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                                                                                    Could you first tell me your name,
date and place of birth?
                                                                                    Slavko Komar,
Doctor of Science,
                                                                                    born on February 18, 1918.
                                                                                    So I lived through three wars,
I was born during one,
                                                                                    took part in the second, and the
third one is the Homeland War.
                                                                                    And where
were you born?
                                                                                    I was born
in Gospić.
                                                                                    Where does your
family come from?
                                                                                    My father is
from Rijeka,
                                                                                    and my mother is
from Gospić.
                                                                                    Were you in Gospić
when WWII started?
                                                                                    No. When I was 7, 8 years old,
we moved to Zagreb.
                                                                                    So I finished elementary
school on Kaptol,
                                                                                    and eight grades of
grammar school in Zagreb.
                                                                                    I also finished
college in Zagreb.
                                                                                    Were you religious
when you were young?
                                                                                    Not only religious, I was a
typical young Catholic,
                                                                                    with a great belief in God
and in the Church.
                                                                                    I was even a member
of a very curious,
                                                                                    exclusive organization,
so to say,
                                                                                    I was a member of
Maria congregation,
                                                                                    until I got bored of it.
And why did I get bored of it.
                                                                                    Ask me how I
stopped being religious.
                                                                                    How did you stop
being religious?
                                                                                    Let's see.
                                                                                    I lived in a poor family,
poverty all around me,
                                                                                    huge unemployment,
great misery,
                                                                                    thousands and thousands
of unemployed, wandering around,
                                                                                    crisis, nothing was being constructed,
except what the Church was building.
                                                                                    And I started
to doubt God,
                                                                                    where was God to tolerate
this, to watch this.
                                                                                    Why didn't the Almighty do
something to make our lives better?
                                                                                    So I abandoned the
Church and religion.
                                                                                    I became an atheist,
an agnostic even.
                                                                                    That was in grammar school.
Young Communist
                                                                                    League of Yugoslavia (SKOJ)
didn't exist back then,
                                                                                    it was only in 1937, when
I became a student,
                                                                                    that Tito formed the
Communist Party and SKOJ.
                                                                                    The president of SKOJ was
Lola Ribar. I became a member.
                                                                                    How did you become a member of SKOJ, did
someone introduce you with that idea?
                                                                                    Yes, other members
noticed me,
                                                                                    I didn't become a Marxist and
Communist by reading books,
                                                                                    but from experience. Communists were
the only ones who opened perspectives.
                                                                                    With communist ideas
and with a broad,
                                                                                    popular front, which
was formed
                                                                                    in a time of crisis, when
Hitler came to power and
                                                                                    when fascist movement
began to develop.
                                                                                    And this was when I,
as a member of SKOJ, began to
                                                                                    make progress.
I started to read
                                                                                    classic Marxist literature,
I became not only an activist,
                                                                                    but I also developed an interest
in the theory of Marxism.
                                                                                    And as a member of SKOJ
I became known
                                                                                    not only at
my faculty,
                                                                                    but even beyond.
We met daily,
                                                                                    on the main
square in Zagreb.
                                                                                    We on one side,
frankovci on the other.
                                                                                    Frankovci were rightists,
supporters of
                                                                                    Pavelić who lived abroad.
Great enmity was between us.
                                                                                    I hadn't been involved in politics
until I came to college,
                                                                                    because politics wasn't very
important in our school,
                                                                                    but when I came to college
I saw a great divide,
                                                                                    on the college,
but also elsewhere.
                                                                                    I became a member
of Svjetlost,
                                                                                    a political-cultural
student organization,
                                                                                    which was later
suppressed. Semi-legal.
                                                                                    We met there, at Svjetlost, we
took part in labour celebrations,
                                                                                    we took part in
demonstrations, we...
                                                                                    And then in 1937,
in spring,
                                                                                    we were selling our
newspapers on the streets,
                                                                                    leftist, student
newspapers.
                                                                                    And frankovci attacked us,
especially our female colleagues,
                                                                                    took the newspapers out of their
bags, and then the fights started,
                                                                                    and we always
won those fights.
                                                                                    A law student
Krsto Ljubičić,
                                                                                    he lived in a student dorm,
in Runjaninova Street,
                                                                                    both leftists and rightists
lived in that dorm.
                                                                                    He came home and five or
six of them waited for him,
                                                                                    and beat him to death,
with bricks.
                                                                                    This caused consternation
in Zagreb, this was
                                                                                    the first victim. His funeral
was in Šibenik,
                                                                                    20 thousand people attended,
it was a huge number for that time.
                                                                                    There were conflicts throughout
my student years,
                                                                                    and little
by little,
                                                                                    we conquered one student
club after another.
                                                                                    Every faculty had
its own club,
                                                                                    which was held either by
HSS or by frankovci.
                                                                                    Or by Ljotičevci, while they
were around. Ljotićevci were
                                                                                    Yugoslav integralists,
bigoted,
                                                                                    not only about Yugoslavia,
I was also a Yugoslav,
                                                                                    by view
and belief,
                                                                                    but they were real chauvinists,
Serbian chauvinists.
                                                                                    This lasted
for 5 years,
                                                                                    during the fifth year of my studies,
demonstrations were held,
                                                                                    both student and
popular, in Belgrade.
                                                                                    That was Simović's coup,
the one where Simović
                                                                                    overthrew the treaty
with the Germans
                                                                                    concluded by
Prince Paul,
                                                                                    we also took part
in that, in Zagreb.
                                                                                    I was holding speeches
on public squares,
                                                                                    I was holding a speech while
people were going out of cinema,
                                                                                    members of SKOJ held them back, and I
talked outside about what was going on.
                                                                                    What was the
speech about?
                                                                                    I talked
about Hitler,
                                                                                    of course, I talked about
democracy in Yugoslavia,
                                                                                    the defence of Yugoslavia
from fascism,
                                                                                    because Yugoslavia
was divided then.
                                                                                    Yugoslavia was occupied by the Germans
at that time, Ustashe came to power,
                                                                                    and they ruthlessly arrested
and killed the Communists.
                                                                                    Do you remember when the
Germans came into Zagreb?
                                                                                    Of course.
                                                                                    What was
that like?
                                                                                    It was
like this.
                                                                                    The defence from the Germans
was being prepared in Bosnia,
                                                                                    and people volunteered to go
there to fight the Germans.
                                                                                    We, members of SKOJ and
the Communist party, met in
                                                                                    a house on Pantovčak
and discussed going to
                                                                                    Bosnia. Then someone came running
and said the Germans were coming!
                                                                                    We walked down to
Britanski square and saw
                                                                                    long lines of Germans, tanks,
armoured vehicles,
                                                                                    very impressive. Many people
welcomed the Germans
                                                                                    and German reporters said
that was the biggest welcome
                                                                                    up to that moment in the war,
in Zagreb. But that was a lie.
                                                                                    The thing is, Zagreb had the
population of 280 000,
                                                                                    so there was always
20, 30 thousand people
                                                                                    who supported fascism
and Ustashe. Girls and boys
                                                                                    jumped on German tanks,
carried flowers,
                                                                                    women carried chocolate
and candy,
                                                                                    while we were just looking. Even
Vladimir Bakarić, who accidently came
                                                                                    there, counted as taking part in
the welcome, even I, everyone who
                                                                                    stood aside, and most people
were just passive observers,
                                                                                    they didn't cheer. So that was the
beginning of the war for me.
                                                                                    You mentioned demonstrations
in Zagreb, which you
                                                                                    organized before the war,
as a member of SKOJ.
                                                                                    That's right.
                                                                                    Where were the demonstrations
and what was it like?
                                                                                    On a celebration of
May 1 one year,
                                                                                    we gathered by the tram
depo, in Trešnjevka,
                                                                                    tram workers were
also left-oriented.
                                                                                    The group of us
took out a tram,
                                                                                    stopped the tram traffic,
and in a huge line,
                                                                                    there were thousands of us,
we walked to Maršal Tito Square.
                                                                                    The police noticed us, started to
beat us, even the cavalry chaseed us.
                                                                                    But we overcame them and
headed to Deželićeva Street,
                                                                                    number 7 or 8, where
Maček's house was.
                                                                                    We were protesting
because he didn't
                                                                                    stand in our defence.
It was 1941.
                                                                                    Even Ban Šubašić in
Banovina of Croatia
                                                                                    arrested Communists.
I was informed that
                                                                                    we would all be arrested and
taken into concentration camps.
                                                                                    During that time I was
already living illegally,
                                                                                    I wasn't staying at my house in order
not to get arrested. Those who got
                                                                                    arrested were taken to camp in
 Koprivnica, and later to Velebit,
                                                                                    to the valley,
what's the name...
                                                                                    Jadovno? - Jadovno.
Many well-known
                                                                                    Communists ended
up here,
                                                                                    as well as well-known
members of SKOJ.
                                                                                    The most famous one was
Sergej Vuković, a very brave man,
                                                                                    who was...
And the police,
                                                                                    in those
situations
                                                                                    always took side
of the rightists.
                                                                                    So that was one kind of
demonstration. The other kind,
                                                                                    in the Crafts House, where
there was a great hall,
                                                                                    and we were celebrating
the October Revolution,
                                                                                    I'm not sure what
date that was,
                                                                                    November 6, I think.
There were 505 of us,
                                                                                    the police came in and
arrested 500 of us, some
                                                                                    managed to get away,
but not me, I was
                                                                                    arrested during one
of these demonstrations,
                                                                                    and beaten up.
Šoprek,
                                                                                    the head of the police
department for anti-communism
                                                                                    beat me up hard and
put me in solitary.
                                                                                    I ahd been there for a month,
then they let me go.
                                                                                    But I had to hide,
since I was living illegally,
                                                                                    I stayed in other
people's houses.
                                                                                    It was hard for me to
find a place to stay.
                                                                                    So then we formed
an urban guerrilla.
                                                                                    The first one who
conducted a serious action
                                                                                    was Martin
Mojmir who
                                                                                    had lured Šoprek,
a policeman and
                                                                                    anti-communist,
to visit some woman.
                                                                                    And they caught him
there and killed him.
                                                                                    But Mojmir was arrested
and taken to "Sing Sing",
                                                                                    it was a house in Ksaverska Street
which had been turned
                                                                                    into a prison for Communists.
The rest of us,
                                                                                    we started to puncture tires,
pour sand in gas tanks,
                                                                                    throw wires over telephone cables,
in order to confuse them.
                                                                                    Those were all minor operations
by the members of SKOJ.
                                                                                    The number of SKOJ members
increased during
                                                                                    the war. We were an
urban guerrilla then.
                                                                                    When did
this happen?
                                                                                    Excuse me?
                                                                                    This action with Mojmir,
when you lured Šoprek?
                                                                                    It was in May.
                                                                                    1941?
                                                                                    In May 1941,
yes. Then
                                                                                    an action in Kerestinec
was conducted, to free
                                                                                    the Communists who were taken
into a concentration camp.
                                                                                    But before that, ten renowned
intellectuals from Zagreb were shot,
                                                                                    among them was a writer,
I cannot remember his name...
                                                                                    Cesarec.
                                                                                    Excuse me?
                                                                                    August Cesarec.
                                                                                    That's right, Cesarec. And some other
renowned personalities of Zagreb also.
                                                                                    So now, since this
action had failed,
                                                                                    and that was agent
Kopinić's fault,
                                                                                    who was supposed to
organize the escape truck
                                                                                    to transport the arrested
partisans to Kozara.
                                                                                    But the escape plan failed.
So the Communist Party
                                                                                    wanted us to make a spectacular
operation in Zagreb
                                                                                    to show that the Communists
were not defeated.
                                                                                    So it was decided that
we, students,
                                                                                    attack Ustashe by
the Botanical Garden,
                                                                                    near the student dorm
in Runjaninova Street.
                                                                                    The 12 of us, six workers
and six students,
                                                                                    form a group. Four of
us would be in
                                                                                    the Botanical Garden,
with bombs,
                                                                                    I decided who would that be,
I was the leader.
                                                                                    At quarter to 12
when Ustashe,
                                                                                    armed students, go to the
Upper Town, to guard
                                                                                    Pavelić and some institutions
owned by Ustashe,
                                                                                    since we had become
an Ustasha state.
                                                                                    The operation had
to succeed,
                                                                                    the four of us with bombs in
the Botanical Garden,
                                                                                    and handguns,
we approached them,
                                                                                    they came out and lined
up in a troop,
                                                                                    on command.
There were,
                                                                                    on the corner of Mihanovićeva
and Runjaninova Street,
                                                                                    two of our workers, each of
them carrying a bomb.
                                                                                    We had to throw the bombs
at them, over the fence,
                                                                                    and they just had to push
them, like they would
                                                                                    push a ball.
                                                                                    Like it was a ball,
just push it.
                                                                                    That's right.
                                                                                    But what happened?
Something we didn't expect.
                                                                                    After the bombs, we were supposed
to take out the handguns
                                                                                    and shoot at them, like you
shoot at animals,
                                                                                    all four of us.
                                                                                    But we didn't notice that in
the first shack, there was
                                                                                    a heavy machine gun, and
it started shooting at us.
                                                                                    I said we needed to break up.
The plan was that
                                                                                    the three of us jump in the underpass,
run through the Botanical Garden,
                                                                                    jump in the Botanical
Garden, in...
                                                                                    In the underpass.
                                                                                    At the corner of Gundulićeva
and Mihanovićeva Street
                                                                                    there was an entrance
to the Botanical Garden.
                                                                                    One student was standing
at the corner, he had to shoot and
                                                                                    to stop anyone
from locking
                                                                                    the entrance door.
                                                                                    But he came too late
and didn't do it,
                                                                                    and the doors remain locked,
and then the other three
                                                                                    ran again the same way
we did, but we had noticed
                                                                                    the police and the agents
who stood there.
                                                                                    There were many
policemen and they
                                                                                    arrested anyone
who was suspicious,
                                                                                    so the organizer
of our
                                                                                    operation warned me
that in perfect crimes
                                                                                    the fugitives didn't run
to the outskirts, but to...
                                                                                    Where there's traffic, so it's easier to disappear. I jumped,
                                                                                    I was an athlete
then, a rower, so
                                                                                    I jumped and headed
to the town centre,
                                                                                    and on the corner of Mihanovićeva
and Svačićeva Street,
                                                                                    a policeman stopped me.
I drew out a knife,
                                                                                    and told him to get away
or I would kill him.
                                                                                    He froze, he
was shocked,
                                                                                    so he let me go.
I went to
                                                                                    Zrinjevac then, I handed in my
handgun on Strossmayer Square,
                                                                                    and then went to the apartment
in which we were supposed to go
                                                                                    after the operation.
There were ten of us
                                                                                    in the flat, but out of
two brothers Seljan,
                                                                                    who were students
from Slavnoski Brod,
                                                                                    one was arrested. The other
brother asked me
                                                                                    to send a member of SKOJ to find out
what had happened to his brother,
                                                                                    their father was a
high-positioned Ustasha-official.
                                                                                    When she went there,
she was arrested,
                                                                                    because they found out that the
other son had also been involved.
                                                                                    All hell broke loose
because of the events in
                                                                                    the Botanical Garden,
everything was blocked,
                                                                                    there were shootings everywhere,
he didn't shoot at the one
                                                                                    who was supposed to lock
the door, because there
                                                                                    were other shootings. He didn't
want to get killed, so the doors
                                                                                    were left locked. The Germans were in
Hotel Esplanada, they were shooting,
                                                                                    the guards were
also shooting,
                                                                                    I ran downtown, along Mihanovićeva
Street, then to Svačić Square,
                                                                                    where there were ten policemen
also running to the scene,
                                                                                    to take part in
the pursuit.
                                                                                    I shouted at
them to run,
                                                                                    people were being killed. And they
turned around and started running.
                                                                                    I went to hand in the handgun
on Strossmayer Square,
                                                                                    and then to the
apartment in Martićeva.
                                                                                    But we were,
in a way,
                                                                                    trapped in
that apartment.
                                                                                    Around 2pm we
found out that
                                                                                    Ustashe were searching houses, they
had found out we were in Martićeva.
                                                                                    We had to evacuate
the apartment
                                                                                    and go to
Zvonimirova Street,
                                                                                    to another apartment.
We were there for a day,
                                                                                    then Rade Končar came and
said we were heroes.
                                                                                    It was the most spectacular
operation of WWII in Yugoslavia,
                                                                                    one of the boldest
of its kind.
                                                                                    But after that,
                                                                                    Rade Končar said that we
had to become partisans then.
                                                                                    Because Tito was sending
two of his top men,
                                                                                    and we shouldn't have operated
as urban guerrilla anymore,
                                                                                    because as urban guerrilla,
we would have got killed.
                                                                                    It would have been better to
form Partisan detachments.
                                                                                    So Partisan detachments began to form
throughout Croatia. Most of them by Serbs,
                                                                                    there were no Croats. So Tito said
there had to be Croats too.
                                                                                    One detachment was
formed, in Sesvete,
                                                                                    and I sent Branko Špalj,
a freshman,
                                                                                    very brave young man, in that
detachment, but they all got caught.
                                                                                    Branko Špalj was caught on
his way to Bjelovar,
                                                                                    he was brought to Bjelovar,
but then he started to run,
                                                                                    and a grave-digger, since it
was a regular graveyard,
                                                                                    hit him in the head with a stone,
he fell, they caught him
                                                                                    and later
crucified him.
                                                                                    So that detachment failed.
Another one was being formed
                                                                                    in Croatia,
on Žumberak.
                                                                                    There were
35 of us,
                                                                                    all volunteers, mostly from Zagreb,
but some also from Žumberak,
                                                                                    but someone wrongly
informed the Central Committe
                                                                                    that people from
Žumberak, being
                                                                                    Greek Catholics, would not
support Ustashe. But that wasn't true.
                                                                                    He said that everything
was ready,
                                                                                    there were 100 guns,
boots and bayonets.
                                                                                    But when we came there we
found five, six guns and nothing else.
                                                                                    We didn't go into houses, food was
brought to us to the woods,
                                                                                    we slept out in the open,
and on September 6,
                                                                                    which was actually the
day the king was born,
                                                                                    there was a patrol of three
Ustasha and three policemen,
                                                                                    we waited
for them,
                                                                                    I took a bomb and
threw it at them,
                                                                                    this was the first bomb
that I threw in my life.
                                                                                    Two of them were wounded
and probably killed,
                                                                                    the third one was
laying on a clearing,
                                                                                    I ran to him and wanted to take
his gun, but he didn't let it go,
                                                                                    until I knocked
him down.
                                                                                    But then one of the policemen
who survived shot me in the leg.
                                                                                    High up.
                                                                                    Excuse me?
                                                                                    He shot you in the
upper part of the leg.
                                                                                    That's right.
                                                                                    So I was wounded.
                                                                                    As days went by,
our number decreased.
                                                                                    Our commander,
a Spanish fighter,
                                                                                    brought 100 Spanish
soldiers to Zagreb,
                                                                                    he was so
skilful that he
                                                                                    shot a sheep, since
we were starving.
                                                                                    But while he
was doing that,
                                                                                    Ustashe saw him and
arrested him, and a few others.
                                                                                    There was only 20
of us left now,
                                                                                    and I became
a commander
                                                                                    of that camp.
                                                                                    I decided it would
be best to disband.
                                                                                    Disbanding an army unit
is not an easy decision,
                                                                                    for the rest of your life you wonder
if it was the right thing to do,
                                                                                    but I know it was. There were
four young Jews among us,
                                                                                    they wanted to go back to Zagreb.
I told them not to go,
                                                                                    because they would get arrested.
Some went to Slovenia,
                                                                                    and the three of us,
our former commander,
                                                                                    an Istrian student,
and I, we walked
                                                                                    all over Slovenia, through
Stanjevci, Novo Mesto,
                                                                                    Kočevje, we crossed
the river Kupa and
                                                                                    entered Croatia.
But along the way,
                                                                                    on a bridge
near Kočevje,
                                                                                    we came across
six Blackshirts.
                                                                                    They ordered us to stop
and searched us.
                                                                                    They didn't find anything,
but my knees were bare and
                                                                                    my shoes torn.
He asked me:
                                                                                    "Perche vai cosi vestito?",
in Italian.
                                                                                    I spoke Italian, so I
told him that
                                                                                    we were coming back from Germany,
we had been working there.
                                                                                    He asked me to
show him my hands,
                                                                                    to see if they were a
working man's hands,
                                                                                    and we waited in a ditch eight
days for the man we had sent
                                                                                    to the Central Committee
in Zagreb. But he was killed.
                                                                                    So there wre only eight of
us left and we decided
                                                                                    to separate.
The three of us
                                                                                    went to Slovenia
by foot.
                                                                                    The common people of
Slovenia were against Italians.
                                                                                    As we were
passing by,
                                                                                    people would always give us
some soup, a piece of bread,
                                                                                    an apple. It was a
poor region.
                                                                                    Passing through
Slovenia was easy, but
                                                                                    in Novo Mesto,
by the river Krka,
                                                                                    we came across Italian
policemen, since
                                                                                    Yugoslav policemen in Slovenia
supported Italians now.
                                                                                    They asked me
how it was in
                                                                                    Germany, and I said not good.
That was why we were coming back
                                                                                    to our homeland, it
was better there.
                                                                                    He took out
a cigarette
                                                                                    and lighted it. I never
smoked but I asked him,
                                                                                    in Italian,
                                                                                    You spoke Italian.
                                                                                    I asked for
a cigarette.
                                                                                    Thank God, it was a good
cigarette. I then found out
                                                                                    that he was a member of the
Blackshirts, from Rijeka, we
                                                                                    started to speak the local
dialect and he let us through
                                                                                    and we came
to Kočevje.
                                                                                    We had to pass
Kočevje, but
                                                                                    Kočevje was mostly
inhabited by the Germans.
                                                                                    Passing through German
villages was not easy.
                                                                                    They asked us how it was in
Germany, how were the crops,
                                                                                    because they soon had
to move from there
                                                                                    to Austria or Germany,
I don't remember anymore.
                                                                                    So we managed to
pass Kočevje and
                                                                                    later we came to
                                                                                    Gorski Kotar. In the middle
of the field,
                                                                                    we met a man
who harvested
                                                                                    corn and beans,
                                                                                    and we told him we were
heading to Čopov's,
                                                                                    a family I knew
from Zagreb,
                                                                                    but who lived near Čabar then. He said
they actually lived in Gerovo, and that
                                                                                    we would have to hurry
while it was still daytime.
                                                                                    We came to the
village Mali Lug,
                                                                                    and the Čopov family
welcomed us to their house.
                                                                                    But the house was actually
an inn, popular among Italians,
                                                                                    so they moved us
into another house.
                                                                                    That was Ivan Turk's
house, he was
                                                                                    an wealthy tradesman,
it was a huge house,
                                                                                    and we stayed there
for two-three days.
                                                                                    She fixed my shoes,
                                                                                    washed me, and the
                                                                                    old lady Čopović was
a village physician.
                                                                                    She noticed my leg
had been wounded,
                                                                                    since I was limping.
                                                                                    But when I saw
someone approaching,
                                                                                    I tried not to limp.
                                                                                    So Turk arranged
us a truck,
                                                                                    since we wanted to go
first to Sušak and then to
                                                                                    Šibenik, because even
though I had spent months
                                                                                    in Sušak, I didn't
know anyone there.
                                                                                    So he arranged us a
truck laden with logs.
                                                                                    When Italians stopped
the truck, we said that
                                                                                    we were helping to load
and unload the logs,
                                                                                    so they let us through. As we
were approaching Sušak,
                                                                                    we got off the truck,
just in case.
                                                                                    We didn't know what to do,
there were only two of us now,
                                                                                    since the Spaniard
left first,
                                                                                    and the other soldier
crossed the bridge
                                                                                    guarded by the
Blackshirts, and
                                                                                    the two of us came to...
He had a cousin,
                                                                                    but he never met her,
it was an Istrian family.
                                                                                    We came to
her house,
                                                                                    and she offered
us lunch.
                                                                                    We were
starving, so
                                                                                    we started
eating immediately,
                                                                                    but then she said we couldn't
stay there, we had to go.
                                                                                    I remembered a
freshman I knew,
                                                                                    so I asked him if I could
stay at his place,
                                                                                    he was also a member
of SKOJ, a good man,
                                                                                    and he took us to Podvežica,
the outskirts of Sušak.
                                                                                    He arranged a house for us.
We stayed there
                                                                                    for a month.
                                                                                    I laid in bed,
                                                                                    and instantly lost my
memory, for eight days,
                                                                                    I couldn't
remember anything,
                                                                                    not even my name. After eight days,
I began to regain consciousness,
                                                                                    it wsa like when you throw
a pebble in the water and...
                                                                                    Concentric circles.
                                                                                    That's right... Concentric
circles were being formed.
                                                                                    So I didn't even
know my name,
                                                                                    I didn't know who my
mother or father were.
                                                                                    But my memory slowly
started coming back,
                                                                                    and we got in touch
with the Committee,
                                                                                    they accepted me,
                                                                                    they didn't believe
it was possible to
                                                                                    form a Partisan
detachment in Sušak.
                                                                                    Žumberak detachment
disbanded.
                                                                                    Tito ordered that
Croats had to start
                                                                                    fighting outside of the cities
and form detachments.
                                                                                    But both Sesvete and Žumberak
detachments failed.
                                                                                    After that, volunteers formed
another detachment,
                                                                                    Tuhobić detachment, consisting
of 102,103 men.
                                                                                    They were all volunteers,
mostly workers from Sušak,
                                                                                    and students. There were three
Serbs, two Jews,
                                                                                    others were
Croats.
                                                                                    Tuhobić detachment,
                                                                                    was an example for
all the others,
                                                                                    it was the biggest
Croatian detachment,
                                                                                    and we conducted
many operations.
                                                                                    November 12, 1941,
                                                                                    the detachment was
attacked by Italians,
                                                                                    there were only 100
Croats, 44 guns,
                                                                                    attacked by 1500-2000
armed Italians.
                                                                                    A combat started,
the detachment
                                                                                    defended successfully,
Italians weren't
                                                                                    such great soldiers like
the Germans, they were
                                                                                    careful, only few of them
got killed. Two of ours.
                                                                                    Ours retreated and
headed to
                                                                                    Travnik, near Vodice, but
they didn't find a shack
                                                                                    that was supposed to
be ready for them.
                                                                                    Snow fell that day,
                                                                                    20 cm in
the morning,
                                                                                    some froze while crossing the river,
so the detachment disbanded
                                                                                    but nobody fell
under the Italians.
                                                                                    Twelve of them ended up
in the hospital, which was
                                                                                    divided, half for Italian army,
half for the civilians.
                                                                                    The civilians, 12 of them,
were under fake names,
                                                                                    and they
all survived.
                                                                                    Sušak was well
organized,
                                                                                    but it still couldn't
last. The biggest
                                                                                    battle with Italians was
the one in Tuhobić,
                                                                                    in 1941.
                                                                                    There were other
battles, but smaller.
                                                                                    What was the battle
with Italians like?
                                                                                    I didn't take
part in it.
                                                                                    But it was a battle
like any other,
                                                                                    the army approached,
there were shootings,
                                                                                    it lasted for
several hours.
                                                                                    When we saw that
nobody from Grobnik,
                                                                                    Hreljan, Bakar,
Kastav,
                                                                                    Sušak was
arrested,
                                                                                    the Committee
appointed me to
                                                                                    find a location where we
could form a new camp.
                                                                                    So I headed to
Grobničko polje,
                                                                                    searched the surrounding hills,
but didn't find
                                                                                    a suitable location for
the Partisans. So I went
                                                                                    back, disappointed
the Committee,
                                                                                    but they sent me back
there again. I found a
                                                                                    man who transported
wood to
                                                                                    sawmills. He went away
with a shepherd,
                                                                                    left me there with
some cheese,
                                                                                    a piece of bread and a
bottle of wine. I waited.
                                                                                    After a few hours,
he came back,
                                                                                    said he found
a place to stay,
                                                                                    on the mountain
Nebesi, in a cave,
                                                                                    so I brought a
detachment of
                                                                                    25 people
                                                                                    in that cave. They lived
like cavemen there,
                                                                                    like in prehistoric times.
The men of Delnice detachment
                                                                                    also stayed there
for a while. I lived
                                                                                    illegally in Sušak,
                                                                                    moved from
village to village.
                                                                                    Where did you
live in Sušak?
                                                                                    It was like this.
                                                                                    The Italians protected the Serbs, 
not the Ustashe,
                                                                                    they didn't approve the 
violence against the Serbs.
                                                                                    I was put into 
a Serbian house,
                                                                                    I told them my name 
was Obrad Šušnjić,
                                                                                    and that my family 
was from Rudopolje,
                                                                                    but they had all been killed, 
even their son who
                                                                                    studied in Zagreb, 
Obrad Šušnjić.
                                                                                    So I took his name.
It was Christmas time, they
                                                                                    celebrated Orthodox Christmas, 
but I didn't know
                                                                                    the customs, so I pretended. 
But this lady
                                                                                    had three children, 
a daughter in Belgrade,
                                                                                    she noticed I wasn't...
                                                                                    That you didn't 
know the customs.
                                                                                    I didn't know the customs, 
I wasn't a Serb.
                                                                                    I paid the rent,
                                                                                    my cousins from Rijeka 
sent me the money,
                                                                                    600 liras a month. 
With that money I
                                                                                    could pay the rent 
and the food
                                                                                    I needed. 
I stayed there,
                                                                                    but since I was
                                                                                    living illegally, I couldn't 
stay there all the time,
                                                                                    every three-four days 
I had to move.
                                                                                    So I changed, 
in Sušak, in a
                                                                                    years time, 
it was 1942,
                                                                                    from September till May, 
I changed
                                                                                    23 apartments. It wasn't a 
problem to find a place
                                                                                    to stay in Sušak. 
Rade Končar couldn't
                                                                                    find a good place 
to stay in Split,
                                                                                    he stayed in an 
apartment with
                                                                                    Italian officers. But since he 
didn't speak Italian,
                                                                                    he was discovered 
and arrested,
                                                                                    they found him
                                                                                    in a house where he was 
supposed to be hidden,
                                                                                    where he was 
living illegally.
                                                                                    I had better luck, people 
always took me in,
                                                                                    sometimes wealthy 
people too,
                                                                                    so I even stayed 
in a few villas,
                                                                                    owned by some highly 
respected people,
                                                                                    but I lived in poor houses 
too, I was in Sušak
                                                                                    until April the 
following year.
                                                                                    Then in 
May 1942,
                                                                                    I left Sušak,
                                                                                    and became a 
Partisan. I was a
                                                                                    member of the District Committee,
I participated in
                                                                                    the Italian offensive, 
when the Italians
                                                                                    set all border 
villages on fire,
                                                                                    except the ones where 
their garrisons were.
                                                                                    So Prezid, Čabar, 
Gerovo were
                                                                                    not burned. In other villages, 
they took people
                                                                                    out of their homes, 
everything was burned.
                                                                                    Women and children were 
taken to camps in Italy,
                                                                                    men were caught, thousands 
of them, and taken
                                                                                    to concentration camp Kampor. 
Have you heard of it?
                                                                                    We were there.
                                                                                    In the camp?
                                                                                    You were there?
                                                                                    Yes.
                                                                                    He was there, to see.
                                                                                    Yes. There was 
nothing there,
                                                                                    people were in 
tents, starving,
                                                                                    exposed to 
rain and wind.
                                                                                    3 200 were 
reported dead,
                                                                                    but nobody knows how 
many actually died.
                                                                                    I believe
                                                                                    around
                                                                                    eight or ten thousand 
people died.
                                                                                    A graveyard was 
built later,
                                                                                    a Slovenian-Croatian 
graveyard,
                                                                                    and it has been commemorated 
every year
                                                                                    as the biggest Italian 
concentration camp
                                                                                    in Croatia.
                                                                                    I was a member of 
the District Committee,
                                                                                    so after the offensive, 
I visited the villages,
                                                                                    Bakar, 
Kastav.
                                                                                    There was a meeting between 
Slovenians and Croats,
                                                                                    Vladimir Popović came,
                                                                                    and commander 
Rukavina,
                                                                                    me, and from the 
Slovenians only a
                                                                                    former general and a well 
known Spanish fighter.
                                                                                    We talked about 
cooperation,
                                                                                    it was an important meeting 
for the cooperation
                                                                                    between Croatian and 
Italian partisans.
                                                                                    I was in Kastav.
                                                                                    Then I was called to 
urgently come in
                                                                                    a village 
in Kordun,
                                                                                    where Croatian 
headquarters had been.
                                                                                    I was appointed 
to go to the
                                                                                    Yugoslavian headquarters 
where Tito,
                                                                                    the Central Committee and 
secretary Lola Ribar were.
                                                                                    They were looking 
for a worker,
                                                                                    but the Croats 
sent me instead.
                                                                                    So when I arrived, 
Lola Ribar wasn't satisfied,
                                                                                    since I wasn't the one 
who he wanted.
                                                                                    Did he welcome you?
                                                                                    Well...
                                                                                    How?
                                                                                    Well, he wasn't 
impolite, but...
                                                                                    He wasn't 
very pleased.
                                                                                    He certainly 
wasn't pleased.
                                                                                    So he told Tito what 
had happened,
                                                                                    that instead of a worker, 
they had sent a student.
                                                                                    Lola Ribar asked what to do, 
Tito told him to let me stay.
                                                                                    So I became a member of 
the Central Committee of SKOJ,
                                                                                    in the autumn of 1942, 
in Bosanski Petrovac,
                                                                                    the flag of the First Proletarian 
Brigade was being laid,
                                                                                    Koša Popović was the 
commanding officer.
                                                                                    We were in 
Bosanski Petrovac,
                                                                                    operating as SKOJ.
                                                                                    Later when Bihać 
was liberated,
                                                                                    we moved there 
and founded
                                                                                    the First Congress of Antifascist 
Youth of Yugoslavia.
                                                                                    Tito took part in
the Congress,
                                                                                    and asked me to 
give a speech.
                                                                                    So I began to describe the operation 
in the Botanical Garden
                                                                                    and concluded by saying that 
Zagreb wasn't an Ustashe town.
                                                                                    I forgot to tell you, 
but because of
                                                                                    that operation, 98 people 
were shot that day,
                                                                                    another 100 
the other day.
                                                                                    When I finished with the speech,
Milka Kufrin, a member of Croatian
                                                                                    Youth Organisation, also wanted 
to say something, but when
                                                                                    she saw Tito, she was overwhelmed 
and ran out of the hall.
                                                                                    Tito went after her 
and got her back.
                                                                                    It was an overwhelming 
event for all of us,
                                                                                    meeting Tito for 
the first time.
                                                                                    We operated in 
Croatia, Bosnia,
                                                                                    even in Slovenia.
                                                                                    Lola Ribar died,
                                                                                    Ratko Dugonjić 
took his place.
                                                                                    Later we formed the 
National Youth of Yugoslavia,
                                                                                    and in Bihać the Second Congress 
of the National Youth,
                                                                                    in which even Churchill's 
son participated,
                                                                                    even a Soviet general 
was present,
                                                                                    we had diplomatic relations 
with other countries.
                                                                                    I became the president 
of the Youth.
                                                                                    But while we were 
still in Otočac,
                                                                                    Hebrang noticed me, 
saw my potential,
                                                                                    so I was the president 
of the Youth in both
                                                                                    1945 and 1946, I travelled 
to Prague-London-Paris,
                                                                                    to attend various international 
anti-fascist conferences, I...
                                                                                    How did they welcome you 
in London and Paris?
                                                                                    I was in London for a 
military mission in 1944,
                                                                                    I was the president of 
the Yugoslavian Youth,
                                                                                    in the World 
Youth Council,
                                                                                    they welcomed me there, 
it felt good,
                                                                                    I was holding lectures 
throughout England.
                                                                                    Vlatko Velebit was the 
chief of our mission,
                                                                                    I was appointed to 
collect financial aid
                                                                                    for partisans.
                                                                                    But Sir Ray 
Stevenson,
                                                                                    an ambassador who 
answered to Šubašić,
                                                                                    he thought I was 
spreading communist
                                                                                    ideas. I wasn't doing that, 
I explained him what we were
                                                                                    doing, what the 
Youth was doing,
                                                                                    not only military operations, 
but educational activities,
                                                                                    sport, activities with the 
Youth, activities in both
                                                                                    occupied and 
liberated areas.
                                                                                    But the English thought 
I was to be exiled, and
                                                                                    I became 
persona non grata,
                                                                                    "an unwelcome person".
                                                                                    So I was exiled 
from England,
                                                                                    in 1944, after spending 
3 months in London,
                                                                                    but I had to wait for a plane which
would take me somewhere to Europe.
                                                                                    Southern France had 
already been liberated,
                                                                                    so we arrived to Paris. From there, 
we flew to Belgrade
                                                                                    so my English mission 
of 1944 was finished.
                                                                                    Later I arrived 
to Vis
                                                                                    and in 1945 became 
president of
                                                                                    the Yugoslavian Youth, 
right after Stanko Kavčič.
                                                                                    I was the president for a year 
and a half, but then
                                                                                    the Central Committee of 
Croatia ordered me,
                                                                                    in the beginning 
of 1948,
                                                                                    to leave Belgrade and come to Zagreb. 
So I became member
                                                                                    of the Central Committee of Croatia,
and a minister in Croatian government.
                                                                                    Districts were 
being formed,
                                                                                    and young people were being 
sent there to organize things.
                                                                                    It was very hard, 
Yugoslavia was poor,
                                                                                    we had to repurchase agricultural 
products from farmers.
                                                                                    Until then, farmers supported us, 
but then they became suspicious.
                                                                                    Unfortunately, we formed 
farming cooperatives,
                                                                                    which were unsuccessful. 
We sent men to forced labour,
                                                                                    in swamps and 
in the woods.
                                                                                    It was a very 
hard period.
                                                                                    I had spent three years there. 
Then I came back to Zagreb,
                                                                                    I became the minister 
of agriculture,
                                                                                    after that, in 1947, 
I was sent to Belgrade...
                                                                                    ...or was it 
the 1960s...
                                                                                    It wasn't in 
the 60s...
                                                                                    What?
                                                                                    It wasn't in 
the 60s.
                                                                                    Wait, 1960...
                                                                                    1940s...
                                                                                    1950 and... 
1953, 1954...
                                                                                    4.
                                                                                    1950... 3, 1950...
                                                                                    1953., 1954.
                                                                                    1955., I was in Belgrade for eight
years, as a member of the government.
                                                                                    What were you 
in charge of?
                                                                                    I was responsible for agriculture. 
It was my greatest achievment,
                                                                                    we conducted modernization 
and reconstruction of Croatian
                                                                                    agriculture. Yugoslavia stopped 
being dependent on America's
                                                                                    help. Americans 
helped us after the
                                                                                    conflict between 
Tito and Stalin,
                                                                                    they started 
sending us food
                                                                                    and even weapons.
                                                                                    Where were you 
when WWII ended?
                                                                                    I was in Belgrade, which 
was semi-liberated,
                                                                                    it was...yes, in 
Belgrade.
                                                                                    The official end 
of WWII.
                                                                                    I had lived there for three years,
came to Zagreb, then again to Belgrade,
                                                                                    so altogether, 
I spent a total of
                                                                                    18 years of my 
life in Belgrade.
                                                                                    Were you in Belgrade 
when it was liberated?
                                                                                    Yes.
                                                                                    When the Red Army 
came into Belgrade?
                                                                                    Yes, I was in 
Belgrade then.
                                                                                    What was 
that like?
                                                                                    One part of Belgrade, the Germans 
wanted to pass through it,
                                                                                    south, to evacuate 
from Greece.
                                                                                    But a Soviet division waited for 
them there and defeated them.
                                                                                    We came from Valjevo, 
in Belgrade,
                                                                                    and by Avala we saw 
hundreds of dead Germans.
                                                                                    In Belgrade we stayed in Dedinje, 
which had been liberated.
                                                                                    The other part of Belgrade 
was under the Germans,
                                                                                    but it was the Lika Corpus 
which liberated Belgrade,
                                                                                    it wasn't the Russians, as people 
usually think. Then we got a
                                                                                    house for the Central Committee of
SKOJ, where we lived and worked,
                                                                                    from 1940 until 
the end of 1971.
                                                                                    No...until the 
end of 1949.
                                                                                    Were you in contact 
with the Red Army?
                                                                                    With who?
                                                                                    With the Red Army, the 
Russians, in Belgrade?
                                                                                    Of course we were. 
But they acted badly.
                                                                                    Why?
                                                                                    They were what was left of 
the Soviet Army, others
                                                                                    had died, and the ones who 
survived were very violent.
                                                                                    An intelligence agent 
could ask you if
                                                                                    you knew a spy. 
It was like that.
                                                                                    But we were in good relations with 
the cavalry and on Victory Day
                                                                                    1945,
                                                                                    I was leading a 
delegation of 15 men,
                                                                                    we were in USSR 
for 75 days.
                                                                                    During the celebration 
of Victory Day,
                                                                                    Rokossovsky, on a white horse, 
met the general
                                                                                    Ždanov on the other horse, 
Stalin was also there,
                                                                                    we were given the place of honour,
near the open stands,
                                                                                    near the place where 
Lenin was buried.
                                                                                    Mausoleum?
                                                                                    During celebrations like these, 
we frequently saw Stalin.
                                                                                    We travelled through the USSR, 
I even wrote a book,
                                                                                    75 days in the USSR, which was 
printed in 100 000 copies,
                                                                                    where I presented everything in 
a good light, but I was wrong.
                                                                                    I realized that only later. I was so 
naive, I believed everything.
                                                                                    Did you have any 
problems after the
                                                                                    1948 Cominform 
Resolution?
                                                                                    No.
                                                                                    Problems?
                                                                                    Yes.
                                                                                    No.
                                                                                    But I wasn't in USSR, 
I was in Zagreb.
                                                                                    I know, but because of your stay in 
USSR and the book you wrote?
                                                                                    No, not at all.
                                                                                    No, no.
                                                                                    Tito, Đilas, Ranković, 
even
                                                                                    Kardelj, they were all 
in USSR before the
                                                                                    liberation. Stalin and Tito 
even during the war.
                                                                                    How did your political 
carrier further develop?
                                                                                    When did you get 
back to Zagreb?
                                                                                    When did I get 
back to Zagreb?
                                                                                    Yes, from 
Belgrade.
                                                                                    Cominform didn't 
exist yet,
                                                                                    it was still a 
pro-Soviet regime,
                                                                                    Kardelj arrived in Zagreb on May 5, 
I'm not sure about the year...
                                                                                    1946.
                                                                                    Is it?
                                                                                    1946 or...?
                                                                                    March 1947. He told us, 
a great conflict
                                                                                    was going to happen 
with the USSR.
                                                                                    We held a meeting in villa Weiss 
with Kardelj, I was a member of
                                                                                    Politburo, and Kardelj told 
us what was happening,
                                                                                    complications in relations between 
USSR and Yugoslavia, and
                                                                                    that the Soviets might 
even attack Yugoslavia.
                                                                                    How did you 
feel then?
                                                                                    Very bad. During dinner, 
I got up and told
                                                                                    Bakarić that I had to catch a train. 
Because I was marrying a lady
                                                                                    the next day in Novi Sad. 
Kardelj asked where Slavko was going,
                                                                                    he was going to get married. Why now,
he said, when there's going to be a war?
                                                                                    He was joking, but there was 
some truth in that.
                                                                                    So I got on a train to Belgrade, 
later went to Novi Sad,
                                                                                    a member of academy Čalić and 
Rato Dugonjić, a member of SKOJ,
                                                                                    were my best men.
                                                                                    Where did you first meet your 
future wife? During the war?
                                                                                    No, it wasn't during the war. 
It was in autumn...what year?
                                                                                    In 1940s...
                                                                                    Wait.
                                                                                    1947.
                                                                                    We got married 
in 1961,
                                                                                    1961 we got 
married.
                                                                                    That's right.
                                                                                    And we met 1960 
in Novi Sad.
                                                                                    We were on a dinner 
party with my cousin.
                                                                                    Excuse me?
                                                                                    Well, we met on a dinner party, 
my cousin introduced us.
                                                                                    That's how we met.
                                                                                    My cousin.
                                                                                    How did you become 
an ambassador in India?
                                                                                    Excuse me?
                                                                                    How did you become 
an ambassador in India?
                                                                                    That isn't my greatest achivement.
And neither is the Botanical Garden.
                                                                                    My greatest achivement is 
the modernization and
                                                                                    reconstruction of 
Yugoslav agriculture.
                                                                                    I got a medal 
for that,
                                                                                    after 13 years, after 17 
years, and I'm proud of,
                                                                                    not of the operation in the Botanical 
Garden, but of what we,
                                                                                    Ivan Ćiro Buković and I did 
for Yugoslav agriculture.
                                                                                    You saved it 
from starvation.
                                                                                    And forestry and water 
resources too.
                                                                                    Otherwise, people 
would starve.
                                                                                    That's right.
                                                                                    People were 
starving.
                                                                                    Have you lost a member 
of your family in WWII?
                                                                                    Yes. My brother Marko, 
19 years old,
                                                                                    beaten and wounded to 
death, taken to
                                                                                    Maksimir. I never found the 
place where he was buried.
                                                                                    My mother was in a 
concentration camp,
                                                                                    and in 1944, when it was 
Pavelić's birthday, and he
                                                                                    proclaimed an amnesty, my mother 
and aunt were liberated.
                                                                                    In what camp 
were they?
                                                                                    Jasenovac.
                                                                                    They were in 
Jasenovac.
                                                                                    What do you think about the 
disintegration of Yugoslavia?
                                                                                    I'd rather not talk about it. 
It's a personal tragedy for me,
                                                                                    like all of our 
goals had failed,
                                                                                    because the Communist Party 
was against Yugoslavia, but during the
                                                                                    rise of fascism, the Party and 
Tito concluded that if we
                                                                                    supported Yugoslavia, we would be 
stronger against the Germans.
                                                                                    So we became supporters of Yugoslavia.
Never before had I called
                                                                                    myself a Yugoslav until then. I had
always thought of myself as a Croat.
                                                                                    Even when I was in Belgrade, 
I considered myself a Croat.
                                                                                    I wrote in 
Latin letters.
                                                                                    And what...?
                                                                                    It was hard for me, 
very hard.
                                                                                    I didn't expect it. 
Others did, but I
                                                                                    wasn't involved in politics much 
at that time and didn't know
                                                                                    exactly what was going on, 
so I was shocked.
                                                                                    Did you have some problems 
in the early 90s?
                                                                                    No.
                                                                                    My wife and I didn't 
have problems.
                                                                                    None.
                                                                                    Do you think people will 
stop fighting in these areas?
                                                                                    It's a hard 
question.
                                                                                    I don't know.
                                                                                    But we have 
to be optimistic.
                                                                                    Definitely.
                                                                                    We're all pessimists, 
and that's bad.
                                                                                    We should be optimistic 
that it will get better.
                                                                                    If not in a 
year, then in
                                                                                    four-five years time. Croatia 
will be accepted in the
                                                                                    European Union. If the EU 
doesn't dissolve until then.
                                                                                    It all depends. You see what's 
happening in America,
                                                                                    in China. In today's 
newspapers.
                                                                                    Yesterday's.
                                                                                    Did you buy today's 
papers, Nada?
                                                                                    No.
                                                                                    It says that China 
is arming itself,
                                                                                    to become the world's military 
force, to take the place
                                                                                    of America. China and India 
are becoming important
                                                                                    economic factors.
                                                                                    When exactly did your 
brother Marko die in WWII?
                                                                                    He didn't 
like school,
                                                                                    he finished only four 
years of high school.
                                                                                    My mother wanted 
him to continue,
                                                                                    but he wasn't 
good at school,
                                                                                    he was very, 
how to say...
                                                                                    for someone who 
wasn't even 16...
                                                                                    He wasn't mature...
                                                                                    That's right.
                                                                                    He was 
self-confident...
                                                                                    They threw him out of 
the school and he took up
                                                                                    a trade, and became...
What's it called...
                                                                                    he nickel-plated
                                                                                    medical instruments.
                                                                                    And then when 
he was 16,
                                                                                    he changed, became a 
member of SKOJ, a leftist.
                                                                                    He was a member of a group in 
Trešnjevka, which was discovered,
                                                                                    they found a gun 
in our basement,
                                                                                    he was 
arrested,
                                                                                    after the Botanical Garden, 
but released after 14 days, because
                                                                                    he didn't take part in it. But out 
of this he couldn't get out,
                                                                                    they tortured him for seven days 
on a square near the mosque,
                                                                                    all Jewish houses 
were evacuated,
                                                                                    so there were only offices, 
prisons and torture-houses.
                                                                                    My brother didn't want 
to confess anything,
                                                                                    so they killed him and left 
his body in Maksimir.
                                                                                    What did your parents think about 
you being a member of SKOJ?
                                                                                    My mother was 
a great woman.
                                                                                    She approved 
everything I did.
                                                                                    When I was five years old, 
my father went to America,
                                                                                    so I was helping her to take care of the
family, I had a brother and a sister,
                                                                                    I lost my childhood, because I 
had to take care of many things,
                                                                                    bring groceries, collect the money 
my father was sending us,
                                                                                    so when I was seven-eight years old, 
I was so mature, as though
                                                                                    I was 15.
                                                                                    Thank you. 
We're done.
                                                                                    How long have 
we been talking?
                                                                                    2 hours and 
5 minutes.
                                                                                    When did 
we start?
                                                                                    You didn't 
have to stop.
                                                                                    Yes, really.
                                                                                    Would you 
like to continue?
                                                                                    I don't think people 
are interested in...
                                                                                    Yes.
                                                                                    In what?
                                                                                    In the reconstruction of 
agriculture. It's not interesting.
                                                                                    And it's a momentous, 
epochal thing we did.
                                                                                    Would you like to say 
something more about it?
                                                                                    I would like to say that 
by doing this we...
                                                                                    Saved Yugoslavia.
                                                                                    We modernized 
agriculture,
                                                                                    boosted yields, mechanized farming.
We came into possession of some
                                                                                    agricultural goods, as a 
result of the land reform,
                                                                                    some land we bought, 
some was consolidated,
                                                                                    so we formed agroindustrial 
conglomerates. It's a unique type of
                                                                                    agricultural organization, where 
there is primary production,
                                                                                    that's farming, then secondary 
production, that's cattle breeding,
                                                                                    tertiary production, that's 
processing, and trade in the
                                                                                    end, there was only Belje 
at that time in trade.
                                                                                    It was a great invention of ours, 
that instead of the existing
                                                                                    agricultural cooperatives, we formed
general cooperatives for farmers
                                                                                    so they could buy what 
they needed and sign the
                                                                                    contract directly with 
agroindustrial conglomerates.
                                                                                    If a farmer, or a cooperative, makes
a deal directly with a conglomerate,
                                                                                    he is sure that he will be 
paid well, and that he will
                                                                                    get his money. So we had 
800 000 hectares
                                                                                    of land, 
state owned,
                                                                                    and the farmers who cooperated, 
they were free farmers, but
                                                                                    if a farmer owned one hectar of land, he
could become a member of a cooperative
                                                                                    if he produced 100 pounds of 
wheat, he could sell it.
                                                                                    That's not 
possible today.
                                                                                    Yes, they have ruined 
everything today,
                                                                                    now conglomerates are said 
to be socialistic mammoths,
                                                                                    socialistic...
                                                                                    what's it called?
                                                                                    Fossiles?
                                                                                    Excuse me?
                                                                                    Fossiles?
                                                                                    No.
                                                                                    No, socialistic giants, which had to 
be broken to pieces.
                                                                                    What do you think of 
Croatian Spring?
                                                                                    I wasn't in Yugoslavia at that time, 
I was in India. When I
                                                                                    got back, the movement 
diminished, but Savka
                                                                                    was still in power, 
as was Miko Tripalo.
                                                                                    Miko Tripalo wrote to me in India, that
I was appointed to be the ambassador in
                                                                                    Italy. I agreed, but later he said 
it wasn't necessary,
                                                                                    Savka had already arranged that the
ambassador would be Stane Kavčič,
                                                                                    the president of the 
Slovenian Executive Council,
                                                                                    because of some road,
                                                                                    so he took 
my place, and
                                                                                    I was sent to the Constitutional
Court, I didn't want to work there.
                                                                                    There was the time when we didn't 
have an apartment in Zagreb,
                                                                                    so we lived in Rab for a while, 
when my daughter was
                                                                                    in the third grade,
                                                                                    when she finished the 
third grade in Rab,