Emily's breath caught in her throat as she carefully tugged the battered, little book out from under the rusted jumble of tubular chair frames in the
corner of the dark, musty room. Her head torch picking out dust motes dancing lazily through the air that was still overbearingly hot down here.
Bosnia was never somewhere she had thought of as hot, but it was, almost unrelenting and she wiped the sweat from her face, leaving dust streaks on
her pale skin. Her hair tied back into a short, blonde pony, the tail pushed through the back of the off white baseball cap she wore. “God I am
going to need two bloody showers after this” she mumbled to herself, her skin itching from the dust and dirt that adhered to it.
She was dressed in a pair of khaki cargo pants, brown magnum boots and just a sand coloured vest, having discarded her M65 style jacket when the
going became too torturous and it kept getting snagged on annoying spikes of rebar as she crawled through the mostly destroyed corridors.
She pushed the peak of her Mets cap back up higher on her forehead and blew at the cover of the book. Smiling as she thought of her boyfriend's last
remarks before she left for the airport. Lara Croft, he'd said she looked like..Without the guns, obviously. She had decided to take her gap year
and try and get some closure on a family mystery. Her uncle, Alex Curzon had gone missing back in 2007 when she was just a little girl. Family legend
said that he was investigating a war criminal in Bosnia and was probably killed by some of the people that stood to go to jail if he was
She remembered how fun he was, how he used to tell her stories whenever he came by the house and she remembered her mother telling her not to pay too
much attention to “uncle” Alex as he was always looking for the craziest explanation for anything.
The old memories faded now as she opened the book and gave a little squeak at the neat script inside the cover.
“Alex Curzon Bosnia Journal”
“Yes!” she exclaimed and scuttled back across the dusty, crumbling concrete floor to sit somewhere with fewer lumps and sharp edges. She flicked
through, reading her uncle's words taking them straight off the page and into her mind's eye as if he was telling her one of his stories.
3rd April 2007
I arrived in Brod after a hellish drive..Really, what is wrong with these people? They drive like they can't wait to bloody die, seriously...and the
roads.. Anyway, as suspected, Jane's information about this place, Bosanski Brod looks legit. The old school house was indeed used as a prison for the
enemies of the HVO back in the day. The story about Adrijana's brothers being taken away and tortured by the HVO commander here might be spot on. I am
going to get a little bit drunk, find something edible and sleep for 8 solid hours then go and have a look, see what I can find.
Her eyes crinkled in amusement as she read, there were disparaging remarks about his hotel, some of the people he had met and all the usual “Alex
things”...Then the tone changed.
4th April 2007
Well, that was bloody strange. This old guy, obviously someone who had been here for ever, approached me today and, between his broken English and my
sparse Serbo Croat, I was able to get him to understand why I was here, though when he cottoned onto the fact that I was specifically investigating
the old school and what happened there, he got rather upset and was quite animated in telling me it was a place of evil and that I should just leave
it be and that nothing was important enough to mess with the bad things there. “Demoni” he said and it's quite fitting, the people there doing the
torturing, raping and killing were demonic by most measures. Anyway, I left him to his rambling and went off for lunch, at which I managed to find
out from a charming little waitress type that the old school was derelict, the government had no plans to do anything with it and as there were far
more fashionable places in the country, it wasn't very likely that some developer would step in to build something on the site any time soon.
5th April 2007
Today I plan on hopping the fence and seeing the inside of the place for myself. A torch and a pry bar are all I will need...
OK so I am back, and the place has been pretty much gutted. There are massive craters in the plaster of the gym wall, right where Adrijana said the
executions were carried out. No obvious graves, though that's hardly a surprise, she told me the bodies of her brothers had been dumped in the street
outside the family home, so I suppose there was no need to dig graves. I found a blocked off doorway that I think leads down to the basement level,
but it's going to need a hammer, a big one to get through the brickwork. My little pry bar barely scratched it.
Emily nodded to herself as she thought about the rough hole upstairs that she had had to crawl through to get down here and she flipped rapidly
through the journal, scanning the pages for anything that caught her eye until she reached an entry that almost stopped her heart.
6th April 2007
I was on my way back to the school with the SDS drill and two fully charged batteries. God last night took forever, but if I am going to get through
the wall, I reckon it will take both batteries... The hammer would have taken me until doomsday I think...Anyway, this old Muslim fellow stopped me
outside the coffee shop and asked me if it was true I was the Englishman investigating the school. I suppose my old friend had been talking. When I
confirmed I was the very same Englishman, he became quite agitated and gripped my arm at the elbow, telling me I must not do it, that no good would
come of digging up the past this way. Quite funny since I was indeed going to be sort of digging away with the hefty drill and chisel bits. Not that
he was having any of it of course. I promised to be careful and told him that the monsters behind what went on there had to pay, that I couldn't rest
until I had shone the bright light of justice over their crimes. He muttered a string of unintelligible stuff, looking by turns, angry and afraid,
then stormed off shaking his head and throwing his arms in the air. I got out of there pronto, what with all the funny looks the locals were giving
Well, I am back at the hotel, 2 hours with that damn drill and I think my fillings are loose. I do have a hole I can get through now though and will
be going back after breakfast to see what is through there. I am charging the batteries again, just in case it's all walled off further down.
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