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a place of wine and sunshine, passion and vendettas, somewhere where life was more colourful and intense. It was a land of mountains and magic, with a proud and stubborn population, ready to spill blood for loyalty or vengeance. Montenegrins were divided into clans, and life was governed by a complicated set of rules defining codes of loyalty, and the punishment meted out to those who broke them.
    The Milosevic family, many of whom still live in Montenegro, was well respected as educated and cultured. Svetozar’s father, Simeun Milosevic, had been a farmer, he had died before the Nazis invaded. Stanislava’s father, Djuro Koljensic, had been an officer in the Montenegrin army, and was killed in 1913 in the Balkan Wars. History, tradition, due respect, these were the building blocks of Montenegrin society. It was also deeply conservative. Although she was born in 1911, Stanislava’s papers registered her birthdate as 1914, so that her brother Milislav would be the eldest of the family.
    When the German tanks rolled across the borders, Svetozar, Borislav and Stanislava, who was now five months pregnant, had quickly headed south to Montenegro. Svetozar wanted to see his mother, Jokna, and sister Darinka. In the baking heat of a Balkan summer, travel was hazardous, and there was little food. Roads were cut by battles between German and Italian troops, the partisans, and Albanian guerrillas loyal only to themselves. Eventually, the family reached Kosovska Mitrovica, in the province of Kosovo, where intense fighting prevented Stanislava and Borislav going any further. Svetozar pressed on through the mountains on foot, promising to return soon.
    Borislav Milosevic now lives in Moscow, where he served as Yugoslav ambassador for his brother’s regime. He remembers a childhood of extreme privation. ‘My father eventually found his mother and his sister and, three months later, we all returned to Pozarevac and German occupation. Slobodan was born in August, and we spent the war and all our childhood in Pozarevac. They were very miserable times. We were always hungry. It was very hard to find something to eat, and my mother had to sell everything to survive. She sold all her shoes, her dresses and finally even her wedding ring.’ 2
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    For a country that prided itself on its warrior tradition, Serbia’s collapse was swift and ignominious. At the end of March 1941, under increasing pressure from Hitler, and lacking any real promise of aid from the Western Allies, Yugoslavia’s ministers had reluctantly signed up to the Axis. But Yugoslavia’s membership lasted less than two days. With the assistance of British secret agents, on the night of March 26, pro–Allied Yugoslav generals had launched a military coup, triggering nationwide celebrations. In Belgrade tens of thousands of demonstrators poured on to the streets, ‘
Bolje rat nego pakt, bolje grob nego rob
,’ (Better war than pact, better graves than slaves) the demonstrators roared.
    In Berlin an enraged Hitler ordered that the onslaught on Yugoslavia ‘be carried out with inexorable severity and that the military destruction be carried out in a lightning–like operation.’ On 6 April hordes of Nazi bombers levelled much of Belgrade. The stubborn chants of the demonstrators were no longer expressions of defiance, but a ghastly prediction.
Bolje rat nego pakt, bolje grob nego rob
. War came to all, and graves or slave labour awaited many.
    The Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes – as Yugoslavia was first known – was a weak and uncertain construct, established only in 1918. Yugoslavia roughly translates as ‘country of the south Slavic peoples’. But the south Slavs had never before lived together in one state. Yugoslavia had been divided between the Ottoman and Habsburg empires. Istanbul’s territories included most of present day Serbia, Bosnia–Herzegovina and Macedonia. Vienna ruled Croatia,