The Heart of Hell (32 page)

Della Torre was overcome by a powerful feeling of pride and inspiration because of Strumbić, and because of Boban, who had just reached the edge of the cornfield with his men, and because of Irena and her Dr. Cohen. There, among the tall stalks of corn, yellowing tops rippling like an oriflamme, was a bloody path that would lead della Torre from his past and into his future. For too long he’d tried to navigate the competing forces in his life using what few skills he possessed. Maybe he hadn’t been bold enough. Or brave enough.

Now he knew what he needed to do.

As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods. They kill us for their sport.
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus . . .

Maybe the poets were right; maybe constellations high above really did weep. Maybe comets blazed.

“Boban. Captain, wait,” della Torre shouted, running to close the gap. “Here, let me lend you a hand.”

EPILOGUE

ON NOVEMBER 18,
1991, the Yugoslav army, led by Serb paramilitaries, finally overran Vukovar after nearly three months of siege and bombardment. It is estimated that the city suffered the most massive and sustained barrage of fire in Europe since Stalingrad.

By then, most of the Croat defenders had escaped through the cornfields, leaving civilians and the wounded behind. Those people, they thought, would be protected by human rights and military conventions accepted across Europe since the fall of the Nazis.

They were wrong.

Women and men at the hospital — doctors, nurses, patients, and those who had gone seeking refuge — were separated. The women were bused out to an internment camp and were released back to Croatia after some days.

The men were taken to a farm south of Vukovar, where they were kept in a barn until it was their time to be taken out into a cornfield and executed. In all, some 260 were killed in this manner after the end of hostilities.

Years later, Croatia recovered the territory. Since then almost all the remains found in the mass graves have been identified. Among them were a number of foreigners, either mercenaries or adventurers or idealists just there to help, though the name of Dr. David Cohen does not appear in the memorials.

Nor does that of Captain Boban. Or Major Marko della Torre.

But not all the dead have been found. Nor are all those who perished remembered.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

This is a work of fiction, albeit hung very loosely on a framework of history. The destruction and suffering caused by the Yugoslav civil war of the 1990s was enormous and left none of the country’s ethnic populations unscathed. But this book covers only the beginning of the strife, the sieges of Dubrovnik and Vukovar, and only from a very narrow perspective.

The timing and circumstances of the events I describe aren’t necessarily as they happened. I’ve used authorial licence to shape history to suit my plot. Needless to say, the characters are all products of my imagination. And it’s purely coincidental if they resemble anyone living or dead.

Steve Higgins was a friend and a journalist, though never in the Balkans. On the other hand, the real Jack Grimston is a journalist who reported from the former Yugoslavia, albeit not during the war. While I can’t think of a gentler or kinder person, he has the perfect name for a secret service hard man and I thank him for lending it to me.

I would encourage anyone interested in the history of Yugoslavia’s violent end to read Misha Glenny’s
The Fall of
Yugoslavia
and Allan Little and Laura Silber’s
The Death of
Yugoslavia.
Both books are exceedingly well written and skilfully navigate the reader through an often complex subject.

I also found contemporary newspaper accounts and television and radio reports useful in developing a sense of place and time. Alec Russell’s memoir of reporting from the Balkans during that period,
Prejudice and Plum Brandy,
includes a terrific first-person depiction of what it was like to be in Dubrovnik during the siege.

The Internet is full of stories of the war in Vukovar and Dubrovnik. Two I found particularly affecting were “A Girl in My Arms: A Story of a Paediatrician from Vukovar” by Branka Šipek, from the journal
Archives of Diseases in Childhood,
and a collection of witness statements from Vukovar,
The Town Was the Target,
by Anica Marić and Ante Nazor.

Though I visited the former Yugoslavia during the war, I was never anywhere near danger. But my sister, Nives Mattich, lived there throughout the 1990s. As an aid worker, she witnessed the attacks on Zagreb, the siege and destruction of Sarajevo, the
NATO
attacks on Belgrade, and much else besides. I am deeply indebted to her for giving me an inkling of what it must have been like and admire her stoicism and bravery to have voluntarily endured numerous discomforts and dangers.

Other accounts came from relatives and friends, many of whom lost those they loved during the war.

The book is dedicated to my parents, who left Yugoslavia at the height of Tito’s powers. It is sobering to think that had they stayed, I would almost certainly have had to serve in the military, on one side or the other, during the conflict. I am grateful to them for their decision, however hard they sometimes found the life of immigrants: having to learn a new language, to adapt to new cultures, to struggle and persevere through what for a long time was outright poverty in order to give their children better lives and more hopeful futures.

I owe further thanks to my wife, Lucy, and my children, Pippa, Tilly, Kit, and Bee, for their support and forbearance as I sank into the corner of the sofa to write yet another book when there were so many other things I ought to have been doing.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention others who gave me encouragement, moral support, or just a welcome night away from the computer, including, in no particular order, Andrew Steinmetz, Fred Biggar, Alistair MacDonald, Patrick Amory, Robert Kirkby, Beverley Mackenzie, Andrew Shutter, Bill and Elaine Vinten, and, not least, Luke Vinten.

The greatest thanks, though, have to go to my editor, Janie Yoon, to copyeditor Peter Norman, and to my agent, Hilary McMahon, all of whom made this book not only possible, but as good as it could possibly be.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ALEN MATTICH is the author of
Zagreb Cowboy
and
Killing Pilgrim
, the first two novels in the critically acclaimed Marko della Torre series. Born in Zagreb, Croatia, he grew up in Libya, Canada, and the United States. A financial journalist and columnist, he’s now based in London, U.K., and writes for
Dow Jones
and the
Wall Street Journal.

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