Desperate for Survival

The air in Bosnia itself I could never, it was a rotten stench to it every morning when I woke up. A rotten stench. It was raw sewage. It was death. You could smell death in the air because the graves weren’t dug very deep. When somebody had passed away or killed on the front line, they would bring them into town and they would bury them in what they called a rock grave. They would just put them in the rock grave for now and leave it and that started smelling. We know for a fact that people used to steal clothing off the dead bodies, dig ’em up, you know, and take their boots or shoes or whatever they had. It was called survival and these people knew how to do it.