The burnt smell of those who didn’t make it out takes over the air and makes you unable to breathe,the eternal smell of bodies rots away, none to be touched or moved.The loud explosions rings the ears of those nearby. The hundreds of people who shriek and weep unaware of what has happened, the loud sound of jets passes by, once again rings the ears of hundreds. The dark storm begins to take over the sky ,the  louder cry now more than ever.  The smell of petrol rips through the nostrils of those nearby. It was a cloudy, wet day expressed on the faces of those affected. Shocked and unable to put any words or phrases together to match what just occurred. Those who luckily made it out running to safety in the wake of another attack, the smell of the dead even stronger now, the path to safety all destroyed and filled with smoke.  The  vehicles that surround are ferociously on fire, limiting the oxygen in the air and replacing it with the toxic smoke.The loud bullets blister the area, leading to a rain of bullets to occur leaving you without help or any form of safety. The smell of tires hits you quicker than a bullet. You try running away but the safe way out is all destroyed, leaving no trace of the demolished road. How would you feel if you were in the position of those affected? BOOM, BOOM, shouting ensues, bullets are flying, you’re still unclear of what’s going on, but to your thankful aid , the UÇK fought back and to your amazement overpowered the serbian paratroopers. The scenery slightly starts to improve, you’re able to acknowledge what has happened and are beginning to see it all change. The weather is moving from a sad stormy day to a nice happy day. The crying and weeping stops. You now see a drastic change in your surroundings, the buildings are beginning to rebuild themselves, the destroyed tarmac is stating to be put back together. Instead of a burnt tire smell in the air it is replaced by a sweet smelling sensation. The heat scorching onto you, this time not from flamethrowers or recently fire klashnikovs, but from the sun as if summer was nearby. You try running but there is nothing to run away from, no tanks, no soldiers,nothing.You no longer see a path to safety, safety is all around you. The sound of bullets being fired and tank shells being fired is removed and replaced by the sound of kids playing the in the park, the people  talking on their phones, everyone seems happy, the local pizza shop’s open 24/7, you can see that it has become more revolutionized. The atrocities of war are for shadowed by the joy and happiness from the people. You see the sun appear, making it even warmer, it seems like a good day you think to yourself, it seems like all the people around have forgotten about the past and have decided to just move on and get on with their lives.

Although a safe haven for the victims was highly unlikely, their still was a fighting force for the Albanians. The Kosovan Liberation Army ( Ushtria Clirimtare e Kosoves) were a highly trained number of freedom fighters, fighting for the rights and freedom for the Ethnic Albanians living in the Republic Of Kosovo, unfortunately the Serbs didn’t agree and Serbian Prime Minister Slobodan Milosevic believed it was right to ethnically cleanse Kosovo of the 90% Albanians currently living there.

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