A personal tale of Kosovars in a refugee camp in Macedonia. Prisoners from a land at war across the border, not allowed out of the camp and with no freedom. Children separated from their families by a terrible war. Lots of boredom, enclosed with nothing to do. It's not all bad; there are occasional days out, clown visits, attempts to make the tragic memories of a war refugee less miserable. Finally comes word that the refugees can return home. All of a sudden everyone is busy, the camp is broken down, the refugees are on the move. They return past the detritus of war on tractors, in buses -- however they can. But what terrible scenes await them. The villages now the graveyards of their war dead. Litter details the end of missing family members. Mass graves the only mortal remnants of rel
atives, bodies still protruding from the earth. A watch still ticks on a skeleton's wrist. Terrible graffiti from the Serbs, now evicted after their mean doings. And the burials of those who stayed behind to fight, their bodies exhumed from shallow graves, their legacy finally allowed to be celebrated. And even Madelaine Albright comes to celebrate the homecoming with them.
