2

Tonight, the streets of Banja Luka are completely buried under snow again. The blizzard continues, tirelessly covering everything with a shroud of snow. The trees are so laden with snow that the branches keep breaking under the heavy burden, which is a great danger for passers-by, who are few and far between. Whatever moves under the famous rows of trees in Banja Luka is exposed to this danger. Which is why everyone, unless he absolutely has to, avoids passing under the rounded treetops looking very much like haystacks. From the eaves of all the residential houses and other buildings hang giant icicles, which can also be very dangerous for passers-by.

In all the streets, with the sole exception of Dr Ante Pavelic Street, there are only narrow paths leading through the snow, but these remain during the day only; at night, they, too, are snowed over. Nothing, however, can stop Captain Mišolov, hurrying to an important meeting at the Banja Luka Police Department. Looking at his giant figure, one has the impression that it cuts through the snowstorm and that the snow moves aside to let him pass, leaving an empty space behind him.

Having reached the Police Headquarters building, which had belonged to the Serb Spasoje Babic, a trader, before the Ustashi triumphantly entered the town, he noticed the guard at the entrance shivering with cold. In view of the fact that the fellow did not even notice him, the Captain thought of shooting him on the spot with his Parabellum, in accordance with the Ustashi Army Regulation Book. However, when it flashed through his mind that such an act would cause a general commotion and would leave a very bad impression with the high-ranking officials he was supposed to talk to that night, he desisted. He vented his anger at the guard's negligence by reprimanding the man severely, ordering him to report to his commanding officer in the morning.

The Captain, with the help of the police non-com on duty, shook the thick layer of snow and ice off his uniform and then entered the Police Headquarters. Inside, the highest-ranking Ustashi officials of the town eagerly awaited his arrival, and this clearly showed on their faces.

- Ready for the homeland! - he shouted in a piercing voice, greeting those present with a proper Ustashi salute and posture.

- Ready for the homeland! - replied the ten or so prominent citizens, church and other dignitaries, almost unanimously. The Great Župan with the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Dr Viktor Gutic, came to greet the distinguished guest smiling broadly, while the others present rose from their seats out of respect.

- Captain Mišolov, allow me to introduce to you the gentlemen assembled here. First of all, His Excellency, the Bishop of Banja Luka, Jozo Garic, then the parish priests Dr Nikola Bilogrivic and Miroslav Filipovic. Naturally, you already know the Commander of the local Ustashi Police Force, Mr Ozren Kvaternik! - Dr Gutic particularly stressed the latter, officiously pointing out the gentlemen in question.

- It is a particular honour and pleasure to us all - he went on immediately - that you, Captain, will be our guest tonight in connection with our forthcoming task of exterminating the Greek-Orthodox population in the vicinity of Banja Luka. At the same time, those gathered here, who have not been abroad with our fine Ustashi, would gladly listen to your most interesting account of what it was like to serve our Headman and the Ustashi cause while you were far away from Croatia, our only homeland...

Gutic cast a quick glance at the Captain and the other gentlemen present, wishing to see for himself how his words had gone down with them. Having satisfied himself that his little speech had been very effective indeed and that everybody was listening to him attentively, he immediately added:

- You know only too well, Captain, that we had been laying down the foundation of our Independent State of Croatia for decades, under the most difficult living and working conditions imaginable, both us living in our homeland and the entire Croat diaspora. Due to this, we haven't had the opportunity of acquainting ourselves more thoroughly with your arduous work abroad...

- I do hope, gentlemen, that we shall sit down before I start telling you about it - the Captain answered, intending to smile...

- Not just sit down but, with the help of God, drink a glass or two! - Dr Gutic replied readily, gaily ordering the attendants to fill up their glasses; praising the Lord and the Headman, everybody drained their glasses forthwith.

- Well, my dear gentlemen, I don't know where to begin. Anyway... You know as well as I do that we Croats have been fighting for an independent and free Croatian state for almost a thousand years. Now, in this century of ours, Providence has sent us our fine, and I should add, wise Headman, Dr Ante Pavelic, who has invested his boundless mental effort and superhuman bodily strength in the realisation of this historic task and objective. As far back as 1921, as you also well know, unwaveringly following the policy of the Party of Croatian Rights and the Father of our homeland, Dr Ante Starcevic, he was elected to represent the Party in that Yugoslav Parliament of theirs. From then onwards, he has been fighting steadily and courageously to establish a totally independent Croatian state. In the course of his endeavours, he has managed, owing primarily to his personal valour, quick wit and the honour of a true fighter for the benefit of the Croatian people, to gather around himself a group of equally intrepid sons of Croatia such as, for example, Ivan Percevic, a man of long and noble lineage, Ivan Frank, Dr Mile Budak, Dr Mladen Lorkovic, Dr Andrija Artukovic, Gustav Percec and many other most excellent prominent Ustashi members. The Headman ordered the establishment of the first Croatian Sports Society, which soon numbered about forty thousand well-organised and trained Croatian youngsters in the homeland alone. Before the election of 1927, aware of the necessity of future sacrifices for the purpose of realising our historic objective, he addressed the Muslims, in order to gain their support against the Serbs, saying of them that they were "the flowers of the Croatian people, flowers that one planted once a year but could pick and enjoy the smell of throughout the year". On the island of Lipari, in Italy, the Headman told a group of us Ustashi members this little anecdote from 1928, concerning the goings-on in the so-called Parliament of that kingdom of theirs. "We Croats - he said to them resolutely - always want to come in first, and you have done everything in your power to ensure that Croats come in second. Why, can you imagine a contest wherein one of the contestants knows in advance that he is bound to come in second? That shall no longer come to pass!" He added that he had regularly attended the sessions of that Parliament of theirs only for the sake of collecting travel expenses. The Headman was in high spirits indeed, and we all laughed heartily at this story of his...

No sooner had the Captain uttered these words than Messrs Garic and Gutic started clapping their hands, then all the others joined in and Dr Bilogrivic exclaimed: "Long live our Headman, long live our resurrected Croatian state!"

Following a hint from Dr Gutic, the attendants hastened to refill their glasses; taking a long swig, the Captain went on:

- When the Serb representative Puniša Racic shot the Croatian representatives Pavle Radic and Djuro Basaricek in a most barbaric way in that Parliament of theirs, our Headman gave the following statement for the Press: "It is a pressing and urgent need of the Croatian people to establish an independent Croatian state, far away from the Serbs, who lack civilised manners and should be eliminated from the historical and national territory of the Croatian people using the deadliest and most effective means at our disposal..."

- Is it known - Friar Cosic asked - why this Racic fellow shot our representatives with his gun?

- Racic was, apparently, talking about the Serbian blood given so freely for the freedom of our country when one of our representatives shouted to him ironically: "Do tell us how much that Serbian blood costs so we can pay you!" Hearing those words, Racic took out his gun and started shooting...

Immediately afterwards the Headman ordered the establishment of the "Croatian Home Guard", organised its Headquarters and strike units, appointed their commanders; he also organised mass anti-Serb demonstrations on the so-called Union Day, putting up black flags in Kaptol, in the very centre of Zagreb. Having arranged things with Macek, he decided to emigrate to Austria on 17th January 1929, where he was met by the Secretary General of the Party of Croatian Rights, Gustav Percec, and the head of the Croatian Youth Organisation, Branimir Jelic. My dear sirs, I wouldn't like to tire you with this "history lesson" much longer, so I intend to cut my story short - the Captain added, taking another swig from his glass.

- No, we shall not tire of your story by any means! - everyone present cried in unison, urging the Captain to continue.

- Well, all right... Those events were followed by the Headman's trip to Bulgaria, and his agreement with Bulgarian and Macedonian nationalists concerning their joint effort aimed at destroying the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes. On that occasion he met with Ivan Vanco Mihajlov and the man who later took part in the assassination of the Yugo-Serb King, Vladimir Kerin Chernozemsky, of whom I shall tell you more later. Immediately afterwards he travelled to Turkey, with a view to winning the support of Yugoslav, Turkish and Albanian émigrés for the common cause of putting an end to Yugoslavia. Following that, he travelled to Italy and Hungary, which countries gave their immediate financial and other support to our cause. On that occasion the Headman uttered his famous battle-cry: "We must destroy Serboslavia! Let revolvers and bayonets speak!"

Gutic and others started clapping their hands again, their faces emanating real joy. Seeing that, the Captain smiled in a self-satisfied manner and added:

- It was then that our wise Headman ordered that special groups should be formed out of the ranks of the most distinguished Ustashi for the purpose of making explosive devices to be placed on trains afterwards - in Zemun, Vinkovci, Zidani Most, Vrhopolje... This, as is well known, inspired in no small way the formation of Ustashi units and organisations under the guise of humanitarian institutions. These sprang up in Austria, Italy, Hungary, Belgium, Switzerland, throughout South America and wherever the Croatian diaspora was. Ustashi publications became particularly widespread: "The Croatian Home Guard" in South America, "Die croatische Frage", that is, "The Croatian Question" in Vienna, "Gric" and "Ustashi", published by the Central Ustashi Headquarters in Italy, "The Independent State of Croatia" in Switzerland... But the Headman did not stop there, gentlemen. After consultation with Macek and Šubašic in Vienna, he met with the Head of Österreichische monarchistische Kaisertrue Partei, the Austrian Monarchist Party, Colonel Wolf, and the Italian diplomat Eugenio Morelli...

- Oh, yes, my dear sir, those publications, although we received them sporadically and at great personal risk, were enormously helpful to us here in the homeland when it came to the preservation of the Croatian national spirit - observed Bishop Garic, and the others confirmed this by nodding their heads.

The Captain, however, took no notice of his remark but went on:

- The Headman started work on the establishment of Ustashi units as far back as 1931 in the small mountain town of Bovegno, in the Italian province of Brescia. He ordered the establishment of a printing press with the Central Ustashi Headquarters, started the publication of "Ustashi" and the Regulations of the Ustashi Croatian Revolutionary Organisation. Am I beginning to overdo things with tonight's "history lesson"? - asked the Captain with an air of self-importance, but the assembled officials were quick to cry, although not quite in unison: Oh, no, by no means!

- Following this - the Captain emphasised - the first military regulations were passed and the military training of us Ustashi began. The Chief Superintendent of the Italian Police, Ettore Conti, established connection with the Headman, which meant that, from then onwards, we could count on their Government's full support. We could count on a similar kind of support from the Hungarian Government because they let us use a military training base in a place called Janka-Puzsta, near Nagy-Kanyzha. It was during this period, I distinctly remember, that the Headman published the following stirring statement in "Ustashi": "The dagger, revolver and explosive devices are the best things we can send to the Serbs and their Gypsy King, who has proclaimed himself a dictator. To the greatest shame of the Croatian people, he has proclaimed himself their leader, too. The dagger, revolver, sub-machine gun and explosive devices, those are the bells that shall herald the downfall of the Serbs, the coming of the dawn and the resurrection of the Independent State of Croatia...

- Oh, what divine words! - Dr Bilogrivic could not resist saying.

- Which is why - the Captain went on quoting the Headman's words - a Croatian Ustashi cannot be a mere observer, he must be strict and merciless. Holding no quarter, with arms, in fire and blood, he must break the neck of the Serb oppressor and free his homeland in this way...

Once again, almost simultaneously, everybody started clapping their hands, even the Captain himself. Evidently satisfied with the effectiveness of his speech, he continued after a brief pause:

- I remember exactly the following message from the Headman: "We shall not beg the Serb tyrant and oppressor. We shall fight him and drive him out of his own home!" You, gentlemen, probably didn't know that, immediately after emigrating from that former Kingdom of theirs, the Headman sent a letter to that King Aleksandar of theirs, a very brief letter but one pregnant with meaning, wherein he sentenced him to death, a punishment that Gypsy King entirely deserved: "You're a dead man, Gypsy, you Serb motherfucker!" I need not, I trust, point out to you that even as long ago as that the Headman had firmly decided to eliminate that midget King by all means.

All the gentlemen present were truly delighted with what they were being told; all of a sudden, the Captain asked them:

- Does anyone here know the text of the Ustashi oath by heart?

The question having come so suddenly, everybody remained silent, albeit not for long.

- Of course we know it! - Filipovic, the parish priest, was the first one to react.

- I believe that everyone here knows it! - Dr Bilogrivic was quick to add.

- I believe so, too - the Captain said gaily - but those holy words should be repeated at every opportunity. Pray, utter them yet again!

- I swear by almighty God - Dr Bilogrivic started reciting the oath resolutely - and by everything that is sacred to me, that I shall abide by the Ustashi Regulations and obey the rules, that I shall obey unconditionally every order given by the Headman, that I shall keep every secret imparted to me and never divulge them to anyone. I swear that I shall fight with the Ustashi for the establishment of an independent Croatian state and that I shall do whatever the Headman orders me to do. I swear that, once we have attained the independence of the Croatian state and the freedom of the Croatian people, I shall defend them with my fellow Ustashi. If I violate this oath in any way whatsoever, deliberately and in full awareness of my conduct and negligence, I shall be executed in accordance with the Ustashi regulations, so help me God! Amen! - Dr Bilogrivic concluded most energetically.

- Excellent, my dear Guardian! I never doubted that you all knew it by heart. But I did remind you of the text of our oath for a very good reason, do believe me. What is of particular importance there is the bit about keeping the Ustashi matters secret, and that refers to our forthcoming task of exterminating the abhorrent Greek-Orthodox population of Drakulic, Motike, Šargovac and the Rakovac coal mine. Particularly in view of the fact that the aforementioned bastards, as I have been informed, have refused to be converted to our holy faith. We shall discuss this in more detail over the next few days, in accordance with the plan submitted by Dr Gutic and approved by the highest authority...

Dr Gutic, evidently glad that his zealous service to the Ustashi-Croatian cause had been pointed out yet again, merely blinked a couple of times through his glasses, bowing deferentially in the Captain's direction.

- You have mentioned that pithy letter of the Headman's sent to the Gypsy King; what we would really like to know, I mean all of us gathered here, are more details about that historic event! - Dr Bilogrivic insisted.

- I must most emphatically point out to you, gentlemen, all of you being high-ranking officials, that not a single word of our Headman has ever been said in vain. When, back in 1930, he decided on mounting an uprising in Lika, despite the fact that heavy casualties were possible and, indeed, very likely, the uprising was duly arranged and launched as planned. It really caused quite a stir throughout the world, drawing attention to the difficult position of the Croatian people in the so-called Kingdom of Yugoslavia! Equally, when the Headman decided that an attempt should be made on the life of "His Majesty" in Zagreb on 17th December 1933, the Gypsy King's birthday, his decision was duly carried out by Petar Oreb and associates. The event, as you know, was publicised by the world press and radio stations for weeks, which, naturally, merely emphasised the resolve on the part of the Croatian people to get rid of the Serbs and establish a state of their own. As far as the actual assassination is concerned, you know that it was carried out on 9th September 1934 by the aforementioned Vladimir Kerin Chernozemsky, known under the nickname of "Vlada the Chauffeur". He was assisted by Mijo Bzik, Mijo Kralj, Ivan Rajic and Zvonko Pospišil, whom the current Commander of the Croatian Police, Eugen Dido Kvaternik, the son of our Commander of the Army and the Armed Forces of the Independent State of Croatia, Sir Slavko Kvaternik, met in Switzerland and supplied with Czechoslovak passports. Was it not so, Mr Kvaternik? -asked the Captain emphatically, directing his gaze towards the Army Commander's nephew, Ozren Kvaternik.

It was already long past midnight, but the hosts and their guest were still in a very festive mood, helping themselves copiously to good food and drink; it was as if their conversation had just begun. At midnight sharp, they had listened attentively to the last news programme of the day on the radio, particularly to the news about the victorious advance of the German troops in Russia, which only contributed to the general good mood and willingness to continue their pleasant conversation.

- Over here, their authorities claimed in the press and in all the news programmes on the radio that the Headman had been arrested in connection with the assassination, they trumpeted tirelessly how Italy was going to extradite him forthwith and how he was going to be hanged in public with due haste - Dr Bilogrivic brought the subject up anew, blinking at the guest.

- Well, it is true that he was arrested, but only detained for a short while. I have mentioned before that the Italian government not only gave us financial support out of the state funds but also provided military bases for thorough training and drilling of our Ustashi units. The Duce had his own reasons for treating us in this way. It was with a very heavy heart that the Headman had to agree to give the Dalmatian islands and coast to Italy. That was why Italy kept postponing, in every possible way, meeting and talking with that Gypsy King of theirs, whose corpse has long since rotted away. He kept sending messages to the Duce, via his officials and other "couriers", to the effect that he wished to establish friendly relations with all neighbouring countries, particularly Italy. The Duce, however, well aware of his own power and the general level of civilisation of the Italian people, refused to have anything to do with a Serb Gypsy, even though be held the title of a king...

- In the course of our previous conversation, Mr Mišolov, you swore when you mentioned the Italians, referring to them as "those damn wops". Would you mind telling us, unless, of course, that would amount to an indiscretion, what you think of them today? - Dr Gutic inquired again.

- What do I think of them? As you know, there's the mighty Vatican, our common Holy See, the Italians are still powerful, and we have to make a pact with them. I do think, however, that those Romans are tricksters of long standing and that we've been had again: not only have they taken the whole of the Adriatic coast and a large part of Bosnia from us, but are now acting to protect the Serb vermin from being exterminated once and for all. But believe me, our Headman didn't have a choice. It is my firm belief, however, that, when an opportunity presents itself, the Headman will rely on the Germans, who are the only real world power at the moment, and find the best practical solution for the Croatian people and state...

- I would like to add, Captain, that the Germans, too, have been protecting the Serb vermin of late. Mr Gutic, for example, has been the most active and deserving one of us when it comes to exterminating the Greek-Orthodox population in this part of our homeland. Yet, after his conflict with the German military commander, Fortner, he had to back down and stop performing the duty of the Stožernik of the Croatian Krajina. That, I firmly believe is familiar to you as well... - Bishop Garic was heard again.

- Of course it is familiar to me... The Lord above, our Holy Church and the Headman will be indebted to Mr Gutic for everything that he has done and intends to do. Forever indebted. The same holds true for all of you and others who have sacrificed and are sacrificing yourselves upon the altar of our Croatian homeland; the coming generations of the Croatian people will be indebted to you. And as far as the Germans are concerned, gentlemen, it is not their intention to protect those dirty Greek-Orthodox beggars and intruders upon holy Croatian soil, but they are, if you'll pardon the expression, covering their arses. This is the situation. Their military units are fighting throughout the world at the moment: on land and at sea, and that means all the oceans. Being militarily engaged in so many places at once, they are forced to keep relatively few troops in these parts, and those troops are increasingly exposed to the attacks of the insurrectionist outlaws. In a nutshell, they don't want, at least for the time being, to provoke those outlaws, but I assure you that, when the opportunity presents itself, the Germans won't let them get away scot-free...

Dr Gutic, who had been listening most attentively to every word of the Captain's, asked him reluctantly, as if not quite sure whether it was appropriate to interrupt him or not:

- Pray tell us more about the assassination of that King of theirs, particularly about the fate of our men who participated in it.

- Why, let's not go into that now - the Captain replied almost gruffly - I would like to hear a few things from you now. For instance, how are our "Croatian flowers", the Muslims? Somebody has mentioned to me that they have already got uppish, demanding their own independent state of Bosnia, ostensibly interceding in favour of the remaining Greek-Orthodox elements...

- Well, it would appear to me that we've misjudged them again! - Dr Gutic admitted.

- You most of all, Mr Gutic - said the Head of the Ustashi Police, Ozren Kvaternik, smiling ironically.

Gutic, who had not expected anything of the sort in the least, was at a loss for words for a while.

- Well, you know... What do you mean me, why me? - he snapped somewhat angrily, flashing a searing glance towards Kvaternik through the thick lenses of his spectacles.

- Kindly remember, but don't get cross, what you were saying to them last year. You said something like this: "Tears of joy are flowing down your cheeks because Bosnia is the centre of our Independent State of Croatia. And you, brothers Croat-Muslims, as the noblest part of the great and heroic Croatian people, follow the lead of your Croatian brothers, who are already basking in the sun of freedom, adorn your mosques and homes with Allah's banners and our beloved Croatian tricolours, and attack our common enemy, the Serbs, with all your might..." You even made that Town Hall attendant, or whatever he used to be, part of your personal entourage... That trash, Asim Dželic. Wasn't that so?

- It was - Dr Gutic said vehemently in his own defence - but he has served our cause with truly satanic zeal. There has been no-one exterminating our Serb bloodsuckers and those Jewish Judas Iscariots with such gusto. He never needs to be ordered twice. I don't even need to lift a finger, it is enough for me to look at one of them, and the man is as good as dead. And he slaughters them with such gusto that he never fails to regale me. Let's not waste our time with empty talk, please... And my address to those converts to Islam, who used to be pure Croats, was also entirely in accordance with the express instructions of the Headman and our highest state and Ustashi officials. In any case, I will not allow anyone to criticise me on that account...

- Let us not - the Captain interposed in a conciliatory manner - enter into arguments of that kind. We have much more pressing things to think about. The town, as you know, is surrounded by the rebel forces, they have cut our water supply and severed our connection with Jajce by road and with Zagreb by railway... On top of everything else, they destroyed a Home Guard company in Vrbanja, under our very noses, just a few days ago. The Muslims, my dear gentlemen, are not to blame for that but Croats. A certain Drago Madžar, the Commander of the rebel battalion. If he should have any close relatives in Banja Luka, they must be arrested forthwith, court-martialled and shot, each and every one of them. Among the bandits, as far as I am informed, there are names like Pavlic, Rojc, Radman, Podgornik, Jurincic, Winterhalter, Lang... Catholic one and all, as you see. In fact, as locals, you should be rather better acquainted with these matters than myself...

Dr Gutic, fearing that such an inquiry might tend to present his endeavours in a less than favourable light, stretched his neck suddenly; it seemed that he was going to protest sharply against these remarks, but he only said hastily:

- We had Ivica, Madžar's brother, shot in Jajce last summer but...

- Do tell me who presides over the local court martial. Is it not Mahmut Dizdarevic, whom you've introduced me to, Mr Gutic?

- That's right. These converts to Islam have infiltrated our ranks everywhere, both in Zagreb and over here. Dr Džafer Kulenovic is the Deputy Prime Minister, Hilmija Bešlagic is the Minister of Transport, his brother, Hakija Bešlagic, is the Mayor of Banja Luka, Ahmet Filipovic is the prosecutor of the court martial... They are also represented in the Wartime People's Tribunal. As well as Dr Oskar Vilfan, Nikola Condric and Ivan Sumajstorcic, it includes Lieutenant Colonel Becir-Beg Kulenovic, Ahmet Beglerbegovic, another fellow called Dizdarevic... To say nothing of lower-ranking officials. And as if that weren't enough, that Mulalic fellow of theirs has had the temerity to lodge complaints against us with the Headman. Had I not been removed from my post here, I would be treating them in an entirely different manner now. But...

The parish priest from Petricevac, Friar Miroslav Filipovic, who had appeared to be quite absent-minded throughout the evening, suddenly spoke nervously:

- Gentlemen of high rank and office, I have never been one for much talk and little action. Once our little "crusade", as we have called it, against the Greek-Orthodox lice and ticks in Drakulic, Šargovac, Motike and Rakovac is swiftly and successfully completed, God willing, I would also have these converts to Islam exterminated. Not, of course, immediately, but when the right moment for that comes. For the time being, I would have that society of theirs, "Gajret", which has always been characterised by a certain degree of Serbophilia, closed, as well as all the other societies of theirs, particularly "Islamiyet", the one dealing with the education of their young Islam-converts. They should all be closed, including the funeral society "Magfiret"! Let them fly straight up to the sky, to their Allah, without desecrating our holy Croatian soil. And...

- Bravo, Mr Filipovic! A hundred times - bravo! - the Captain interrupted his speech, joining the applause of the other gentlemen present - that's the way for a Catholic priest and a sworn Ustashi to reason and act!

- I would suggest to you, Messrs Kvaternik and Nedielski, that many Islamic-convert families should be thoroughly combed - the Karabegovics, Hadžics, Filipovics, Maglajics, Dervišics, Insanics, Masles, Bukics, Kušmics... Mr Gutic certainly knows them only too well: some as pre-war Serbophiles, some as Communists. Be that as it may, they are rebels, and those of them who are not outright rebels most certainly support rebels and outlaws. I would have them all brought before the mobile court martial and... - here the parish priest made a move as if he were swinging a sabre.

- You almost made it appear that I had connections with the Communists, Mr Filipovic - Dr Gutic remarked with a smile, then added gaily:

- Actually, you're right, in a manner of speaking: I used to have discussions with many Communists from Banja Luka before the war. What can you do, Reverend, we were, as it were, on the same side as the Communists then, in opposition to the regime. In any case, thank you for your heartfelt and impassioned speech. God willing, our words shall turn into actions soon. Thank you all, gentlemen. Next time we shall be discussing our plan, our "Little Crusade" - said Dr Gutic, concluding the meeting in high spirits.

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