Mladic seemed impressed with my
viewpoints on war and peace. He was very warm friendly man; very
relaxed and laid back. He smiled the entirety we were chilling out
just enjoying each other’s company and drink. Hanging out with Mladic
was no different than chilling with my other friends back in America.
I ordered another drink with Darko’s disapproval. As aforementioned,
Darko strongly disdained mind altering substances, always trying to
help me overcome my craving for them. Then, Mladic opened his wallet,
showing me photos of his wife and children; he had a very attractive
family as portrayed in his wallet sized photos. I think he missed
them, perhaps empathizing to the loss I felt being estranged with my
own two children for so many agonizing years.
Mladic, I possess very few photos of my own children. The photos
Mladic had in his wallet were obviously very old because his children
were still very young in the pictures. It was evident he didn’t have
any recent photos of his family in many years; I sympathized with him
in this respect. After reminiscing over family photos he got up
sitting next to me across from Darko and Bojana. I let him hold my
hand gently massaging it. He kissed my hand, inviting me to spend the
night with him in the hills of Beograd; I declined on account of my
strong Orthodox Christian theological convictions. I admit Mladic
having warm inviting hands and greatly enjoying the manner in which he
touched me. I did consider him an attractive man; yet as
aforementioned I declined his invitation.
He accepted my decision although he did ask me again; again I replied
the same answer. It was getting late and I was departing Serbia the
following day in the afternoon. Still sipping my drink, I began urging
Darko to return to America with me making a life for himself teaching
as a professor at a university.
In retrospect, I now feel
tremendous guilt and shame because of my advances towards Darko owing
to Bojana my best friend sitting there with me vis-à-vis. Feeling a
bit tipsy from drinking, Mladic continued making sexual advances
towards urging me to go home with him. Darko laughed seemingly
thinking Mladic’s advances towards me were cute stating, “go ahead
Jill, spend the night with Sharko, it’s fine…Sharko‘s a good friend of
mine…don‘t worry if you want to…I promise you’ll not miss your flight
back to America tomorrow…“ I continued declining the advances and when
it became obvious I wouldn’t change my mind, Darko said we had to leave
because I had to finish packing for my flight and get a good nights
We all departed identically to boarding the boat
restaurant, crossing the small narrow wooden bridge; Sharko/ Mladic
departed with us. After exiting, Mladic and I stood in front of the
boat restaurant for several minutes. I began crying because I loved
Serbia not wanting to leave the next day. Mladic pulled me close to
him and embracing me, he kissed both my cheeks. I kissed his cheeks
also embracing him.
In examining photos online of the
Topcider Serbian military barracks in Beograd recently, the photo
scenes look identical to where I met Ratko that night. Even the photos
of the trees, walkways and benches/Gazebo and river where we met look
exactly the same. I remember the shape of the trees there that night
even. The scene that night when we met looks very much identical as
seen in the newly released Mladic home videos.
I wonder if
Mladic did not have any security when he met me because Darko had
brought me in the Topcider military barracks to meet Mladic that night;
I believe he did. I would not have known the difference since it seemed
merely a beautiful park.
Darko and Bojana were walking ahead towards the car leaving me and
Mladic alone. Knowing, I’d continue crying, I broke our embrace saying
“goodbye.” Mladic promised to visit me the next day dressed in his
full military uniform before I left Serbia. I didn’t want to part; but
I did. I saw Darko and Bojana walking towards their car up the grassy
hill and followed. I walked briskly catching up with them; I was
exhausted and still had to finish packing back at Darko‘s apartment.
Once more I turned and saw Mladic drive away in an old brown Mercedes
Benz on its left front side. I was surprised to see it was scratched
and slightly dented. Arriving back at Darko’s place, I completed
preparations for departing the following day and fell fast asleep.
The next day I woke up around mid morning feeling depressed so I went
for a walk to a local store picking up some things. Returning to
Darko’s, we were standing outside his apartment discussing something
when I turned seeing Mladic approaching me in full military regalia.
We shook hands glad seeing each other. Of all photos I’ve seen online,
Mladic never looked better than he did then.
uniform was clean, ironed and he wore every military metal ever earned
it seemed to me. He was as honorably decorated as any of the American
Joint Chief’s of Staff; even wearing his gold colored in sigma upon his
green military cap. He had many gold colored metals hanging from his
uniform on the left side by his chest. I was privileged to see him
this way; I confess being impressed.
I was surprised to
say the very least. Darko said to stand next to Mladic insisting on
snapping some photos of the two of us. Mladic placed his arm around my
shoulder and I his; we both smiled as Darko snapped some photos. When
finished Mladic presented me with a gift. The book I posted online for
you all to view, signing it to me under the alias name, Sharko thanking
me for beautiful times spent together in Beograd. We embraced and he
left as Darko interjected saying we had to hurry to the airport before
I miss my flight.
Darko’s German friend delivered me back to Beograd airport the same
manner as picked up. There was little time, my flight was actually
locking the gate and about to depart without me. Darko ran up to
someone important showing his governmental badge as I recall, asking
them to hold the flight until I board. There was hardly time for JAT
to weigh my luggage; they did however inform me it weighed over the
limit allowed. Darko said there was no time to be picky about what I
was bringing back to the States ; I obeyed leaving one full suitcase
behind with him as to not miss my flight. Quickly helped me through
customs and the gate, I tried prolonging our goodbye. Darko didn’t
want seeing him cry and urged me on as the Serbian flight attendant
waved me to hurry. The gate was closed up and I had to run with my
carry on to board the plane. One last time I turned briefly to see
Darko; he tried hiding the tears swelling in his eyes as I.
took my seat on the JAT flight back home to America. Upon reaching JFK
my luggage was lost and it was delivered over the weekend to my home in
Bloomingdale New Jersey. This is what it’s like to chill with the most
ruthless men in the world. No biggie really.
Law Projects Center Int’l [Beograd / New York]
Miss Jill Louise Starr [Director of LPC New York]
138-A Hamburg Tpk.,
To: All Interested Parties
Date: March 11th 2001
Subject: Int’l Criminal Court Preparatory Commission Meeting Report [Draft Documents on
Establishing a Permanent ICC]
March 1st – March 9th 2001
United Nations, N.Y.C.
Dear Friends and Colleagues,
In the true spirit of former United States President, Woodrow Wilson’s American Democratic
Ideals#, I hereby forward you draft documents from the recent United Nations meetings held
in New York City on establishing a permanent International Criminal Court.
I strongly believe, if all countries in our world will soon be submitting both themselves and
their citizenry to a new ICC establishment possessing exclusive international legal jurisdiction
over the entire world, that you should fully comprehend its meaning and raison d’etat.
Hence, I believe that all persons possessing a strong commitment to enhancing democracy,
applying equitable social justice and peace for our perpetual human
survival and for our posterity [without prejudice], should read these
Miss Jill Louse Starr
I probably have other documents I’ll have to check. Start reading these
including a scanned photo image of the secret Richard Holbrook and
Radovan Karadzic Immunity Agreement.
PS: I probably have other documetns I’ll have to check. Start reading these
The book I wrote entitled, “Chilling Out With Radovan Karadzic and Ratko Mladic’ is far
(MY RARE USED BOOK STORE ON HALF.COM/EBAY)