“… It was systematic killing … the organisers of that do not deserve to be at liberty.”

“… He trampled on my pride and I will never be able to be the woman that I was.”

“… He started speaking to us: ‘Listen you guys, we are going … to burn you all.’”

“Had it not been for this Omarska, my husband would probably be still alive, my nephew and many others.”

“They continued to beat me until a policeman on duty entered and said: ‘Leave the man alone. He's not going to survive.’”

“… He finished raping me … and said that he could perhaps, do more … but that I was about the same age as his daughter.”

“… I would forgive them, perhaps, if my husband had taken up arms … but to kill the wounded that cannot defend themselves, who have no arms, is terrible.”

“… There was a heap of between 10 and 12 bodies … hands and heads were sticking out of this little mound.”

“We saw our sons and our husbands off to those woods and never found out anything about them again.”

“As long as he had any breath left he had to sing [Chetnik songs] and they continued beating him and kicking him, I imagine, until he died.”

“There was a little girl there whose lower legs … were completely shattered … The only thing they told us is: ‘Let all of you balija die there. We’ll kill you anyway.’”

“I started wailing, screaming. I wanted to defend him somehow, to shield him … but they told me: ‘Get lost. Get him. We shall cut his throat too.’”

“Delić walked into the hangar … he told us that we are detained because we were Serbs.”

“… I was once beaten up so badly, I spent the next four days in a coma. I was thrown out onto a heap of corpses, and found there by one of my comrades.”

“… All my life I will have thoughts of that and feel the pain that I felt then and still feel. That will never go away.”

“… He told me to step out two steps, and he shot a bullet into my temple … He hit me in the left side of the head and the bullet exited through my right cheek.”

“… It was lawlessness … If they had some verbal disputes, if people hated someone, they would come to Omarska and they would kill them.”

“… People were moaning, crying. There was shooting ... They took away the people they wanted … that is what happened to me too.”

“I am a sick woman now … I have nothing to hope for … I would just like to ask … where they are … I want to give them a proper burial … then I can go away myself.”

“… This youngest boy I had, those little hands of his, how could they be dead? Every morning I wake up I cover my eyes not to look at other children going to school.”

“I remember the first evening [at Omarska camp], two young men suffocated … they were dead … No one flicked an eye … Everyone just looked after himself.”

“… My mother asked him if anybody could collect his things … the man answered: ‘He will not be needing those things anymore.’”

“… There were insults, slurs directed at us. They wanted us to admit to being Chetniks, which I didn’t do because I wasn’t one in the first place, and … it was an insult.”