Kosovo 1999-2000

In the corridors of power there are contemplative and satisfactory murmurs after the catastrophe of the Balkans. They wink at each other; we have fooled most of the people most of the time, and therefore we have won. Never mind the dead; never mind the hatred; never mind the dispossessed. Now the Italian photographer Paolo Pellegrin has given the lie to these congratulations. In this volume he has documented the abject misery of the war, of the dislocation of reason and of society with no redress to Belgrade, London or Washington. By the end of the war almost 850,000 people out of a total population of two million had been displaced. In one night alone, tens of thousands were rounded up by their Serb oppressors in Pristina and expelled on trains. And when the Albanians returned to Kosovo after the bombing their vengeance was swift. For those lost souls their villages were closed forever - they were bombed to rubble. There were no streets anymore; there were no gardens anymore; there were no hearths, or food to cook on them. There was, God forbid, no hope, only the pathetic and desperate locomotion o ruptured limbs across a landscape stark and terrible.
Pellegrin's photographs, which won the Leica Medal of Excellence in 2001, are powerful enough to be considered seditious material; they are enough to foment rebellion against doctrine, government and authority. They are also a profound lament, with a lyric that seems to say: "How long can this go on?" Text by Tim Judah.