
Death itself, the act of dying – that was not clear to me, I had no idea about it
It has been seven years since the passing away of Milan Bastašić, my father, a former eleven-year-old boy, a Jasenovac concentration camp inmate. Serbian version On this occasion, I am transcribing part of his testimony, published in 2010. in the book “Bilogora and Grubišno Polje 1941-1991”, which he authored. At the age of less than twelve, as a boy classified among men, he was transported to Jasenovac concentration camp in a cattle wooden wagon from his native Grubišno Polje. Due to a combination of circumstances that cannot be accidental, after two months, as the patient fell ill with typhus, he returned home. He survived. The only surviving boy- Jasenovac camp inmate from