Genocide pays

It was early May of 1996. The genocide of Bosnia, as per the Dayton Peace Accords, appeared to be over and so did the work of the Bosnia and Herzegovina Information Bureau in Ottawa. We could breathe a sigh of relief, or so we thought.

People were tired of dying and the system of world control needed just that in order to cement the "facts on the ground" and finally establish a Serbian entity where it has never existed before the 1992-1995 genocide.

Instead of working on the Bosnian cause, I now had time and was able to focus on the rest of my life, or what was left of it. In doing so, I drafted a business plan, one of several, which envisaged the establishment of an engineering company in the general area of broadband telecommunications networks. It was well grounded, in terms of the market niche and the need for specific technical solutions, and called for an initial capital investment in the order of $ 20 Million.

The search for the investment capital started in Ottawa, the heart of Canada's telecommunications innovation, and then continued to Toronto, the hub of Canada's financial circles. From there it moved south to Texas, Arizona and California, to finally end in the British Virgin Islands, notorious for money laundering "under the British Law", as they insisted.

It was on Sunday, May 26th 1996, when I landed on the island of Tortola and took a cab to Road Town where I was going to have meetings over the next five days. The small town was dominated by enormous buildings of all of the biggest Canadian banks. From "The Royal Bank of Canada", to "The Bank of Nova Scotia", to "The Toronto Dominion Bank", to "The Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce", to "The National Bank", to "The Bank of Montreal", they were all there. It felt like home, in Canada, but a lot warmer, if not hot, very hot. In addition to Canadian banks, there were also all major Canadian accounting firms with their buildings and offices.

Of course, there were other big names in banking business, such as "The Barclay's Bank" and "The National Westminster Bank", both of England.

While my original hotel reservation was at "Maria's by the Sea", it was changed to the hotel owner's personal residence, a villa, which I did not mind.

I first met with a certain David, a Canadian who acted as a conduit in introducing me to a trust fund management company. Once that introduction took place, the trust fund management company laid out my schedule for the rest of the week. Everything appeared to be in order and well organized.

My first meeting was on Tuesday, May 28th, 1996, with a certain Andrew Keuls, an account executive with Integro Trust (B.V.I.) Limited. Andrew was a Dutchman who spoke with a perfect British accent. He was obviously well educated and comported himself with panache. In that meeting he introduced his firm and I introduced myself and the business venture. At the end of the meeting I left him a Business Plan to study. The next meeting was scheduled for Thursday, May 30th, 1996.

On Wednesday, May 29th, 1996, I spent a few hours with a certain Anne-Louise Robinson, an assistant to Andrew Keuls, in order to complete the necessary paperwork, corporate registration as well as opening of a bank account. Everything appeared to be in order and well organized.

On Thursday, May 30th, 1996, I met again with Andrew Keuls to discuss the Business Plan and capital investment. In that meeting he offered me a drink, which I politely turned down. He insisted I have a drink, which I again politely turned down. Upon his third offer of a drink I realized that what he wanted was to obtain my fingerprints. I accepted and asked for a glass of plain water. Anne-Louise Robinson brought it in on a small tray. I observed the glass and found it to be free of any smears or finger prints. In a climate like the one in the Caribbean, people perspire and it is natural that there would be prints of fingers on glasses. This glass was crystal clear and perfectly clean. So, I had a sip. At that, Andrew remarked that he just realized that they did not take a photocopy of my passport. I produced the passport, Anne-Louise took both the passport and the tray with the glass of water. She returned shortly thereafter and gave me back my Canadian passport.

Andrew asked for another evening of reading trough the Business Plan and also invited me for a meeting over a lunch the next day to discuss everything.

On Friday, May 31st, 1996, I met with Andrew over lunch. The business venture was discussed only briefly. He was most interested in my background, origin and government contacts in Sarajevo. The situation took an unexpected turn, in that my Bosnian heritage became the focus of the meeting. And then he posed a question which surprised me. He asked me if I had been to a certain geographical location on a certain island in Asia. I answered affirmatively but gave no details. I did, indeed, go to that specific location in 1993 when I was authorized and sent to organize material and other assistance for Bosnia. Then it dawned on me. A certain David C. Usher, a British subject, who presented himself to certain Bosniaks who were then on location in Asia, as being ready, willing and able to "land a plane anywhere, in any weather conditions", was nothing but a British spy who was working against Bosnia.

It became clear that my trip to British Virgin Islands was not going to bear fruit. The meeting with Andrew was over and he was going to send me some more documents to fill out, as the amount of the necessary capital investment required due diligence.

I went back to Maria's villa to pick up my clothes and to thank her for her hospitality. As I was leaving to go to the airport, she asked me: "Where do you come from?" I said: "From Bosnia".

She really stared at me, and hesitated before she asked this question: "Are you, too, with the Government of Bosnia?"

I said: "No, why do you ask?"

She said: " They were here the whole week".

I asked: "When?"

Maria said : "Last week".

Whoever it was, "they" operated with dirty money, opened a trust company with Integro Trust (B.V.I.) Limited and also opened an account with "The Barclay's Bank" in Road Town, Tortola, British Virgin Islands. "They" did it some six months after the Dayton Peace Accords cemented the existence of the Serbian genocidal entity in Bosnia.

Genocide pays, and pays handsomely.

Autor: Željko Milićević

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