Weekly's columnist recounts details of attack

Vreme magazine's Teofil Pancic went back to writing his column this week, where he described the brutal attack against him over the weekend. Pancic was assaulted in a Belgrade city bus by unknown perpetrators who beat him with metal bars. Weekly's columnist recounts details of attack These are the excerpts from his column: "I enter the bendy bus at the third door; I do not see any empty seats, so I park close to the window opposite the door that I entered through. Instantly I feel someone - who ran into the bus after me - pulling me, shaking me and then a shower of blows from two man-like creatures, from the left, and from the right side. All this takes place in silence, neither myself, nor them, nor the Third Parties (as far as I'm aware) speak, and this lasts - again, if I'm to be trusted - perhaps some 15 seconds, I don't know. "The bus - according to the driver, a Lasta, not a GSP bus, I later told a police officer the first three numbers of its license plates - is standing at the bus stop all the time, with doors open, fully exposed for the handling of the hard physical work, and undisturbed fleeing of the showdown scene. The frame of the nearby passengers is frozen in my mind's movie theater: no one is moving. In a split second, I notice that the creatures that attacked me are likely the young, that's all I can guess (looking) under their hoods that partially obscure the equivalent of what is usually referred to as "faces" among the members of the human race. They hit me as they can, I think their intention was to push me to the floor and stomp all over me, but this doesn't succeed as I'm a fairly rude and inconsiderate victim, so I offer active resistance. In the end, they run out of the bus and toward "the whole world" as (Vreme journalist) Milos Vasic likes to put it. I exit the bus after them and helplessly watch their tails swing as they run down the Main Street. The driver and another young man approach me, ask how I'm doing, the young man says he knows who I am, or something to that effect. The passengers are unfreezing for the longest time, some go out of the bus and to a safe distance - perhaps I'll bite?, and soon, begin boarding other buses that are arriving, without asking where they're headed - what's important is to flee the scene of the Unfortunate Event. And some are likely glad, what the... This is an important point: could I have taken a good look at the attackers? Of course not. Could any of the (passengers) standing or sitting nearby have taken a good look at them, and described them much better than I could? Of course they could have. Well, has any of them done that? Of course not..." Pancic's entire column for this week is available here, in Serbian. Teofil Pancic (Vreme)

Weekly's columnist recounts details of attack

These are the excerpts from his column:

"I enter the bendy bus at the third door; I do not see any empty seats, so I park close to the window opposite the door that I entered through.

Instantly I feel someone - who ran into the bus after me - pulling me, shaking me and then a shower of blows from two man-like creatures, from the left, and from the right side.

All this takes place in silence, neither myself, nor them, nor the Third Parties (as far as I'm aware) speak, and this lasts - again, if I'm to be trusted - perhaps some 15 seconds, I don't know.

"The bus - according to the driver, a Lasta, not a GSP bus, I later told a police officer the first three numbers of its license plates - is standing at the bus stop all the time, with doors open, fully exposed for the handling of the hard physical work, and undisturbed fleeing of the showdown scene. The frame of the nearby passengers is frozen in my mind's movie theater: no one is moving.

In a split second, I notice that the creatures that attacked me are likely the young, that's all I can guess (looking) under their hoods that partially obscure the equivalent of what is usually referred to as "faces" among the members of the human race.

They hit me as they can, I think their intention was to push me to the floor and stomp all over me, but this doesn't succeed as I'm a fairly rude and inconsiderate victim, so I offer active resistance. In the end, they run out of the bus and toward "the whole world" as (Vreme journalist) Miloš Vasić likes to put it.

I exit the bus after them and helplessly watch their tails swing as they run down the Main Street. The driver and another young man approach me, ask how I'm doing, the young man says he knows who I am, or something to that effect.

The passengers are unfreezing for the longest time, some go out of the bus and to a safe distance - perhaps I'll bite?, and soon, begin boarding other buses that are arriving, without asking where they're headed - what's important is to flee the scene of the Unfortunate Event. And some are likely glad, what the...

This is an important point: could I have taken a good look at the attackers? Of course not. Could any of the (passengers) standing or sitting nearby have taken a good look at them, and described them much better than I could? Of course they could have. Well, has any of them done that? Of course not..."

Pančić's entire column for this week is available here, in Serbian.