'I'll tell you the truth,' says the Kosovar newspaper editor. 'They really don't know.' We are sitting in Tetovo, Macedonia, in the Café Arbi, where the exiled intellectuals of Pristina meet the world. 'They' in this comment are not the intellectuals but the KLA commanders still in Kosovo, to whom the editor, Baton Haxhiu, talks daily by satellite phone. Besieged on their hilltops, they can see a burning village here, a Serb patrol there, a tank at a crossroads—but they have no overall picture. Yet a large proportion of NATO's bombing targets in Kosovo come from this same source: from the KLA commanders, via satellite phone. So 'they' is also NATO.
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