In the little town of Orahovac, in central Kosovo, I saw a young Albanian woman clearly in shock carrying a baby whose skin had turned white. Her husband was dead and she had been wandering in the woods for days. An old man showed me where he had buried his wife—in a cornfield. In a tiny village in the hills children's shoes still lay on the road. Six people, including a pregnant woman, had died when a single Serb shell or rocket hit the group.
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