In my dreams it’s never light. It’s always dusk or twilight. There are many people, some I know and a lot more I don’t. Cars, airports, dark roads and rain, peculiar apartments that seem small at first but turn out to be huge. I’m far away, trying to come back. I’m never surprised to be where I am, but it’s always unfamiliar and I don’t want to be there.
I wonder if the Serbian patriot Vojislav Seselj has dreams like that. He’s at one of the prisons in The Hague now, having surrendered voluntarily in 2003 to the International Tribunal for the Prosecution of Persons Responsible for Serious Violations of International Humanitarian Law Committed in the Territory of the Former Yugoslavia since 1991, more commonly referred to as the International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia. Why in the world did he give himself up? I can’t figure it out. He was at the top of his game in Serbia, having founded the Serbian Radical Party in 1991 and been a member of the Serbian parliament. Maybe he was working too hard and thought he’d get a little rest at the silly court. The Hague is a particularly good city for lawyers because the primary judicial institutions of the United Nations are there, as well as the International Criminal Court and the International Court of Justice. So there’s a lot of hiring of lawyers at damned good salaries going on at The Hague. The ones at the International Criminal Tribunal for the Former Yugoslavia, in addition to their nice salaries, get to work at the monumental, peaceful and beautiful Northend Palace.
Maybe Mr. Seselj thought that with his brainy intelligence he could ridicule the International Criminal Tribunal for the Former Yugoslavia out of existence. If he did, I think he made a serious miscalculation. It’s true that when, in the early part of August 2003, the so-called criminal surrendered to the so-called court of justice, someone observing the nonsense from Mars would have doubled up in laughter. But it’s no laughing matter because Mr. Seselj has been stuck up there in Holland now for seven years. He can make fun of the court and its lawyers at The Hague all he likes, but he put himself in their hands and now he’s in their power and he’s lost a lot of his life. The good old days are far away for him. And the lawyers at the court who are working in a beautiful old palace and making a good living out of him and the other detainees are not about to give up their meal tickets.
There is some confusion about dusk and twilight. Some people say that the sun has set and so it is twilight. Others say that the sun has set and so it is dusk. Actually, twilight can be either morning or evening, for it is the light in the sky when the sun is below the horizon, either as the sun rises or as it sets. Dusk too is a period when twilight is at its darkest state, either in the morning, before light appears, or in the evening when the sky goes dark.
Bit by bit. Bit by bit, they are figuring out what to do with you, Vojislav Seselj. You can’ t get out with your bare hands or with your brain. Have you, I wonder, ever thought about oxygen blow torches and blasting yourself out of the International Criminal Tribunal for the Former Yugoslavia? Or a battering ram?