Former political prisoner: These are Albanians who arrested and tortured me in Serbia's time

Former political activist and prisoner Hakki Morina on Facebook has published a writing that reveals some of his memories from 1982 when he was imprisoned by the Serbian regime.

Morina, in this scripture, also mentions some of the Albanians, then part of the Serbian police, who had participated in his police persecution and torture against him.

He even mentions Gani Hajdari as one of the people he questioned, Morina, who he says is now one of the Kosovo Police leaders with the Colonel rank, writes Periscope.

Morina, in his writing, mentions other Albanians who have arrested and tortured Albanians for their actions against Milosevic's system.

We publish Morina's scripture below without editorial interference:

Heret, on the morning of that gloomy day, on April 3, 1982, some Albanian policemen came to my house to pick me up. After I lied, there's a lot of cops and we're not surrounded, I tried to hide myself. Dad went out and told them I'm at my uncle's, but they answered that the other group of cops, right then, is checking on my uncle's house and that I wasn't there.
This time, I was sent directly to Peja, some policemen who insulted my mother all the way...!
Do your duty, and don't mess with my mother, because she's not guilty, I told you. One of them reacted harshly, saying:
- Your mother was guilty of bearing a son like you.
I was chained, but even if I wanted to, I couldn't react in any way!
In Pec during the surrender, a Zeshka UDB, with my eyes like a mouse, told me:
Are you Hakki Morina?
- Yes, I did!
Well, he said, "I've been told a lot about you." Gashi, and he looked at me for a long time, but neither did I.
He ordered me to go to jail, but they were all busy! They brought me down, looking for rooms, but they were all loaded because of multiple arrests, and finally they had to put me in a room, even though there was no bed free, with 6 to 7 other prisoners, all of them political prisoners, except a very young man named Isa, who was convicted of theft! I remember it was Sali Lukaj, Wykan Nikci, Skender Buffia, Miftar Bogiqi! Others remember me no more, except for some who came later, like singer Muhammad Avdia, etc. The first three days, I was interrogated! I remember that with my fellow inmates we discussed book reading work, and when I told you, that I read about 700,800 books, they looked at me suspiciously, as a person who lied I have the main formula for communication. So they kind of distanced themselves with me, or at least didn't pay much attention to me. But this attitude, I change in a few days! I couldn't speak to myself either, because I knew what was waiting for me in my investigative office. Miftar Bogiqi knew me because he was the secretary of the school and associate of our high school activity, but he showed up to know me. That's why I had to show up like I didn't know him.
After three days, hell of torture began. The first night, about six o'clock in the evening, I was interrogated by nine inspectors. UDB's. I barely counted them. I don't remember anyone by name. I know that in the beginning, Geladin Beqiri was sitting face to face, Gani Hajdari (there was one of the Kosovo Police leaders, with the colonel's rank) at the chair beside me, and the others stood. Jessa started first, saying:
Now, come on, tell me, since you've started until now what have you done?
Unless you wanna lie, because I don't have anything to talk about, I answered immediately. Well, then start with the other ones.
Then I said, "Hidar Dushi and I, from Gjakova, did everything that happened.
I immediately suffered from Gunny Hajdari, who fucked me,
Say again, Hajdar Dushi!
After that, they moved me into another room, into total darkness. Most wore rubber sticks in their hands, some wearing a pair of sticks of size that I had never seen. They looked like black, closed umbrellas. Since two of them were Serbian, one was the substitute for Xhelah, and the other was a worker, I felt that one was named Zhelko and the other Angjelko. Among them, there was also Ajet Gashi, but they told me that this is not Ajjet, but it just looks like him.
First, Xhela asked me to grab one of her tentlike sticks. I tried to catch her, more out of curiosity than she was. As soon as I caught him, he threw his hand at me, hitting me against the wall. It was a belt stick. After that, the blows started with a regular rubber stick, but I once lost my hand that I could handle, and after that the blows began wherever they could. Xhela left (certainly to question others). Vinny asked his colleagues if I've spoken anything yet. At one point, a nervous young man who had yet to speak offended all his colleagues and told them to spread me right away. I was held by three or four people because I refused to lie down. And he began with all his might upon his feet. At the same time, they wouldn't stop, touching my body with those power sticks. After they lifted me up, they tried to get me in the stick of the current between my legs, but for fear of any effect, I would cross their feet with all my might and break their two sticks.
Are you bringing us any economic damage? One of them said, hitting me.
Great pain swept through my whole body and lost consciousness. I used to see it as a solution to try and pretend like I went crazy and simulated the crazy man. They did some evidence whether I was acting or not, but they weren't safe, for example. I was told to walk straight through the hallway and stop at the last office. Behind the last office was a big glass. If you're right, you fall from third floor to earth. I stopped in the last office and I kept wandering straight through the glass! Little by the last step, I heard the scream back: UAL! That made them believe me somehow. It was three o'clock in the morning, when they called „the commanddir“to come and take me back to my prison room. After I couldn't walk, three more policemen helped me and sent me to my room for a change of hands. Others were asleep, but they woke up and helped me by putting my hands and feet in a tub filled with water to soften the terrible pain. So he continued with questions and torture almost every three days. I remember that one of the prisoners, Skender Buffia, would wait for me to sleep until I was returned, and the return usually occurred about two or three o'clock in the night. Since I could not eat bread with my own hands, they often helped me to feed.
At one time my health began to deteriorate greatly, and I urgently needed medical help.
Seeing this situation, eighteen - year - old prisoner Isa (who was convicted of theft), at great risk (because it was very difficult to communicate from room to room), launched a hunger strike for the entire prison! The strike lasted two days. After two days, I was not taken to the hospital, but they brought the medical team into the room, removing all other prisoners. Mí did medical formalities and gave me needle injections as well as other drugs that helped me up.
Visits were forbidden, but every fifteen days, the family had the right to produce a package. Pakon was to be filled with our dirty clothes so that we could be brought in after two clean weeks. Out of carelessness, one of the prisoners had put my bloody clothes in the package for return. Fortunately, the family of another prisoner, during his admission, had ignored these garments and, out of fear, his mother saw them, pulled them out of my package, and placed them in their package.
This situation lasted until October 27, 1982, when I was again released.