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Irl for a close up of her terror filled face. The cameraman saw in her rape great art; in his mind it was the perfect metaphor for Arkan's assault upon this nameless little extreme rape It will be great cinema, he thought as he filmed the rape; it will be a visual assault on the senses worthy of a scene from his favorite movie, Sergio Garone's masterpiece " Camp 5: a Hell for Women". As the second man rolled off the naked girl, the c.
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Tepping back, he opened the shot to include the stern figure of Arkan set against the smoke and flames pouring from the looted house behind him, showing him watching over the Moslem girl's rape like some ancient Serbian god of vengeance! He returned to the girl as the fourth and final man mounted her, rode her brutally, and then spent himself inside her, faithfully recording every move as he had so often done in the past. These men were his usual subjects, members of Arkan's private militia, the men Arkan called his Tigers. Officially they were the 11th Special Forces Brigade of the rump army of the Krajina Serb Republic. But the ":Special" in their title had nothing to do with any military skills. They were ethnic cleansers rather than combat soldiers. They "fought" the unarm.
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