The farmer was hit by a bullet in the shoulder. The weight of falling bodies all around him pulled him into the stream. The only way he could stay alive was to pretend to be dead. From a camp in Albania. he said. my daughter tells me. "Father. sleep. Why dont you sleep?" But I cant. All those dead bodies on top of mine. Another refugee told of trying to return to his village in Kosovos capital. Pristina. "On my way." he said. "I met one of my relatives. He told me not to go back because there were snipers on the balconies.