Article 2: Partial transcript of the interrogation of Besnik Angres, shepherd, by Private Ivanov [Translated]

March 29th, 1970

[Private Ivanov]: You said you were herding your sheep with your dog. What happened then?

[Besnik Angres]: I told you, I had my dog, Fíku, with me. He was a little old, deaf in one ear too, but he was alright.

[P.I.]: Was?

[B.A.]: I’m getting to that.

[P.I.]: What happened to him?

[B.A.]: I’m getting to that! (sigh) I led the sheep into a clearing, it was over in the forest a little bit west of here. There’s not a lot of wolves or whatever over there. All of a sudden, Fíku gets this look, like when someone’s about to give him a treat, and he just heads off. He just heads off. I try to call him back, but he just kept going. It gave me a chill. Maybe a hundred, hundred fifty meters it was. Straight line. No sniffing around or nothing. There’s this cave and he walks right in. No hesitation. And he used to be really jumpy, he’d never sit still. I step into the cave and...my god. The smell. Like rotting meat, and burning plastic, and bad yogurt, and...sulfur? I don’t know.

[P.I.]: What did you see?

[B.A.]: Bitch, it was a cave. It was dark. Whoa whoa whoa, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me!

[P.I.]: What did you see?

[B.A.]: Alright, alright, calm down. I couldn’t see anything, so I took my lighter so I had a little light. It wasn’t much. I heard Fíku up ahead, his nails clicking on the stone floor. But then I didn’t hear him anymore. The smell somehow got worse, if that was possible. Then I guess I must have lost my footing and fell into...something. I don’t know what it was, I dropped my lighter when I fell. It must’ve been whatever was making that smell, because suddenly it was overpowering and I felt wet all over. I guess I must’ve passed out from the smell or from hitting my head, because the next thing I know I wake up in a cell here.

[P.I.]: What else do you remember?

[B.A.]: Nothing! I’ve told you all I know!

[P.I.]: Does the word ‘predator’ mean anything to you?

[B.A.]: What?

[P.I.]: Predator.

[B.A.]: N-no...I don’t know what you’re talking about. But...

[P.I.]: Your nose is bleeding.

[B.A.]: Oh. you’re right. That’s…

[P.I.]: Get up.

[P.I.]: I said, get up!

[P.I.]: Get the fuck up, you filthy gypsy sheepfucker!