THE AFTERNOON OF APRIL 17, Dr. Ilijaz Pilav, the skinny general practitioner whose father was ailing in his birth village of Gladovi?i, waited in vain at the empty health center for his replacement. With no patients to treat and no way to reach his girlfriend, Fatima, hed had little to do but wander outside and scan Srebrenica for activity. He caught sight of two men in military uniforms as they disappeared between houses across the street. He watched buses packed with nervous faces rumble out of town, and this at last forced a question: What am I still doing here? proscar order