Bricked Up

Shortly after I had moved to Belgrade in Serbia, I heard an incredible family story. It recounted how my wife’s grandfather Branko and his brother Pera had hidden their car, a 1936 Studebaker, from both the fascist Nazis and the communist Partisans by concealing it in a garage, which they then bricked up behind a false wall.

Imagining the rasping sound of the trowel against the mounting red brick, I was instantly struck by the allegorical connotations of this anecdote. I felt like an archaeologist who had just stumbled upon a beautifully preserved artefact, and in my excitement, I knew that there was more to this story lying beneath my feet, just waiting to be excavated.

Branko with the Studebacker.

Branko with the Studebacker. The garage in which it was hid is visible in the background.

Before the outbreak of war in Yugoslavia in the spring of 1941, Branko and his brother Pera enjoyed the bourgeois life that being a member of the prosperous family entitled them to. Their father owned a conglomerate of businesses linked to the real estate trade, and in the booming interwar years when Belgrade became the capital of the Kingdom of Yugoslavia, business was good. It was so good in fact that Branko and Pera, both of whom worked for their father, were able to buy one of the rare privately owned cars in the city — a 1936 Studebaker.

Young men about town, Branko and Pera would wait for their strict and conservative father to fall asleep before pushing the car — engine off — down the street; once they knew to be well out of his earshot, they’d rev the engine to life and drive downtown to the thrills of urban life. This car came to be a symbol of their youthful freedoms in a world that was smiling at them, yet these good times were not to last.

After a coup d’état against the Yugoslav Regent frustrated Hitler’s plans in the Balkans, he vengefully ordered for the destruction of Yugoslavia. Branko and Pera got their mobilisation orders from the Royal Yugoslav Army and were sent several hundred kilometres away in an attempt to protect the borders against the imminent onslaught.

Neither they, nor the rest of the Yugoslav Army, ever stood a chance; the Yugoslav unconditional surrender was signed on the 17th of April 1941. Like thousands of others in their predicament, Branko and Pera had to make the perilous way back home by foot and mostly at night to avoid being captured by the occupying German forces.

By the time they made it back to Belgrade sometime in the summer of ‘41, they found a city gutted by a devastating Luftwaffe bombing campaign. At home, they found that the family’s various businesses were shut down. No-one wanted to work for the occupiers.

Bombed Belgrade

A bombed out building in Belgrade in 1941.

Very quickly, the German military command brought the efficiency of its administration to bear on all aspects of occupied life. Two months after the invasion for example, in his capacity as Military Governor of Serbia, General Ludwig von Schröder issued an order that all tyres of private vehicles be turned over to the military administration.

It is here that family stories take precedence over the hard facts of the historical documents, yet it seems that Branko and Pera took the tyres off of the Studebaker and, in a small act of rebellion, hid them. What is certain is that shortly thereafter, the military administration informed Branko that:

“Your vehicle, newly registered under the number I–941, brand Studebaker, motor number B–13313, is hereby confiscated. You are not allowed to remove the vehicle from its current position. Any further use, sale or removal of the vehicle, partly or completely, as well as the removal of equipment or spare parts is forbidden under punishment. You will receive information concerning the use of the vehicle soon. If you should not follow this order immediately, the vehicle will be commandeered by the German Armed Forces without compensation.”

First Nazi letter.

First Nazi letter.

By this stage, Yugoslavia was in the throes of a brutal three-way war between the fascist Nazis, the communist Partisans and royalist Chetniks. Spurred on by their own ideologies and thirst for power, the fighting was characterised by varying degrees of changing and, at times, contradictory, alliances.

In the fall of 1943, this quagmire slowly began to turn against the Nazis. Not only had their Italian allies capitulated, the Germans had failed in every major offensive to wipe the Partisans out. Impressed by the Partisan’s doggedness, the Allies used this pretext to overtly support them to the detriment of the Chetniks as the sole resistance movement. A bloody civil war between the communist Partisans and the royalist Chetniks ensued.

Perhaps as a result of the German military’s growing impatience towards the situation, the military administration hardened its rhetoric towards the Serbian population. Branko was again issued with an order to hand over any car tyres in his possession, and this time words were not minced:

“If you are caught while being still in possession of vehicle tyres, regardless of being new, used or unusable, after the delivery period, you will be prosecuted by §8 of the protection order of the Commanding Generals and the Military Governor of Serbia because of economical sabotage.”

As Branko and Pera’s pre-war life disappeared further from view in this thickening fog of war, they decided to hide as many traces of it as they could. They hid the Studebaker in a garage, and bricked it up.

A year passed in this fashion until a combined push by Soviet and Partisan forces retook Belgrade in October of 1944. Smelling a final victory, the ranks of the Partisans had by now swelled to 800,000 men and women from all over Yugoslavia, each adorning the five-pointed red star on their down-trodden caps.

Partizans in Belgrade

Partizans in Belgrade

In spite of himself, Branko too became one of them—he was mobilised yet again, this time as a truck driver, and ordered to give chase to the Nazis and their collaborators on their final retreat towards Austria.

Once the war came to an end in May of 1945, Branko was demobilised and returned home once again; this time to a new social order with new communist masters. In his newly liberated city, he took the Studebaker out from its hiding place and refitted it with its tyres.

Almost instantly, Ivo M., an old friend of his, who had since become an agent of the secret police, commandeered it ‘for the purposes of the state’. And just like that, the symbol of Branko’s pre-war life, his beloved Studebaker, was gone.

In the first years of the new Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, he repeatedly tried to get it back. He wrote to various state institutions asking for information about its possible return but in the process found out that he had been labelled as a person of ‘non-desirable characteristics’. Due to his bourgeois past, he simply didn’t fit in to the new narrative of the communist state and was therefore ignored. He became a non-person in his own country.

Reply from the communist authorities

Reply from the communist authorities

As I read the words the communist authorities used to tell Branko of his fate, I can’t help but notice that as a sign-off, they added the motto they had used during the war.

 “Smrt fasismu – sloboda narodu!”

Death to fascism, freedom to the people!


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