Walking into the madness
In this whole period, I was following the crowd around. Filming them while they were storming the cabinets of the MPs.
I am going to kill them," I heard some protester shouting. But I thought, "just another empty threat."
At one point, I decided to see what was happening in the press room, since there was a big crowd. Once I entered there, I witnessed real chaos.
Protesters were throwing chairs and camera tripods at the MPs.
As I was recording them, an elderly person approached me and shouted, "Stop recording!" whilst trying to grab my phone. Before I even managed to walk away, another four people approached. One of them saw my press card, on which was printed Meta News Agency, and punched me whilst shouting, "Traitor!"
Before I even became aware, all five of them started hitting me with fists, whilst trying to take the phone out of my hands. I was numb, paralysed. I could not walk away.
Those seconds felt like minutes. And the next thing I remember was me lying on the ground. Me, down on the floor, and above me those guys constantly kicking me.
I don’t know how long that lasted, but in that chaos, which seemed like an eternity to me, I heard a voice. A guy came by and started yelling: "Let him go, he is my colleague and he is an OK guy!"
Whilst he was pulling me out of there, the protesters continued hitting me. Then another guy approached us, hiding my bloody face with a towel, and helped me to get out of the parliament.
I would like to thank those two brave men who helped me. If it wasn’t for them, I don’t know if I would have gotten out alive. "Luckily" I ended up just with a concussion, but no broken nose or bones. I did not notice that they managed to steal my phone.
Even from today's perspective, more than a month later, I can't believe what has happened. I mean, it's not something that you see every day. So much anger and hate and desire to kill someone just because they have different political views from you – it's not normal. It should not be normal.
It was a scary experience that probably will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Reflections on the Macedonian media landscape
Working as a journalist in Macedonia (*) has never been easy. The situation is very bad. There is enormous pressure on media workers. Also, the polarisation in the journalistic circles is huge.
Just to paint a picture for you: I heard that some colleges who are working for pro-governmental media said I deserve what has happened to me. Can you imagine how immense the polarization is in Macedonian society, and among media workers, when someone can say something like that?