Milivoje Arsenijevic, chief pilot of the Yugoslav airlines, eyed the horizon, paced the pavement of Zurich's Kloten Airport, barked pointless orders to his ground crew and lived a lifetime for every minute that passed. Three years of patient planning and dreaming were at stake. The margin of error permitted one hour, the maximum time Pilot Arsenijevic could delay his plane's flight back to Belgrade.
Pilot Arsenijevic didn't want to go back. People with jobs like his, which put them in frequent touch with the West, are constantly under suspicion and scrutiny behind Marshal Tito's private iron curtain. The sight of Belgrade's big...
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