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45 Times Down the Same Street: Kočani Families Are Still Asking a Question No One Answers

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45 Times Down the Same Street: Kočani Families Are Still Asking a Question No One Answers

Forty-five times now, the parents from Kočani have walked the same street, with the same photographs in their hands and the same question no one answers. The 45th March for the Angels once again gathered the families of the 63 who died in the fire at the „Puls" nightclub - not to grieve quietly, but to demand truth and accountability.

The question they carried was simple and brutal: „Did everyone who had a duty carry it out conscientiously, professionally, and within their authority?" Behind that sentence sits a doubt that won't fade - that the tragedy was not just an accident, but the result of failures no one corrected for years.

Rozeta Đamova, sister of one of the victims, put it most sharply outside the police station: „With every duty come obligations. With every authority - responsibility. With every uniform - the expectation of professional conduct." She criticized the court proceedings that focus on the details of the timeline instead of the systemic failures, with the bitter remark that the impression being created is that „the greatest tragedy was not that 63 people never came home, but that the clock wasn't accurate."

Aleksandar Naunov, head of the „16 March 2025 Kočani" association, raised the question that hurts most: how is it possible for systemic irregularities to persist for years while no one reacts until it's too late? The march's message was worded to last: „So that the truth doesn't go silent and justice doesn't end without a conclusion - we don't forget." And that's the heart of it all. The institutions are hoping the grief will wear out, that the marches will thin, that the public will forget. But 45 marches in, the families are still walking. The question isn't whether they'll tire - it's whether the state will have the courage to answer before the fiftieth march passes, and the hundredth, without a single real culprit behind bars.