Now, one day in a small town called Cacak in the North of Serbia, there was a tractor driver called Pavel.

Pavel owned a farm, but now he was facing ruin. He could not afford the petrol to run his tractor fuel prices were to high. Not just that, but food, gas - he and his family couldn't afford to live.

In despair, he sold what little he owned and with the proveeds he bought enough petrol to fill the tank of his tractor. Then he headed for Belgrade.

There was a mood of rebellion throughout Serbia, miners had been on strike and some were marching to Serbia to join a mass protest with students and other workers. The police were told to stop the miners at all costs, Milosevic knew that they would be the muscle if there was to be a riot. They set up armed road blocks, and piled rubble in front of tunnels, effectively keeping the miners away from the capital.

There was a standoff. It looked like Milosevic would win the day. They reckoned without Pavel and his tractor.

At one road block, Pavel saw the armed police and the powerless miners. He talked to the miners. There was a flurry of activity. Within and hour or two, the miners had welded a huge steel plate to the front of Pavels tractor. Pavel gunned the motor and headed for the road block.Behind him hundreds of miners shielded themselves from the cracking guns of the police, but the truth was that the police had no stomach to shoot their own countrymen and as Pavel shoved the road blocks aside, the miners, with little resistance, seized the weapons of the police. Some of the police even switched sides and joined the miners.

Rumour grew, there was a way into Belgrade, thousands of people flocked to follow Pavels humble tractor. When they came to a blocked tunnel, Pavel went to work again, clearing the rubble, while the miners with their picks and shovels hacked away at the blockade until it crumbled. With their numbers growing with each mile, every road block was simply overrun, and the defectors joined their swelling ranks.

Eventually they reached Belgrade. In despair Milosevic ordered the army to stop Pavels convoy, but the army refused, saying that this was a popular protest, they would remain neutral, it was up to the police to take any action.

Milosevic was defiant to the end, but the end came, thaks one last time to Pavel. Pavel at the head of thousands of cheering protestors, drove his tractor up the steps of the Parliament building and crashed into the heavy doors, but they held fast. Pavel was undaunted. He reversed, he urged his tractor forward again and it thumped into the stubborn wood.

This times the doors buckled with a groan...

One last time Pavel coaxed the mighty hearted tractor forward and this time those mighty doors caved in. With one mighty cheer, the protestors surged forward through the gaping hole, the revolution had won the day.

The rest is history.

One small man, on a small tractor, with the determination, the will and the support of the people of his country behind him, drove from his humble dwelling deep in the countryside and bought down the brutal government of Slobodan Milosevic.

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