His body, with an almost crushed skull, was found in a villa in Madrid, where the villain fled after the Second World War. The question of who killed him was not fully clarified, because the man, when it was claimed that he avenged countless victims, Ilija Stanić, changed his statement several times.
What is known about Stanic himself is that he was the son of an Ustasha, Vinko Stanic, but also an agent of the Yugoslav UDBA. By the way, he was also the godson of Maks Luburić. His father was a “crusader” – which is the name for the Ustashas who remained in Croatia after the collapse of the Independent State of Croatia and fought against the new authorities. Vinko Stanic was caught and arrested, but he died in prison. Vinko was Luburić’s comrade-in-arms from the first day, he served under his command and Luburić baptized his son Ilija, who was born in 1942.
Ilija took refuge in Madrid, where he worked for two years with his godfather Vjekoslav Maks Luburić. Immediately after Luburic’s death, he returned to Yugoslavia, where the leaders of the service “debriefed” him – they questioned him about all the circumstances of Luburic’s death and his activities before that.
By the way, Ilija was problematic from an early age, he was prone to theft, he moved from relative to relative and wherever he appeared, he would come into conflict with the law. In the end, as a suitable staff, he was offered an “amnesty” on the condition that he work for the Yugoslav intelligence service – UDBU, since he had the appropriate – Ustasha, pedigree. Stanic also received a code name: Mungos. However, Ilija allegedly hated the Ustasha emigration, because he considered them responsible for the death of his father, because some of the later prominent Croatian emigrants betrayed him to the Yugoslav authorities.
– As the days went by, Max’s trust in me grew. I’ve been in his house for three months. He gave me a room downstairs. The general was personally very nervous in those days. He quarreled with his wife, so she left him. I say to myself: Great! – Ilija Stanić once said.
UDBA agent Mungos waited patiently, waiting for the right time to implement the liquidation plan.
– I was waiting for my moment. I went to safety. I knew that no one could be so close to Max, nor could anyone come as close to him as I could. I cooked for him, tidied up the house, drove him outside, received and looked after the guests. So I waited. It is better to go to safety, slowly, than to apply it again. And I waited. On April 16, 1969, in Valencia, a postman brought me a letter in the name of Stanko Ilić. Udba writes to me that he is sending me a courier to Spain especially for me. He brought me powder for Max. He also gave me two hundred-dollar bills. He told me to wait for someone from BiH or Croatia to come to my aid. I told him I didn’t need anyone. I won’t wait. I knew my moment. I have already rounded off the twentieth of April in the calendar – Ilija Stanić once said.
The UDBA agent told the following about the act of murder.
“Ten-twenty-five.” His son Tonči Luburić brought the newspaper and went to church. Max asks me to make him coffee. Coffee ready in three minutes. The powder I got was bad. It melted in the bag I was holding behind my belt. I had to rub my finger on the cup. I washed my hands five times. I take the hammer, which I brought from the room, put it on my belt and take the coffee to the general. Twenty-five to eleven. Max is drinking coffee. I’m holding a hammer in my pants. He drinks. Nothing. Drink everything and nothing. I take the cup to the kitchen. I take out a hammer and put it on the sink. I wanted to go to the barbell room. Fuck the powder! Barbell is the best medicine, as for Hrvoje Ursa in Frankfurt. At ten to eleven, Max calls me: “Elijah, I’m sick! I see blackened like earth. He gets up and vomits. I take him to the kitchen at the tap. He vomits in the sink, and I splash water on his face with my hand. In an instant, I take the hammer and hit him on the forehead: “Dumb!” Max fell like a candle. I thought he wouldn’t get up anymore. When he looked at me like a beast. I swing the hammer again, and he raises his hands to protect himself. I shout: “Fuck your mother, Ustasha. This is how you killed children in Jasenovac! You see what awaits you! A hammer hits him through the fingers in the forehead. The skull is cracking. I pull the hammer out of my head and turn around. I go to the door to see if I’ve locked them well. When I get back to the kitchen, Max gets up and gasps like an animal. One hundred pounds in it. I take that barbell and light it on my forehead. The head bursts like a watermelon. Blood is scattered around the kitchen. Max slammed down as if he had fallen from a hundred feet. I snap it one more time. He calms down. I wrap it in a blanket. Max made it harder, I barely dragged him under the ottoman. I packed it nicely so that they wouldn’t find it quickly – the murderer of Vjekoslav Maks Luburić described this event.
Max Luburic’s body was found by his son on the morning of April 21, 1969. Luburic was buried in Madrid. His funeral was attended by hundreds of Croatian nationalists in Ustasha uniforms, who chanted Ustasha slogans and uttered fascist greetings.
In an interview with the Croatian weekly Globus in July 2009, Stanic changed his story, claiming that Luburic was killed by two HOP members. Indignant at the disparaging comment that Luburić allegedly gave about Stanić’s father and his post-war guerrilla activities, Stanić claims that he looked for two men, who convinced him that they only wanted to carry out the beating. On the day Luburic was killed, Stanic claimed that he allowed the men to enter Luburic’s home, and the two of them killed Luburic with one blow to the head with a heavy metal bar. In 2012, Stanic changed his story once again, this time accusing two other people of killing Luburic.
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