Story told by Snezhana Hristova from Varna
I met Baba Vanga few times, but the most memorable one remains our first meeting which I will never forget.
It was 1973 when I came to Petrich. I didn’t know for how long will I wait, but for my luck Baba Vanga just got back from church and announced that she will accept more people.
Before me there was a family from Yugoslavia – man and woman, that were very worried. When they entered the house, I was just few steps from the door, so was able to hear the whole conversation that I still remember word by word as it was out of this world.
Baba Vanga accepted the family with the words:
– You buried your son recently – you were urging yourself to come to me for quite some time, and always couldn’t make the decision. You son is already here with us.
Suddenly, Baba Vanga’s voice changed significantly and she said:
– Mother, father – I was waiting for you for a long time. You thought that I was killed because you found me dead at home with a wound on my head – this is not true. When I came back from the barracks, you were not home. This same night, I had a couple of drinks with my friends, and came back home late at night. At night, I was very thirsty and got up to drink some water. I lost balance and fell down hitting my head on the corner of the stove. I lost conscious for a while. Then I tried to open the water tap, but unfortunately I opened the gas valve – this is how I left this world.
