Story by R. B. from Sofia
Always when I remember about Baba Vanga, my heart feels so much respect and love for this woman. She wasn’t only a prophetess, she was a woman with big heart that had all good virtues that people can have.
Me and my husband lived a fairly normal life for over 20 years. He wasn’t a bad man, in comparison to many other generals from the military back at the days. He was fairly intelligent and educated. All of his good characteristics faded away in front of his weakness to over consume alcohol.
In one sunny day in the Spring of 1987, when I was not in Bulgaria, without any notices or warnings, using my absence, my husband left my family. When I got back home, I was startled – all wardrobes were empty – he took our all of his stuff. The sad culmination for me came when shortly after my husband left me, my father passed away unexpectedly. Months before him, my mother died. So I buried my dearest people alone – I had no siblings.
For days, I wasn’t with my mind. Medications didn’t help, and all my friends were helpless in trying to comfort me. They advised me to visit one of those military spa sanatoriums. I left my daughter alone, and went to the sanatorium.
Every day, at 10 am I gathered with the personnel to drink coffee. They were all shocked that my husband left me like that, so disrespectfully as they knew very well our family status of good understanding. One of the doctors recommended me to go and visit Baba Vanga – she had a friend that can arrange me the visit with her. I didn’t hesitate at all – what could I lose.
