Baba Vanga concentrated and answered: “I can see a fresh grave. Someone was buried 15 days ago.”
“This is the grave of my younger son. He died two weeks ago”, the old woman said, “I am asking about my other son, the older one…”
“I can see another grave”,Baba Vanga continued. The woman went pale. ” But it is a very old one” and she pointed out the exact years. “This is my husband’s grave” the woman recovered her composure. “Tell me about my son, the older one, he…”
“Aah! Here he is!” Baba Vanga cried out. “I can see him, he’s alive, he is walking in a grey suit”. The woman threw herself at Baba Vanga’s feet and started kissing her hands, crying with happiness.
“Only he’s not in Western Berlin, but in another city – M… M.. Munich. And he’s not alone, there is a woman and a child with him.” The old woman was already crying with happiness at her feet.
A military man from Dimitrovgrad came in. He was bringing a sugar cube from his wife who wasn’t well. Baba Vanga touched the sugar and shouted: “Your wife is not sick, she is stubborn and very nervous! You are sick. Go to a doctor to check your kidneys, because you are not well. And your wife should go on a vacation.”
A young man asked her if he should undergo an operation, as the doctor advised him. “Yes”, Baba Vanga answered, “but your problem is not where your doctor thinks it is. Years ago you fell from a motorcycle, didn’t you. You injured a spine vertebra. It healed, but the pain now is coming from the same place. Tell your doctor to pay attention to your spine”.
