On 13.12.2015, Mr. Mustafa Asan from Ohrid (born 1946) told us the following…
I was a driver at the Agricultural Cooperative “Gorica”. I drove a truck to and from the company. On a trip, I went anytime as needed: day or night.
Once, in 1978/1979, I was going to Belgrade. I started my trip at 1 am after midnight. About 1:30 am I was on the opposite side of the monastery “St. Erasmus “, along the old road. After the cafe bar “St. Erasmus” suddenly a wall of stones appeared across the road. I braked, braked and I barely stopped in front of the wall before I hit it.
I got off the truck. I stopped in front of it. Knowing where I am, I got on the truck’s hood. I’ve made a prayer which says, among other things, “Help me, Lord.” Not a minute after prayer, the wall was gone. I got into the truck. Next, I stopped to put fuel at the petrol station in Podmolje.
What are you pale? – The asked me at the gas station.
It’s nothing, I’m fine! – I told them and I continued my journey.
Similarly, as it happened to me, this incident happened at “St. Erasmus ” to Shefkija Umer earlier, when he was driving a truck to Struga.
