As a military driver in the former Yugoslavia, I was trained to expect the unexpected. But one spring day, high above the Adriatic Sea on the Dalmatian coast, something happened that still gives me chills.

A narrow mountain road. A hundred-meter drop on one side. No guardrails.
I was behind the wheel. An officer sat beside me. The sea shimmered below like a painting. The road was dry. Clear. Peaceful.

And then… something impossible happened.

The kind of moment where you stop believing in logic and start questioning reality.

👽 If Mulder and Scully had been in Yugoslavia that day, I swear they’d have opened a case file.

🔍 Want to know what really happened?

Read the full story in my memoir:
The Diary of Parallel Serendipity: A Love Story Beyond Imagination
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