The elderly couple came back the next day, having learned of the explosion, and realizing their misdirection. A boiler exploded, setting fire to the building and killing 58 people, all but three from the stampede to escape. Within thirty minutes he saw smoke rising from behind a line of shops, just where the main post office stood. Instead of sending them to the main postal branch which was just one block away, he sent them to one of the auxiliary branches six blocks away. As my dad was about to tell them he had a sudden, wrenching foreboding. This old British couple approached him in the main square and asked him not for spiritual guidance, but the more practical kind, the location of the nearest post office so they could mail some postcards.
He used to tell me about his single greatest act of clairvoyance. My dad used to make 200,000 Leus a day in his summers off from school in Bucharest. I am descended from a very long line of wandering fortune telling gypsies.
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