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I, believe me, have seen the wonders. Many times people who were brought on stretchers left the place on their own feet, happy and contented. One day at the end of November a woman with a seven-year-old son came here. I’ve noticed that it was hard for her and came up to her. She told me that her son could not go to school because of a lack of communication. I did not know what it was and then she offered to ask her son something.

      I asked him: “What’s your name?” And he only said: “ah-ah, what’s your name…” And so on any given question – he answers: ah-ah-ah and repeats the question… I did not know what to say to this and how to console a poor woman. I began to tell her about people who came here to me from all directions and how many miracles they saw when they left happy and contented, and in fact medicine did not give a single percentage that they would be cured of their diseases. From these words the woman’s eyes shone. She asked for the phone number of the taxi order to get to Miki. The time of the ordered session was approaching. At that moment I decided to drive her and see what this crank could do in this case. I suggested and she agreed.

      In the car, a woman told me that Military Medical Academy in Belgrade made an analysis with the help of electromagnetic resonance and found an unused nerve center on the cerebral cortex of her son. I thought then: “Oh, my dear, maybe you have come here in vain. No one in the world can help your child.”

      We reached Miki and he, having completed the patient’s reception, met us. He looked at me, at the woman, approached the boy and hugged him softly. He probed the body and stopped his hands on his head. I saw how he moved them along it. Sweat rolled down his face. A few minutes later he released the child, stroking his hair gently and turned to his mother.

      “Listen, – it sounded indescribably quiet as well as all the next words he said, – wherever I went through your son’s body the energy, that God gave him, passes without any problems. Then the woman wanted to say something and I thought that this man does not understand anything…Miki waved his hand slightly and the words seemed to petrify her lips. All the functions of his body are in order. There is only something on his head. There is one center on the cerebral cortex that does not transmit the commands from the small brain to large.”

      At that moment, a breath was heard from the woman’s chest as if someone had thrown a huge weight on a blacksmith’s furs. I was taken aback. Did I hear correctly? This man showed that his fingers are achieving what modern medicine has achieved with the help of electromagnetic resonance.

      “Buddy, I’m not angry, but you were twice a source of negative energy for this child,” he said quietly to me.

      I blushed and was ready to fall through the ground, but he again turned to the woman and continued the conversation with her.

      “Madam, come to me tomorrow to twelve and in the morning go to the church service, there is the monastery Zhicha here.”

      “Tell me… – she began her question, but he stopped her.

      “Mistress, please remember and thou. Speak freely, as if we have known each other for thousands of years, like old friends.”

      “And the same he also said to me. I was just taken aback, – Marco put in.

      “I just do not know if I can, but I still want to try! – The owner of the hotel continued his story. – Mrs., the recovery of your child depends on this in many respects.”

      His voice sounded so pleading, as if depended on her decision he by himself needed the cure, but her child.

      “Yes. Yes. Yes. Really, I want to do everything for his health, but I’m afraid to make a mistake, because this condition is achieved by years of work” – she began to explain stammering.

      “Try it!” – Answered Miki and went to meet the next patient.

      “You did not answer whether there was a chance of recovery?” – She turned to him when he was already at the door.

      “Everything is in God’s hands and everything will be as He says. I can only tell you – the brain is the most wonderful machine that can develop to unprecedented borders and opportunities, but until tomorrow I can not tell you anything more.”

      And I must say that this woman did everything as he told her. I know that she brought her son to him for several months. Always, when he had a lot of people, she stayed overnight at my hotel and we could talk about his wonderful treatment. In the end, a little more than a year later, her son was not only recorded at school, but also, he became one of the best students. So, dear guests, and believe me, it does not take a day that someone enters my hotel and goes to him for a massage.”

      The telephone rang, he answered and, waving to us, went away and we again were left alone.

      “I just do not know what to say…!” – said Zoran mistrustfully. It is as if people know what we are thinking about and what we are looking for and tell us about interesting history on this topic.”

      “Old people say: there is no smoke without fire,” – Tanya an swered him.

      “Yes, Tanya, you’re right, but look at the truth… It’s just unrealistic at the moment!”

      “Is it really possible to be so indescribably stubborn?” – Tanya asked angrily.

      “Come on, I beg of you! Good God, Marco, why did you not take someone more intelligent, but anyone who believes in any primitive tales?” – Zoran asked in an irritated tone.

      “Indeed, if you continue in such a way I’ll call the director” – threatened Marco. – Really, even here, in a cafe, where all of us can be heard, we will show our lack of culture. Let’s go easy, everyone to his room. We will see what tomorrow will bring us.”

      “To be honest, I’m looking forward for tomorrow to meet this crank!” – Said Zoran, slightly offended by Marco’s words, because he counted on his support.

      Everyone went to bed, each with his own thoughts.

      Near the monastery Zhicha[4] next to Kraljevo, the magnificent hotel “Gerdan” is located. Probably because of clean air and fatigue from a tedious journey we slept soundly, like lambs. We were awakened by the kind staff of the hotel. Morning coffee with breakfast completely renewed our strength. Cheerful, as if there had been no quarrel between us last night, we were calmly planning to go to the Zhicha monastery. A little walk and then we’ll go to the ordered session. The owner of the hotel explained the easiest way to find Micki and we went. The beauty of the monastery can not be described in words. It is necessary to feel, absorb this spirituality and realize the centuries that this relic radiates.

      Then we went to Miki. Navigation does not help here. Streets, that are not entered on any map yet, can be found only if someone is asked about them. Many times we stopped passers – by and finally we reached our destination. The house is old and near the house there is a stream. The ground floor is built of bricks and the upper one is made of wood. It reminds us of the old times when people lived at God’s discretion, without doctors and pills. Meadows and a beautiful forest were the decoration of this ancient house. On the other side, there are sheds and another wooden structure. The previous owners kept cattle in it. Everything exudes the fragrance of the past. From the bridge to this wooden house a concrete path is made, which is decorated with various colors on both sides. Later we learned that the construction of this concrete path was helped by the friend of Sarah, who lives and works in Switzerland. She came here for a massage. The path reached a small terrace. On the terrace there is a bench, a table and a bed.

      “Good afternoon” – we greeted the man who was sitting on it.

      “God gives you health,” – he replied.

      “Do you also expect a massage from Mr. Miki?” – Tanya asked.

      “No, daughter, I have already finished. I decided to sit down here, smoke a cigarette and wait until he massages my wife.”

      “Tell me, did you like how Mr. Miki massages?” – Tanya continued the conversation.

      “Listen, daughter, you can contact me as you want. As to Miki, I can say that he does not like

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