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Coincidence, or the Hand of Fate?

Posted by Exile on November 20, 2007

I celebrated my birthday this weekend. My wife, bless her, decided that we should go to Prague to celebrate in style. A lovely old city, she has never been there and as an added bonus, my birthday coincides with the anniversary of the democratic revolution that led to the free Czech Republic that we know today.  The whole city was out celebrating.

My birthday is also my brother’s birthday. No, we are not twins. I was born on his fourth birthday. We have a common date on the calendar. A rare accident of birth. I have not seen him in seven years.

A week before we left, my wife scrapped her old car. Father in law had decided to buy a new car, so she could have his old one. We were to make the necessary trip to the vehicle licensing office and fix all the paperwork. Also, a week before we left, my long lost brother rang me, to say he was back from Spain, now in England, and how was I? We talked for a while, I wished him happy birthday and explained that we were going to Prague for the weekend to celebrate. It was good to hear from him. Contact is rare as he lives, shall we say, a bohemian life, hanging his hat where he pleases and working wherever he can to get by.

The day before we left, the paperwork necessary to complete the change of ownership on my wife’s car arrived in the post. I rushed off to the vehicle office and finally made the change official. We packed our cases and began to look forward to a weekend in Prague.
Just before we left,  on the morning of our departure, my wife said she would ring her father and let him know about the car. An afterthought.  Picking up the phone, she said that someone had left a message on the auto answer machine.  It was my brother. The message said, “I’ll be in the middle of Wenceslas Square, in Prague, at ten thirty on saturday morning. Meet me.” Which is a bit of a chance to take, as the answering machine is at the providers and not a free standing answering machine coupled to our telephone. Had my wife not decided to ring her father, we would never have known.

I met him on cue. We all had a great weekend.

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