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Coincidences One of the incredible number of co-incidences which happened to me on my second trip to Slovakia was this one: I'm in my little blue Czecho hire car, taking a last possible photograph of our great-grandmother's building - stolen time as I should already have been on the road back to Prague. I'm there because the previous evening when I was in Prejta I met people who told me where the house was and invited me in to their house and by the time I came out it was too dark to take a picture.. Desperately wanted to see inside the old barn which was the remaining structure, but there was no one around to ask. I’m taking photographs and just about to leave when an identical blue Czecho hire car comes up and parks exactly outside the house. At this particular point in time I am just putting my camera back in the boot. I haven’t got time to spare but I have to introduce myself to the man who emerges from the car. He’s Tibor, who tells me his grandfather lived there until three months ago. We talk a little and then he drives away. I walk round the block, only to find him again, by chance he comes out of his house. By chance I have decided to walk round to that street to see if I could see the rear of the house. Then I meet his mum and he gives me his email address, we can write. Other co-incidences: Another strange coincidence is one that happened in Bratislava two days before but which links with the day in Prejta: Lenka and I are in Bratislava. She is helping me to find a street called Grosslingova where my father’s parents lived, according to my documents. We are having some fun making a video. At one point we start to cross a road, I look up at the name of the street, the name seems familiar. I don’t mention it and then on second thought tell Lenka that it seems familiar - Jehenskevo. “That’s my street! The same name in Ilava.” She replies. That afternoon we drive to Ilava, to Lenka’s home. I meet her parents who have prepared lunch. Her father is going to take us to see her grannie (who knew my grandmother) in hospital the next day, but this evening we go to a pretty little alpine spa town where they have booked my accommodation. This is about fourteen miles away up in the woods via Prejta. We plan that the next day I will arrive at 9.00 in Ilava to pick up Lenka to go to the hospital before ten because her Dad has to go to a meeting then. He is a doctor at the hospital. I have a disastrous start. I’m a bit lonely but I’ve managed to recharge the video camera and work out how to set my phone alarm - (I forget though to reset clock time to hour difference). I leave in a panic, half a breakfast, half my belongings, not feeling well, hoping to remember the way - this is fine until I get to the actual streets of Ilava and I’m stumped. No idea! Address book left in room, no phone number. The only little ray of hope (lightbulb moment) is that having seen that street name the day before, I can remember it now and there is a corner shop. I know one word (the street name), I say it....... and they point me in the right direction!! That’s the amazing coincidence - that I should look at that name, vocalise it then need it. Timing seems to be the guiding principle of coincidence- there is a feeling that a higher knowledge of the outcome guides the actions leading up to the event, as if obstacles or facilities are put in front of one so that the time leading up to the event can be stretched or shortened according to the need to time the coincidence exactly. Is this a simple game to personas of the spirit world? Yesterday, I went to bed very early evening. I was aching and knackered. It was a good three hours afterwards that Tom came up, put the radio on which was loud, I woke up and by co-incidence there was a repeat of ‘Home Truths’ the moment of Ilsa story, who was evacuated as a child from Prague in 1938 and who talked about the name of a child and his family that my parents knew.- I have many incredible co-incidences, and quite meaningful ones. In a Slovakia town (Ilava) we entered a Registry office I had been corresponding with over the last two months, just to say Hello. (Not in the language) There was a great excitement because the lady registrar had at that moment the Hungarian registry book of births deaths and marriages open on her desk on the page of my grandmother's marriage in 1917. She was about to write to me in answer to my letter of enquiry about my grandmother. I had not actually planned to go to the registry office, but as we were passing I saw a sign post to it. I