My father promised to take us to Bitola to visit my grandparents the coming Sunday.

We hopped
into the brand new car and soon we were heading out of Kavadarci towards Bitola. My mother
sat in the front passenger seat while I sat behind with my younger brother.

The journey had taken about two hours. My grandparents greeted us happily. We had a very
good family time there.

On our way back my father decided to pay a visit to an old friend who was living in the nearby
villages. Unfortunately, he did not pay attention to the amount of petrol that the car had and we
ended up on a rural road with no gas station nearby.

We were all furious, especially my mother. Luckily, my father had the number of his friend,
called him and explained the situation.

My father’s friend became our savior. He came in half an hour and dragged us to the nearby
station.