Podcasts about Berghof

In dieser Radioreise präsentiert Ihnen Alexander Tauscher das Bergerlebnis Berchtesgaden und nimmt sich dabei eine sagenhafte Auszeit am Königsee. Folgen Sie ihm auf dieser Tour in den Alpenreich von König Watzmann. Der südöstlichste Zipfel Deutschlands ist nicht nur sagenhaft schön, sondern auch sagenhaft beschrieben worden. Überragt von der Watzmann-Ostwand liegt die weltberühmte Wallfahrtskirche St. Bartholomä am Ufer des Königssees im Nationalpark Berchtesgaden. Die Halbinsel ist unser Ziel in den ersten Etappen der Sendung. Kapitän Florian Hallinger bringt uns stimmungsvoll und dennoch leise und geschmeidig in einem historischen elektrobetriebenen Holzboot von Schönau am Königsee über das majästätische Gewässer. Trompeter lassen unterwegs das berühmte Königsee-Echo erklingen. An Bord spielt Therea Holzner vom Harfenduo Holzner sanfte alpenländische Klänge. An der Wallfahrtskirche befindet sich das ebenso berühmte Wirtshaus St. Bartholomä. Hier erwartet uns neben kleinen Schmankerln wie der Königsee-Forelle auch Sepp Huber mit seiner Viererbob-Musi. Dazwischen kramt Touristik-Urgestein Sepp Wenig seinem Buch und liest aus historischen Sagen. Sohnemann Joseph Wenig jun., natürlich ebenfalls in Tracht, spricht über unberührte Wege in seiner Heimat. Michael Grießer, Geschäftsführer der Bayerischen Seenschifffahrt GmbH, erklärt uns, warum Elektromobilität schon vor mehr als 100 Jahren am Königsee selbstverständlich war. Der Watzmann hatte bei unserem Besuch ein kleines Tuch um seine Spitze gelebt. In seiner vollen Pracht präentiert sich das Wahrzeichen der Region im Haus der Berge, durch das uns Elisabeth Moderegger begleitet. Später führt uns Marianne Lenz durch Berchtesgaden, vom Kurpark bis zum Schlossplatz. Unterwegs kehren wir bei Marko Lauterbach und Beni Rasp in ihrer Lederstub'n ein. Die beiden Jungs erklären uns ihr Konzept einer modernen bayerischen Küche. Über den Berghof und das Kehlsteinhaus sprechen wir im Dokumentationszentrum Obersalzberg und blicken damit auf das finsterste Kapitel deutscher Geschichte zurück. Die Ausstellung "Idyll und Verbrechen“ erklärt, wie Adolf Hitler und seine SS-Schergen an diesem landschaftlich schönen Ort die schrecklichsten Verbrechen planten. Bildungsreferentin Dr. Nadine Tauchner erklärt uns das Prinzip der Ausstellung, die wir in einer separaten Sendung ausführlich portraitieren. Außerdem erzählt uns Brigitte Petersen vom Niederrhein, die vier Monate im Winter in dieser Region campt, die Vorteile dieses Urlaubs. Wir wünschen eine gute Erholung im Berchtesgadener Land! 

PREVIEW: BERGHOF: Conversation with author Charles Spicer, "Coffee with Hitler," re the origin of the meeting place called Berghof, built for NSDAP Führer Hitler near Berchtesgaden on the Austrian-German border -- where Hitler invited, before the war, David Lloyd George and eventually Neville Chamberlain. More tonight and tomorrow. 1850 Berchtesgaden

Fünf Ferienwohnungen, vier TinyHouses, ein erfrischender Naturpool, ganz viel Platz und ein herrlicher Panoramablick laden die Gäste zu einem kunst-sinnlichen Urlaubserlebnis inmitten der malerischen Kärntner Nockberge ein. Das Kunsthaus art-lodge in Treffen am Ossiacher See in Kärnten ist ein Ausstellungs- und Veranstaltungshaus in einem 300-jährigen Berghof. Es beherbergt die Kunstsammlung von Katrin und Dirk Liesenfeld, sowie eine Skulpturen-Alm. „Kunstsammeln ist unsere gemeinsame Leidenschaft, so wie sich andere Paare dem Surfen oder Reisen verschrieben haben“ - so lautet das Motto von Katrin und Dirk, die schon vor ihrer Ehe begeisterte Kunstliebhaber:innen waren. Gemeinsam haben sie nach und nach ihre Sammlung aufgebaut, die den Fokus vor allem auf junge, aufstrebende Talente legt und von Geschmack und dem Gefühl geleitet wird. Wir, das sind Andreas Maurer und Sascha Worrich, haben die beiden via Zoom zum Gespräch getroffen, mit ihnen über Kunst am Berg gesprochen und wie die Kärntner Nachbarschaft auf der Alm darauf reagiert hat. Wir wünschen Euch viel Vergnügen!

I was hired to find lost Nazi gold. I found Ariella instead.Based on a post by ronde, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The shiny, black, Mercedes X-Class pickup slowly worked its way down the road about a hundred meters from where I was crouched behind a rock. The fact the pickup was alone and had an M 60 machine gun on a pintle mount in the bed told me this wasn’t some unit of the Argentine Army. The Argentine Army might have been driving a Mercedes pickup, but it would have been OD green and the machine gun would have been an FN Mag.The woman nudged me then.“They’ll be on top of us in a few minutes. I’ll take out the truck driver and the M 60. That’ll slow them down while they’re trying to figure out where the shots came from. They might run then, but if they don’t it’ll take both of us to take out the rest. Are you ready for that?”I was ready, because I knew if we didn’t take out all of them, we’d be running for our lives. I’d experienced that before. I was a former US Army Ranger with two tours of Afghanistan under my belt before I decided civilian life would be a whole lot healthier.I had no reservations about what we had to do, though it was going to be tough. With it’s short barrel, iron sights, and a tendency to overheat if fired quickly, the HK G 36 C carbine I carried lost accuracy fast after about two hundred meters, so they’d have to be closer than that. I could use the old “spray and pray” technique used by some US Army soldiers before the M4 came out with a selector switch for a three round burst instead of just full-auto fire. The problem with that was I only had a hundred and twenty rounds and they wouldn’t last long if I did that. After that, all I had was a 9 millimeter Browning pistol. They’d have to be a lot closer before I had any chance of putting even one down with that.The woman was in better shape for long range shooting. The Israeli M 89 SR rifle she was crouched behind was accurate out to about a thousand meters if she knew what she was doing, and if she did, the thirty rounds in her magazine would be more than sufficient.She let the truck get to about seventy-five meters from our position and then put one 7.62  millimeter round through the windshield. The driver slumped down in the seat at the same time her second shot hit the M60 just behind the operating handle and effectively froze the action. The truck turned sharply into a rock and then the engine died. The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than about five seconds. The woman definitely knew her way around a rifle.The three guys in the truck bed and the one left in the cab bailed out, got behind the truck, and started looking for the shooter. They were going to have a difficult time finding us. The suppressor on the M89SR effectively hid any muzzle flash and any dust caused by the gasses exiting the barrel. It also reduced the sound enough that it would be difficult for the guys to pinpoint it since the echo from the mountains made the sound seem to come from all directions.The woman and I watched them for the next five minutes, and it became obvious they weren’t battle-trained troops. They were probably considered a serious threat by the local population, but to me they were just amateurs; well-equipped amateurs, but still amateurs.They were well equipped because they had money, and money was the reason I was in Argentina in the first place. Meeting the woman was just a lucky accident. Well, that’s what I thought at the time. I later found out it was no accident.How it all started.The whole thing started six weeks before I found myself with the woman crouched behind a rock and waiting to see what the guys behind the truck were going to do next.After separating myself from the US Army, I needed some way to keep myself indoors and fed. When I looked at what I knew how to do, planning for close combat and then executing that plan was all I could come up with.Given the domestic and political climate at the time, a lot of former military men were running self defense schools. After reading about a few of the schools, I decided I could make some money that way too.I’d been deployed for much of my Army career so most of my Army pay was sitting in my bank. I used half of what I had as a down payment on fifty acres in Eastern Tennessee with a house and barn on it, and built a pistol and rifle range.I was doing OK, teaching a class a couple times a week in basic gun safety and giving the Tennessee concealed-carry class and test. The other days, I taught advanced courses in long-range rifle shooting and rapid-fire pistol shooting. I also sold targets and ammunition. I wasn’t getting rich, but I was able to make the mortgage payments, put food on the table, and keep my fridge stocked with beer.One afternoon after I’d finished up my class on accurate rapid pistol fire, I was policing brass from the range when a guy in a suit and tie walked up and stuck out his hand. He introduced himself as Marcus Richter.“Mr. Dale Stevenson; did I get your name right? Ah, good. Mr. Stevenson, I understand you have somewhat of a unique background, a background I would find useful if you agree to my proposal.”I figured he’d gotten that information from my web site. I thought “US Army Ranger” sounded better than “former military” like some of the school web sites used.I shrugged.“I can teach you how to fire a weapon and how to defend yourself in an emergency if that’s what you mean.”He shook his head.“No, though the thought has crossed my mind. Fortunately, I have people who take care of those duties for me."No, I’m a successful business man in a rather unique business. I trade in world currencies. It is that business that resulted in my visit to your establishment today. I fear the explanation of that business will be quite lengthy, so would it be possible to find a place where we might sit down and out of the sun?”I’d converted part of the barn into a classroom for my classes, so I led the man there. Once we were seated, he cleared his throat.“As I said, I am a trader in world currencies and that includes gold and silver in its many forms, from coinage to bullion. My business is of necessity rather secretive, for were some in the precious metal market to have advanced knowledge of my activities, it would have an impact upon the world pricing of said precious metals. It is such advanced knowledge I hope to exploit to my advantage if you agree to perform a service for me, a service for which you will be very well compensated.”I wasn’t entirely convinced this guy was on the level, but I had no reason to stop listening to him.I smiled.“It sounds like you have some sort of secret mission you want me to do for you.”He smiled.“Yes, secrecy is of the utmost importance. When you hear the details, you will understand why."As you probably know, in the last stages of World War Two, many high-ranking members of the Nazi party and German military realized any favorable outcome to the war was an impossibility. Germany would be defeated and given the atrocities committed, those same people would be prosecuted for war crimes, found guilty, and imprisoned or executed."They began making plans to escape before they were captured by the Allies. Argentina was neutral during the war and indeed declared war on the Axis powers a month before the war in Europe ended, but many in Argentina were still sympathetic toward Germany. As a result, Argentina was viewed as a possible haven by those attempting to escape what would surely be their ultimate fate."Argentina, in fact, encouraged those high-ranking people to come there. It is well known that many were able to successfully leave Germany and take up residence in Argentina. The efforts of some Israeli organizations that were able to locate some of them and transport them back to Israel for trial is a testimony to that fact."What is not well known is how those same people funded their escape and managed to live in Argentina until they were able to find employment. There are suspicions of the transfer of gold either before or after their escape, but no proof. What is known is there were large caches of gold the Nazi’s looted from the countries and people they overran in the early stages of the war."While much of that gold was gold bars plundered from the repositories in Austria, Czechoslovakia, and Poland, a significant amount was in the gold taken from individuals. To date, some of that gold has been recovered, but a sizeable portion has not and there are only rumors as to its location, until about a month ago."Ah, shall we say, a friend of a friend mentioned he had been offered a small bar of gold bullion bearing the imprint of the Heraeus Corporation of Germany. I do not know if you know of this German company, but Heraeus has been in the business of refining and producing precious metals since the late 1800’s when they discovered a method of melting platinum."During World War Two, one small gold smelting facility of the Heraeus corporation located on the outskirts of Hanau, Germany was taken over by the Nazi party, managed by Nazi party members, and slave labor was used for the smelting process. They began melting the gold looted from the countries occupied by the German Army into bullion. The bullion was stamped with the hallmark of the Heraeus corporation in order to make it appear to be legitimate, though the Heraeus company per se had nothing to do with the operation."This knowledge has been common since the war ended, but what happened to the gold bullion produced by the Nazi controlled factory has been unknown until this single bar of bullion was offered to this friend of my friend. The offer was made in somewhat secretive circumstances and the design of the hallmark dated to the period of the Second World War. These two things intrigued this friend of my friend and also intrigued me."My interest was passing until I spoke to a man who wished to buy gold as an investment. He related a tale told by his grandfather of watching U-boats berthed at Helgoland, Germany when he was twelve years old. His grandfather had watched the U-boats before as they were fueled, armed, and then sent back out to sea. On a few occasions, this was not the case."According to his story, over the course of a week, several men in prison uniforms loaded six submarines with wooden cases that appeared much too heavy to be supplies and not large enough to hold munitions. He thought it unusual that they did not load any torpedoes as they always had before, but assumed the submarines were supply submarines used to re-supply U-boats at sea."Once the submarines were loaded, the men in prison uniforms were taken away and a few men in the uniform of the German navy went on board, but not in the same numbers this man had seen before. Instead of a full crew, a number of men in business dress also boarded the submarines. The submarines then left port. Three months later, those same six submarines were again docked in Helgoland and were being once again loaded as before. This cycle was repeated two more times before he witnessed the same submarines being loaded with torpedoes and manned by full crews of the German Navy."Another very interesting event happened in Argentina at the end of the war. Juan Peron was elected president and set about nationalizing industries and services while at the same time raising the wages of workers. Most importantly, he paid off the entire amount of externally held Argentine debt."Because Argentina does mine native gold and silver ore, I have people there to keep me informed about the latest developments. When I heard the stories about the bar of gold bullion and the German submarines and put that story into the context of what I know about the country, I asked my people there to do some research into the matter. The report I received a few weeks ago offered some tantalizing conclusions."At the end of the war, Argentina had external debt amounting to about two hundred million US Dollars. When Peron was elected President, he settled the national debt with payments in gold bullion, which is understandable because gold is the currency of the world. What is not understandable is where Peron was able to find enough gold to do that without bankrupting the country. The entire gold reserves of Argentina at the time were about two hundred and fifty million US dollars. He would have had to drain most of those reserves, but apparently did not. He continued to implement his policies by using that same gold reserve."My people were not able to identify how that situation changed so rapidly once Peron was in office nor the source of the gold with which he paid the Argentine debt. They were able to report that prior to settling that debt, the Argentine government ceased operations of a small, older smelter in the foothills of the Andes near Mendoza to bring that facility up to the level of current technology. They learned this from an old man who had been employed at the smelter in his youth. He said he was sent home and told to not report for work for two months."The man was interested in what changes were going to be made so over the course of seven weeks, he watched the activities at the smelter. He related to my people that the first week, he saw many trucks drive into the smelter and each truck had armed guards who were all tall men who looked European. He could not see what they did in the smelter, but he did notice the smokestack continued to emit smoke just as it had when the smelter was operating."A week before his two month furlough was to end, he witnessed those same trucks with the same armed guards drive out of the smelter and take the road that led to Buenos Aires. He also said when he returned to work, there was little difference from how the smelter had operated before.”I wasn’t sure what all this had to do with me. When I asked, his face became grim.“What I and my people believe is that a very large amount of gold was shipped to Argentina by the Nazis on submarines and used to pay the Argentine government for allowing them to stay there. That is the only explanation for how Peron was able to find the gold to pay off the national debt. It is also an explanation for the unusual loading of the submarine and for the bar of gold bullion offered to, as I said, a friend of a friend. The smelter was shut down in order to melt the Nazi gold and then recast it into bullion that bore the Argentine hallmark.”I was still confused.“OK, that’s all well and good, but again, what does that have to do with me?”He placed his hands on the table between us and smiled.“I want to pay you to find the rest of the Nazi gold.”Now, I was confused again.“The rest? I thought you said they melted it all down and recast it.”He shook his head and chuckled.“I said they melted and recast enough to pay off the Argentine debt, not that they melted and recast all the gold. The total amount of gold plundered by the Nazis is not accurately known, but it has been estimated at nearly two billion US dollars in the currency of the day. About a fourth of that can be reasonably accounted for as it was transferred to various banks in neutral countries, though some of those transfers are disputed. The rest has never been found."It is my estimate that the Nazis shipped at least four hundred tons of gold to Argentina on those submarines. In the currency of the day, that would be about half a billion US dollars. In 1945, the Argentine debt was about two hundred million US dollars. That leaves us with a difference of about three hundred million which would be a little over one and a half billion US dollars at today’s market price.”I said I didn’t think that was feasible because of the weight of gold. It wouldn’t fit on a submarine. He smiled.“Yes, gold is heavy but also very dense and does not require much space. The normal armament for a U-boat of the type loaded at Helgoland was fourteen torpedoes that weighed a little over a ton and a half each. Each submarine could have carried over twenty tons of gold if the torpedoes were not on board. The six submarines making four trips could have carried that much gold and many passengers. With a range of about nine thousand nautical miles, they could easily have made the trip from Germany to Argentina and back in about three months at sea.It sounded like another Nazi conspiracy theory to me, but it was interesting so I decided to play along for a while."So, you want me to find this gold and then what? Hire a bunch of trucks to bring it back to the US?”He smiled and shook his head.“No. I only want you to confirm its location from the information my people have developed after almost a year of research. Near Mendoza in Mendoza province, my people located the ruins of what they described as a replica of The Berghof, Hitler’s residence in Bavaria. The surrounding area is mostly unpopulated now, but was once the site of a now closed led mine. We believe the building was built to house German Army and SS officers who fled Germany and surmise the gold must have been secreted in the led mine. Once you have confirmed the gold is indeed at that location, others will orchestrate its removal and transport.That little bell in your head that tells you something’s not right started to ring."Mr. Richter, if your people know where it is, why don’t those others you talked about confirm the gold is there and then remove it?”He pursed his lips.“My people in Argentina are carefully watched by the Argentine government to detect any financial dealings they might attempt. It is highly likely some in the Argentine government are also aware of their findings. Were my people to investigate that mine, well, the current government of Argentina would consider the gold to be the property of Argentina. It is not, but Argentina would be very upset were they to find it has been discovered and removed from the country.”The little bell in my head was now clanging.“So what you’re asking me to do is illegal? I don’t much like the idea of spending time in an Argentine prison.”He shook his head.“Your involvement will only be to locate and enter an abandoned and unguarded mine, confirm with photographs that the gold is there, and then bring those photographs and an accurate location back to me. It will be as if you were a tourist seeing the countryside and just happened upon the mine during your travels. There is nothing illegal about that."You will be well compensated for your efforts. I am prepared to offer you transportation to and from Argentina, a vehicle and other equipment for your use while there, and the sum of one hundred thousand dollars. I have arranged for twenty thousand dollars to be transferred to your bank account immediately upon your arrival in Argentina and commencement of your search. You will, of course, be provided with a small sum for travel expenses. The balance will be transferred upon your return, assuming you are successful. If not, the transfer will be for an additional twenty thous

I was hired to find lost Nazi gold. I found Ariella instead.Based on a post by ronde, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The shiny, black, Mercedes X-Class pickup slowly worked its way down the road about a hundred meters from where I was crouched behind a rock. The fact the pickup was alone and had an M 60 machine gun on a pintle mount in the bed told me this wasn’t some unit of the Argentine Army. The Argentine Army might have been driving a Mercedes pickup, but it would have been OD green and the machine gun would have been an FN Mag.The woman nudged me then.“They’ll be on top of us in a few minutes. I’ll take out the truck driver and the M 60. That’ll slow them down while they’re trying to figure out where the shots came from. They might run then, but if they don’t it’ll take both of us to take out the rest. Are you ready for that?”I was ready, because I knew if we didn’t take out all of them, we’d be running for our lives. I’d experienced that before. I was a former US Army Ranger with two tours of Afghanistan under my belt before I decided civilian life would be a whole lot healthier.I had no reservations about what we had to do, though it was going to be tough. With it’s short barrel, iron sights, and a tendency to overheat if fired quickly, the HK G 36 C carbine I carried lost accuracy fast after about two hundred meters, so they’d have to be closer than that. I could use the old “spray and pray” technique used by some US Army soldiers before the M4 came out with a selector switch for a three round burst instead of just full-auto fire. The problem with that was I only had a hundred and twenty rounds and they wouldn’t last long if I did that. After that, all I had was a 9 millimeter Browning pistol. They’d have to be a lot closer before I had any chance of putting even one down with that.The woman was in better shape for long range shooting. The Israeli M 89 SR rifle she was crouched behind was accurate out to about a thousand meters if she knew what she was doing, and if she did, the thirty rounds in her magazine would be more than sufficient.She let the truck get to about seventy-five meters from our position and then put one 7.62  millimeter round through the windshield. The driver slumped down in the seat at the same time her second shot hit the M60 just behind the operating handle and effectively froze the action. The truck turned sharply into a rock and then the engine died. The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than about five seconds. The woman definitely knew her way around a rifle.The three guys in the truck bed and the one left in the cab bailed out, got behind the truck, and started looking for the shooter. They were going to have a difficult time finding us. The suppressor on the M89SR effectively hid any muzzle flash and any dust caused by the gasses exiting the barrel. It also reduced the sound enough that it would be difficult for the guys to pinpoint it since the echo from the mountains made the sound seem to come from all directions.The woman and I watched them for the next five minutes, and it became obvious they weren’t battle-trained troops. They were probably considered a serious threat by the local population, but to me they were just amateurs; well-equipped amateurs, but still amateurs.They were well equipped because they had money, and money was the reason I was in Argentina in the first place. Meeting the woman was just a lucky accident. Well, that’s what I thought at the time. I later found out it was no accident.How it all started.The whole thing started six weeks before I found myself with the woman crouched behind a rock and waiting to see what the guys behind the truck were going to do next.After separating myself from the US Army, I needed some way to keep myself indoors and fed. When I looked at what I knew how to do, planning for close combat and then executing that plan was all I could come up with.Given the domestic and political climate at the time, a lot of former military men were running self defense schools. After reading about a few of the schools, I decided I could make some money that way too.I’d been deployed for much of my Army career so most of my Army pay was sitting in my bank. I used half of what I had as a down payment on fifty acres in Eastern Tennessee with a house and barn on it, and built a pistol and rifle range.I was doing OK, teaching a class a couple times a week in basic gun safety and giving the Tennessee concealed-carry class and test. The other days, I taught advanced courses in long-range rifle shooting and rapid-fire pistol shooting. I also sold targets and ammunition. I wasn’t getting rich, but I was able to make the mortgage payments, put food on the table, and keep my fridge stocked with beer.One afternoon after I’d finished up my class on accurate rapid pistol fire, I was policing brass from the range when a guy in a suit and tie walked up and stuck out his hand. He introduced himself as Marcus Richter.“Mr. Dale Stevenson; did I get your name right? Ah, good. Mr. Stevenson, I understand you have somewhat of a unique background, a background I would find useful if you agree to my proposal.”I figured he’d gotten that information from my web site. I thought “US Army Ranger” sounded better than “former military” like some of the school web sites used.I shrugged.“I can teach you how to fire a weapon and how to defend yourself in an emergency if that’s what you mean.”He shook his head.“No, though the thought has crossed my mind. Fortunately, I have people who take care of those duties for me."No, I’m a successful business man in a rather unique business. I trade in world currencies. It is that business that resulted in my visit to your establishment today. I fear the explanation of that business will be quite lengthy, so would it be possible to find a place where we might sit down and out of the sun?”I’d converted part of the barn into a classroom for my classes, so I led the man there. Once we were seated, he cleared his throat.“As I said, I am a trader in world currencies and that includes gold and silver in its many forms, from coinage to bullion. My business is of necessity rather secretive, for were some in the precious metal market to have advanced knowledge of my activities, it would have an impact upon the world pricing of said precious metals. It is such advanced knowledge I hope to exploit to my advantage if you agree to perform a service for me, a service for which you will be very well compensated.”I wasn’t entirely convinced this guy was on the level, but I had no reason to stop listening to him.I smiled.“It sounds like you have some sort of secret mission you want me to do for you.”He smiled.“Yes, secrecy is of the utmost importance. When you hear the details, you will understand why."As you probably know, in the last stages of World War Two, many high-ranking members of the Nazi party and German military realized any favorable outcome to the war was an impossibility. Germany would be defeated and given the atrocities committed, those same people would be prosecuted for war crimes, found guilty, and imprisoned or executed."They began making plans to escape before they were captured by the Allies. Argentina was neutral during the war and indeed declared war on the Axis powers a month before the war in Europe ended, but many in Argentina were still sympathetic toward Germany. As a result, Argentina was viewed as a possible haven by those attempting to escape what would surely be their ultimate fate."Argentina, in fact, encouraged those high-ranking people to come there. It is well known that many were able to successfully leave Germany and take up residence in Argentina. The efforts of some Israeli organizations that were able to locate some of them and transport them back to Israel for trial is a testimony to that fact."What is not well known is how those same people funded their escape and managed to live in Argentina until they were able to find employment. There are suspicions of the transfer of gold either before or after their escape, but no proof. What is known is there were large caches of gold the Nazi’s looted from the countries and people they overran in the early stages of the war."While much of that gold was gold bars plundered from the repositories in Austria, Czechoslovakia, and Poland, a significant amount was in the gold taken from individuals. To date, some of that gold has been recovered, but a sizeable portion has not and there are only rumors as to its location, until about a month ago."Ah, shall we say, a friend of a friend mentioned he had been offered a small bar of gold bullion bearing the imprint of the Heraeus Corporation of Germany. I do not know if you know of this German company, but Heraeus has been in the business of refining and producing precious metals since the late 1800’s when they discovered a method of melting platinum."During World War Two, one small gold smelting facility of the Heraeus corporation located on the outskirts of Hanau, Germany was taken over by the Nazi party, managed by Nazi party members, and slave labor was used for the smelting process. They began melting the gold looted from the countries occupied by the German Army into bullion. The bullion was stamped with the hallmark of the Heraeus corporation in order to make it appear to be legitimate, though the Heraeus company per se had nothing to do with the operation."This knowledge has been common since the war ended, but what happened to the gold bullion produced by the Nazi controlled factory has been unknown until this single bar of bullion was offered to this friend of my friend. The offer was made in somewhat secretive circumstances and the design of the hallmark dated to the period of the Second World War. These two things intrigued this friend of my friend and also intrigued me."My interest was passing until I spoke to a man who wished to buy gold as an investment. He related a tale told by his grandfather of watching U-boats berthed at Helgoland, Germany when he was twelve years old. His grandfather had watched the U-boats before as they were fueled, armed, and then sent back out to sea. On a few occasions, this was not the case."According to his story, over the course of a week, several men in prison uniforms loaded six submarines with wooden cases that appeared much too heavy to be supplies and not large enough to hold munitions. He thought it unusual that they did not load any torpedoes as they always had before, but assumed the submarines were supply submarines used to re-supply U-boats at sea."Once the submarines were loaded, the men in prison uniforms were taken away and a few men in the uniform of the German navy went on board, but not in the same numbers this man had seen before. Instead of a full crew, a number of men in business dress also boarded the submarines. The submarines then left port. Three months later, those same six submarines were again docked in Helgoland and were being once again loaded as before. This cycle was repeated two more times before he witnessed the same submarines being loaded with torpedoes and manned by full crews of the German Navy."Another very interesting event happened in Argentina at the end of the war. Juan Peron was elected president and set about nationalizing industries and services while at the same time raising the wages of workers. Most importantly, he paid off the entire amount of externally held Argentine debt."Because Argentina does mine native gold and silver ore, I have people there to keep me informed about the latest developments. When I heard the stories about the bar of gold bullion and the German submarines and put that story into the context of what I know about the country, I asked my people there to do some research into the matter. The report I received a few weeks ago offered some tantalizing conclusions."At the end of the war, Argentina had external debt amounting to about two hundred million US Dollars. When Peron was elected President, he settled the national debt with payments in gold bullion, which is understandable because gold is the currency of the world. What is not understandable is where Peron was able to find enough gold to do that without bankrupting the country. The entire gold reserves of Argentina at the time were about two hundred and fifty million US dollars. He would have had to drain most of those reserves, but apparently did not. He continued to implement his policies by using that same gold reserve."My people were not able to identify how that situation changed so rapidly once Peron was in office nor the source of the gold with which he paid the Argentine debt. They were able to report that prior to settling that debt, the Argentine government ceased operations of a small, older smelter in the foothills of the Andes near Mendoza to bring that facility up to the level of current technology. They learned this from an old man who had been employed at the smelter in his youth. He said he was sent home and told to not report for work for two months."The man was interested in what changes were going to be made so over the course of seven weeks, he watched the activities at the smelter. He related to my people that the first week, he saw many trucks drive into the smelter and each truck had armed guards who were all tall men who looked European. He could not see what they did in the smelter, but he did notice the smokestack continued to emit smoke just as it had when the smelter was operating."A week before his two month furlough was to end, he witnessed those same trucks with the same armed guards drive out of the smelter and take the road that led to Buenos Aires. He also said when he returned to work, there was little difference from how the smelter had operated before.”I wasn’t sure what all this had to do with me. When I asked, his face became grim.“What I and my people believe is that a very large amount of gold was shipped to Argentina by the Nazis on submarines and used to pay the Argentine government for allowing them to stay there. That is the only explanation for how Peron was able to find the gold to pay off the national debt. It is also an explanation for the unusual loading of the submarine and for the bar of gold bullion offered to, as I said, a friend of a friend. The smelter was shut down in order to melt the Nazi gold and then recast it into bullion that bore the Argentine hallmark.”I was still confused.“OK, that’s all well and good, but again, what does that have to do with me?”He placed his hands on the table between us and smiled.“I want to pay you to find the rest of the Nazi gold.”Now, I was confused again.“The rest? I thought you said they melted it all down and recast it.”He shook his head and chuckled.“I said they melted and recast enough to pay off the Argentine debt, not that they melted and recast all the gold. The total amount of gold plundered by the Nazis is not accurately known, but it has been estimated at nearly two billion US dollars in the currency of the day. About a fourth of that can be reasonably accounted for as it was transferred to various banks in neutral countries, though some of those transfers are disputed. The rest has never been found."It is my estimate that the Nazis shipped at least four hundred tons of gold to Argentina on those submarines. In the currency of the day, that would be about half a billion US dollars. In 1945, the Argentine debt was about two hundred million US dollars. That leaves us with a difference of about three hundred million which would be a little over one and a half billion US dollars at today’s market price.”I said I didn’t think that was feasible because of the weight of gold. It wouldn’t fit on a submarine. He smiled.“Yes, gold is heavy but also very dense and does not require much space. The normal armament for a U-boat of the type loaded at Helgoland was fourteen torpedoes that weighed a little over a ton and a half each. Each submarine could have carried over twenty tons of gold if the torpedoes were not on board. The six submarines making four trips could have carried that much gold and many passengers. With a range of about nine thousand nautical miles, they could easily have made the trip from Germany to Argentina and back in about three months at sea.It sounded like another Nazi conspiracy theory to me, but it was interesting so I decided to play along for a while."So, you want me to find this gold and then what? Hire a bunch of trucks to bring it back to the US?”He smiled and shook his head.“No. I only want you to confirm its location from the information my people have developed after almost a year of research. Near Mendoza in Mendoza province, my people located the ruins of what they described as a replica of The Berghof, Hitler’s residence in Bavaria. The surrounding area is mostly unpopulated now, but was once the site of a now closed led mine. We believe the building was built to house German Army and SS officers who fled Germany and surmise the gold must have been secreted in the led mine. Once you have confirmed the gold is indeed at that location, others will orchestrate its removal and transport.That little bell in your head that tells you something’s not right started to ring."Mr. Richter, if your people know where it is, why don’t those others you talked about confirm the gold is there and then remove it?”He pursed his lips.“My people in Argentina are carefully watched by the Argentine government to detect any financial dealings they might attempt. It is highly likely some in the Argentine government are also aware of their findings. Were my people to investigate that mine, well, the current government of Argentina would consider the gold to be the property of Argentina. It is not, but Argentina would be very upset were they to find it has been discovered and removed from the country.”The little bell in my head was now clanging.“So what you’re asking me to do is illegal? I don’t much like the idea of spending time in an Argentine prison.”He shook his head.“Your involvement will only be to locate and enter an abandoned and unguarded mine, confirm with photographs that the gold is there, and then bring those photographs and an accurate location back to me. It will be as if you were a tourist seeing the countryside and just happened upon the mine during your travels. There is nothing illegal about that."You will be well compensated for your efforts. I am prepared to offer you transportation to and from Argentina, a vehicle and other equipment for your use while there, and the sum of one hundred thousand dollars. I have arranged for twenty thousand dollars to be transferred to your bank account immediately upon your arrival in Argentina and commencement of your search. You will, of course, be provided with a small sum for travel expenses. The balance will be transferred upon your return, assuming you are successful. If not, the transfer will be for an additional twenty thous

I was hired to find lost Nazi gold. I found Ariella instead.Based on a post by ronde, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The shiny, black, Mercedes X-Class pickup slowly worked its way down the road about a hundred meters from where I was crouched behind a rock. The fact the pickup was alone and had an M 60 machine gun on a pintle mount in the bed told me this wasn’t some unit of the Argentine Army. The Argentine Army might have been driving a Mercedes pickup, but it would have been OD green and the machine gun would have been an FN Mag.The woman nudged me then.“They’ll be on top of us in a few minutes. I’ll take out the truck driver and the M 60. That’ll slow them down while they’re trying to figure out where the shots came from. They might run then, but if they don’t it’ll take both of us to take out the rest. Are you ready for that?”I was ready, because I knew if we didn’t take out all of them, we’d be running for our lives. I’d experienced that before. I was a former US Army Ranger with two tours of Afghanistan under my belt before I decided civilian life would be a whole lot healthier.I had no reservations about what we had to do, though it was going to be tough. With it’s short barrel, iron sights, and a tendency to overheat if fired quickly, the HK G 36 C carbine I carried lost accuracy fast after about two hundred meters, so they’d have to be closer than that. I could use the old “spray and pray” technique used by some US Army soldiers before the M4 came out with a selector switch for a three round burst instead of just full-auto fire. The problem with that was I only had a hundred and twenty rounds and they wouldn’t last long if I did that. After that, all I had was a 9 millimeter Browning pistol. They’d have to be a lot closer before I had any chance of putting even one down with that.The woman was in better shape for long range shooting. The Israeli M 89 SR rifle she was crouched behind was accurate out to about a thousand meters if she knew what she was doing, and if she did, the thirty rounds in her magazine would be more than sufficient.She let the truck get to about seventy-five meters from our position and then put one 7.62  millimeter round through the windshield. The driver slumped down in the seat at the same time her second shot hit the M60 just behind the operating handle and effectively froze the action. The truck turned sharply into a rock and then the engine died. The whole thing couldn’t have taken more than about five seconds. The woman definitely knew her way around a rifle.The three guys in the truck bed and the one left in the cab bailed out, got behind the truck, and started looking for the shooter. They were going to have a difficult time finding us. The suppressor on the M89SR effectively hid any muzzle flash and any dust caused by the gasses exiting the barrel. It also reduced the sound enough that it would be difficult for the guys to pinpoint it since the echo from the mountains made the sound seem to come from all directions.The woman and I watched them for the next five minutes, and it became obvious they weren’t battle-trained troops. They were probably considered a serious threat by the local population, but to me they were just amateurs; well-equipped amateurs, but still amateurs.They were well equipped because they had money, and money was the reason I was in Argentina in the first place. Meeting the woman was just a lucky accident. Well, that’s what I thought at the time. I later found out it was no accident.How it all started.The whole thing started six weeks before I found myself with the woman crouched behind a rock and waiting to see what the guys behind the truck were going to do next.After separating myself from the US Army, I needed some way to keep myself indoors and fed. When I looked at what I knew how to do, planning for close combat and then executing that plan was all I could come up with.Given the domestic and political climate at the time, a lot of former military men were running self defense schools. After reading about a few of the schools, I decided I could make some money that way too.I’d been deployed for much of my Army career so most of my Army pay was sitting in my bank. I used half of what I had as a down payment on fifty acres in Eastern Tennessee with a house and barn on it, and built a pistol and rifle range.I was doing OK, teaching a class a couple times a week in basic gun safety and giving the Tennessee concealed-carry class and test. The other days, I taught advanced courses in long-range rifle shooting and rapid-fire pistol shooting. I also sold targets and ammunition. I wasn’t getting rich, but I was able to make the mortgage payments, put food on the table, and keep my fridge stocked with beer.One afternoon after I’d finished up my class on accurate rapid pistol fire, I was policing brass from the range when a guy in a suit and tie walked up and stuck out his hand. He introduced himself as Marcus Richter.“Mr. Dale Stevenson; did I get your name right? Ah, good. Mr. Stevenson, I understand you have somewhat of a unique background, a background I would find useful if you agree to my proposal.”I figured he’d gotten that information from my web site. I thought “US Army Ranger” sounded better than “former military” like some of the school web sites used.I shrugged.“I can teach you how to fire a weapon and how to defend yourself in an emergency if that’s what you mean.”He shook his head.“No, though the thought has crossed my mind. Fortunately, I have people who take care of those duties for me."No, I’m a successful business man in a rather unique business. I trade in world currencies. It is that business that resulted in my visit to your establishment today. I fear the explanation of that business will be quite lengthy, so would it be possible to find a place where we might sit down and out of the sun?”I’d converted part of the barn into a classroom for my classes, so I led the man there. Once we were seated, he cleared his throat.“As I said, I am a trader in world currencies and that includes gold and silver in its many forms, from coinage to bullion. My business is of necessity rather secretive, for were some in the precious metal market to have advanced knowledge of my activities, it would have an impact upon the world pricing of said precious metals. It is such advanced knowledge I hope to exploit to my advantage if you agree to perform a service for me, a service for which you will be very well compensated.”I wasn’t entirely convinced this guy was on the level, but I had no reason to stop listening to him.I smiled.“It sounds like you have some sort of secret mission you want me to do for you.”He smiled.“Yes, secrecy is of the utmost importance. When you hear the details, you will understand why."As you probably know, in the last stages of World War Two, many high-ranking members of the Nazi party and German military realized any favorable outcome to the war was an impossibility. Germany would be defeated and given the atrocities committed, those same people would be prosecuted for war crimes, found guilty, and imprisoned or executed."They began making plans to escape before they were captured by the Allies. Argentina was neutral during the war and indeed declared war on the Axis powers a month before the war in Europe ended, but many in Argentina were still sympathetic toward Germany. As a result, Argentina was viewed as a possible haven by those attempting to escape what would surely be their ultimate fate."Argentina, in fact, encouraged those high-ranking people to come there. It is well known that many were able to successfully leave Germany and take up residence in Argentina. The efforts of some Israeli organizations that were able to locate some of them and transport them back to Israel for trial is a testimony to that fact."What is not well known is how those same people funded their escape and managed to live in Argentina until they were able to find employment. There are suspicions of the transfer of gold either before or after their escape, but no proof. What is known is there were large caches of gold the Nazi’s looted from the countries and people they overran in the early stages of the war."While much of that gold was gold bars plundered from the repositories in Austria, Czechoslovakia, and Poland, a significant amount was in the gold taken from individuals. To date, some of that gold has been recovered, but a sizeable portion has not and there are only rumors as to its location, until about a month ago."Ah, shall we say, a friend of a friend mentioned he had been offered a small bar of gold bullion bearing the imprint of the Heraeus Corporation of Germany. I do not know if you know of this German company, but Heraeus has been in the business of refining and producing precious metals since the late 1800’s when they discovered a method of melting platinum."During World War Two, one small gold smelting facility of the Heraeus corporation located on the outskirts of Hanau, Germany was taken over by the Nazi party, managed by Nazi party members, and slave labor was used for the smelting process. They began melting the gold looted from the countries occupied by the German Army into bullion. The bullion was stamped with the hallmark of the Heraeus corporation in order to make it appear to be legitimate, though the Heraeus company per se had nothing to do with the operation."This knowledge has been common since the war ended, but what happened to the gold bullion produced by the Nazi controlled factory has been unknown until this single bar of bullion was offered to this friend of my friend. The offer was made in somewhat secretive circumstances and the design of the hallmark dated to the period of the Second World War. These two things intrigued this friend of my friend and also intrigued me."My interest was passing until I spoke to a man who wished to buy gold as an investment. He related a tale told by his grandfather of watching U-boats berthed at Helgoland, Germany when he was twelve years old. His grandfather had watched the U-boats before as they were fueled, armed, and then sent back out to sea. On a few occasions, this was not the case."According to his story, over the course of a week, several men in prison uniforms loaded six submarines with wooden cases that appeared much too heavy to be supplies and not large enough to hold munitions. He thought it unusual that they did not load any torpedoes as they always had before, but assumed the submarines were supply submarines used to re-supply U-boats at sea."Once the submarines were loaded, the men in prison uniforms were taken away and a few men in the uniform of the German navy went on board, but not in the same numbers this man had seen before. Instead of a full crew, a number of men in business dress also boarded the submarines. The submarines then left port. Three months later, those same six submarines were again docked in Helgoland and were being once again loaded as before. This cycle was repeated two more times before he witnessed the same submarines being loaded with torpedoes and manned by full crews of the German Navy."Another very interesting event happened in Argentina at the end of the war. Juan Peron was elected president and set about nationalizing industries and services while at the same time raising the wages of workers. Most importantly, he paid off the entire amount of externally held Argentine debt."Because Argentina does mine native gold and silver ore, I have people there to keep me informed about the latest developments. When I heard the stories about the bar of gold bullion and the German submarines and put that story into the context of what I know about the country, I asked my people there to do some research into the matter. The report I received a few weeks ago offered some tantalizing conclusions."At the end of the war, Argentina had external debt amounting to about two hundred million US Dollars. When Peron was elected President, he settled the national debt with payments in gold bullion, which is understandable because gold is the currency of the world. What is not understandable is where Peron was able to find enough gold to do that without bankrupting the country. The entire gold reserves of Argentina at the time were about two hundred and fifty million US dollars. He would have had to drain most of those reserves, but apparently did not. He continued to implement his policies by using that same gold reserve."My people were not able to identify how that situation changed so rapidly once Peron was in office nor the source of the gold with which he paid the Argentine debt. They were able to report that prior to settling that debt, the Argentine government ceased operations of a small, older smelter in the foothills of the Andes near Mendoza to bring that facility up to the level of current technology. They learned this from an old man who had been employed at the smelter in his youth. He said he was sent home and told to not report for work for two months."The man was interested in what changes were going to be made so over the course of seven weeks, he watched the activities at the smelter. He related to my people that the first week, he saw many trucks drive into the smelter and each truck had armed guards who were all tall men who looked European. He could not see what they did in the smelter, but he did notice the smokestack continued to emit smoke just as it had when the smelter was operating."A week before his two month furlough was to end, he witnessed those same trucks with the same armed guards drive out of the smelter and take the road that led to Buenos Aires. He also said when he returned to work, there was little difference from how the smelter had operated before.”I wasn’t sure what all this had to do with me. When I asked, his face became grim.“What I and my people believe is that a very large amount of gold was shipped to Argentina by the Nazis on submarines and used to pay the Argentine government for allowing them to stay there. That is the only explanation for how Peron was able to find the gold to pay off the national debt. It is also an explanation for the unusual loading of the submarine and for the bar of gold bullion offered to, as I said, a friend of a friend. The smelter was shut down in order to melt the Nazi gold and then recast it into bullion that bore the Argentine hallmark.”I was still confused.“OK, that’s all well and good, but again, what does that have to do with me?”He placed his hands on the table between us and smiled.“I want to pay you to find the rest of the Nazi gold.”Now, I was confused again.“The rest? I thought you said they melted it all down and recast it.”He shook his head and chuckled.“I said they melted and recast enough to pay off the Argentine debt, not that they melted and recast all the gold. The total amount of gold plundered by the Nazis is not accurately known, but it has been estimated at nearly two billion US dollars in the currency of the day. About a fourth of that can be reasonably accounted for as it was transferred to various banks in neutral countries, though some of those transfers are disputed. The rest has never been found."It is my estimate that the Nazis shipped at least four hundred tons of gold to Argentina on those submarines. In the currency of the day, that would be about half a billion US dollars. In 1945, the Argentine debt was about two hundred million US dollars. That leaves us with a difference of about three hundred million which would be a little over one and a half billion US dollars at today’s market price.”I said I didn’t think that was feasible because of the weight of gold. It wouldn’t fit on a submarine. He smiled.“Yes, gold is heavy but also very dense and does not require much space. The normal armament for a U-boat of the type loaded at Helgoland was fourteen torpedoes that weighed a little over a ton and a half each. Each submarine could have carried over twenty tons of gold if the torpedoes were not on board. The six submarines making four trips could have carried that much gold and many passengers. With a range of about nine thousand nautical miles, they could easily have made the trip from Germany to Argentina and back in about three months at sea.It sounded like another Nazi conspiracy theory to me, but it was interesting so I decided to play along for a while."So, you want me to find this gold and then what? Hire a bunch of trucks to bring it back to the US?”He smiled and shook his head.“No. I only want you to confirm its location from the information my people have developed after almost a year of research. Near Mendoza in Mendoza province, my people located the ruins of what they described as a replica of The Berghof, Hitler’s residence in Bavaria. The surrounding area is mostly unpopulated now, but was once the site of a now closed led mine. We believe the building was built to house German Army and SS officers who fled Germany and surmise the gold must have been secreted in the led mine. Once you have confirmed the gold is indeed at that location, others will orchestrate its removal and transport.That little bell in your head that tells you something’s not right started to ring."Mr. Richter, if your people know where it is, why don’t those others you talked about confirm the gold is there and then remove it?”He pursed his lips.“My people in Argentina are carefully watched by the Argentine government to detect any financial dealings they might attempt. It is highly likely some in the Argentine government are also aware of their findings. Were my people to investigate that mine, well, the current government of Argentina would consider the gold to be the property of Argentina. It is not, but Argentina would be very upset were they to find it has been discovered and removed from the country.”The little bell in my head was now clanging.“So what you’re asking me to do is illegal? I don’t much like the idea of spending time in an Argentine prison.”He shook his head.“Your involvement will only be to locate and enter an abandoned and unguarded mine, confirm with photographs that the gold is there, and then bring those photographs and an accurate location back to me. It will be as if you were a tourist seeing the countryside and just happened upon the mine during your travels. There is nothing illegal about that."You will be well compensated for your efforts. I am prepared to offer you transportation to and from Argentina, a vehicle and other equipment for your use while there, and the sum of one hundred thousand dollars. I have arranged for twenty thousand dollars to be transferred to your bank account immediately upon your arrival in Argentina and commencement of your search. You will, of course, be provided with a small sum for travel expenses. The balance will be transferred upon your return, assuming you are successful. If not, the transfer will be for an additional twenty thous

Send us a Text Message.Claus von Stauffenberg took his briefcase bomb to three conferences with Hitler. On 11 July 1944 he attended a conference in the Berghof, in the Bavarian alps, but generals in the conspiracy ordered him not to go ahead if Himmler was not present. On 15 July he took the bomb to the Wolf's Lair in East Prussia (see episode cover photograph). In a long telephone call the generals were again reluctant to have the bomb detonated with Himmler absent. Claus decided to go ahead anyway – but the telephone call with the generals had taken so long that the conference was over.On 20 July 1944 Stauffenberg flew to the Wolf's Lair again. Shown to a sitting room to change his shirt, Claus set about arming the bomb – a delicate task. When he had set fuses in the first lump of plastic explosive, he was interrupted by a badly timed telephone call. He was unable to arm the second lump of explosive.He took the briefcase into the conference. He placed the bomb close to Hitler, and quietly asked to make a call outside. He strode from the briefing hut.At 12.41 an explosion sent a sheet of flame into the air. Several people were killed. Claus saw a body carried out covered in Hitler's personal cloak.He was able to bluff his way out of the Wolf's Lair and fly back to Berlin.In Berlin, information was confused. Unsure whether Hitler was dead, the officers dithered.Meanwhile, after initial confusion, the Nazis' suspicion hardened around Stauffenberg. They ordered his plane shot down. Written and narrated by Brian WaltersOriginal music, editing and sound design by the amazing Sam LoyArtwork by Mike Vernon.Episode TranscriptA full transcript of the episode is available here.Read the book TREASONYou can read more about Claus von Stauffenberg and the German resistance to Hitler, in the book Treasonby Brian Walters.For those with iPads, Treason is available as an interactive Apple Book here.The hard copy can be bought here.If you live out of Australia, the hard copy is best purchased from Blurb.There is also a Kindle version.ResourcesFor a list of the creative commons music and sound effects used in this episode, head here.Finally …If you liked the episode, please share it: the episode link is here.And you can help us by writing a brief review and giving us a (five star!) rating.By all means contact me, Brian Walters, by email on walters@vicbar.com.au TREASON: Claus von Stauffenberg and the plot to kill Hitler

Send us a Text Message.With over a million slave workers in Germany, the Nazis feared an uprising. They prepared a plan for the Army to handle any such revolt. Echoing Wagner's Ring, they called it ‘Operation Valkyrie'. The orders provided an ideal framework for a coup.In 1943, Claus von Stauffenberg was initiated into this plan. He modified the orders to facilitate a takeover.He was married, with four children. He felt he could not be a father while turning his back on the moral destruction of his country.He made contact with all the different groups – police, politicians of all stripes, diplomats, intellectuals, officers, clergymen and more – welding them into a formidable force.When Hitler agreed to inspect new army uniforms, Stauffenberg searched for an officer prepared to blow himself up with the Führer during the inspection. Major Axel von dem Bussche agreed to do it. But when Allied bombs destroyed the uniforms to be modelled, Bussche was transferred back to the front. The inspection was rescheduled, and Lieutenant Ewald-Heinrich von Kleist-Schmenzin agreed to make the attempt. Hitler repeatedly postponed the inspection. In March 1944, Captain Eberhard von Breitenbuch accompanied Field Marshal Busch to the Berghof for a conference with Hitler. Breitenbuch secreted a pistol in his uniform, intending to shoot Hitler. Inexplicably, he was denied entry.In June 1944, Stauffenberg was appointed chief of staff of the Home Army – comprising all the troops in Germany. His commander, Colonel General Friedrich Fromm, had responsibility for issuing the Valkyrie orders, but as chief of staff, Stauffenberg could issue the orders in his name.On 7 June 1944, the day after D Day, Stauffenberg went to the Berghof to meet Hitler for the first time.On 9 July, Hitler inspected the new uniforms. General Stieff agreed to blow up Hitler – but nothing happened.Stauffenberg realised he was best placed to  kill Hitler himself. Written and narrated by Brian WaltersOriginal music, editing and sound design by the amazing Sam LoyEpisode TranscriptA full transcript of the episode is available here.Read the book TREASONYou can read more about Claus von Stauffenberg and the German resistance to Hitler, in the book Treason by Brian Walters.For those with iPads, Treason is available as an interactive Apple Book here.The hard copy can be bought here.If you live out of Australia, the hard copy is best purchased from Blurb.There is also a Kindle version.ResourcesFor a list of the creative commons music and sound effects in this episode, head here.Finally …If you liked the episode, please share it: the link is here.You can help us by writing a brief review and giving us a (five star!) rating.By all means contact me, Brian Walters, by email on walters@vicbar.com.auTREASON: Claus von Stauffenberg and the plot to kill Hitler

Nous sommes le 3 juin 1937, à une vingtaine de kms de Tours, dans l'Ouest de la France, au château de Candé. Ce jour-là, la bâtisse du XVIe siècle accueille un événement qui la place au centre du monde, ce que la presse appelle « le mariage du siècle ». Le maître des lieux, Charles Bedaux, s'est, en effet, proposé pour abriter la consécration de l'union la plus scandaleuse de l'époque : celle du duc de Windsor, ex le roi Edouard VIII d'Angleterre, et de la plus célèbre des veuves, la richissime américaine Wallis Simpson. Peu de temps de temps après, l'homme d'affaires franco-américain, planifiera la tournée du couple en Allemagne. Un voyage qui s'achèvera par une visite à Adolph Hitler, à Berghof, sa résidence secondaire, dans les Alpes bavaroises. Mais qui était le millionnaire Charles Bedaux ? Le 21 février 1944, le journal « Le Matin » écrit à propos de sa disparition : « Charles Bedaux s'est suicidé dans un hôpital de Miami en prenant une forte dose de Luminal. D'origine française, il se fit naturaliser américain. Le système Bedaux, variante du système de taylorisation (organisation du travail) qu'il mit au point fit de lui l'ennemi numéro 1 des syndicats américains. En janvier 1943, il fut arrêté en Afrique du Nord, pour intelligence avec l'ennemi. Il passa ensuite aux Etats-Unis, où il fut arrêté le 23 décembre 1943, comme suspect de trahison. » Voilà qui est lapidaire, tentons de lire ente les lignes… Invité : Thierry Lentz, directeur général de la Fondation Napoléon. « Charles Bedaux, le magnifique – Millionnaire, aventurier et « agent triple » » aux éditions Perrin. Sujets traités : Charles Bedaux,duc de Windsor, allis Simpson, Adolph Hitler, aventurie, collabo, Merci pour votre écoute Un Jour dans l'Histoire, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 13h15 à 14h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes d'Un Jour dans l'Histoire sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/5936 Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement.

Wenige Tage vor dem Start der Pfingstkirmes konnte ich mit Philipp Meyer im Allgäuer Berghof sprechen.

PREVIEW: #AUSCHWITZ: Conversation with colleague Malcolm Hoenlein re the meaning of Holocaust Memorial Day and the signifigance of the March of the Living each year from the execution posts at Auschwitz to the collapsed crematorium at Birkenau -- an experience that can easily overwhelm the first-time pilgrims. 1936 at Berghof

Thomas Mann fick Nobelpriset i litteratur 1929 men fem år tidigare kom den ut, Bergtagen, om ingenjören Hans Castorp som besöker sin kusin på sanatoriet Berghof. Det blir en vistelse på sju år. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Det existerar inga sådana tidsenheter som veckor i sanatorievärlden. Castorp har fått en egen fläck på lungan.Vi hör Henrietta Hultén samtala med regissören Staffan Roos inför radioteateruppsättningen av Bergtagen med bl.a Pontus Gustafsson och Anita Björk 1999.

Vi har vant oss vid att höra spöken. Men en gång i tiden var inspelade röster och musik något häpnadsväckande. Thomas Steinfeld tar Thomas Mann till hjälp får att få oss att se hur märkvärdigt det är. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna.Långt uppe i de Schweiziska bergen ligger ett sanatorium med namnet ”Berghof”. Några år innan första världskrigets början samlas där en brokig skara patienter, uppenbarligen förmögna kvinnor och män från olika europeiska länder. De verkar söka bot mot lungsoten, men har faktiskt bestämt sig för att tillbringa resten av sina liv på denna stillsamma plats halvvägs mellan slättlandet och himlen. Plötsligt står en låda i pianosalongen, ett matt svartbetsat skrin som med en silkeöverspunnen kabel anslutits till en väggkontakt. ”Det är ingen apparat och ingen maskin“, utropar hovrådet Behrens, direktören för sjukhuset, när han får syn på underverket, ”det är ett instrument, det är en Stradivarius, en Guarneri där råder resonans- och svängningsförhållanden av det mest utstuderade raffinemang.“ Skrinet är en grammofon.Tekniken är så ung, publiken är så oerfaren i umgänget med konserverad musik, att den applåderar när nålen nått det sista varvet. Lyssnarna ropar på mer, de skrattar när en sångare övergår till falsett, de ropar ”bravo“ när sluttonikan nåtts. De första erfarenheterna med tekniskt reproducerad musik måste ha liknat de första mötena med fotografiet: händelser, liksom utrivna från tillvaron, men på ett otäckt sätt likt det som verkligen skedde, konstgjort, drömaktigt, dött, dock intill förväxling samstämmande med den levande naturen. Och inte bara det: ögonblicket, som bara en gång inträffade för att aldrig komma igen, fanns nu bara där – närvarande som ett glas vatten eller en skruvmejsel, alltid färdigt, alltid redo, alltid upprepbart, här och där och på vilken ort som helst.”Bergtagen” heter romanen, i vilken den tyske författaren Thomas Mann i början av 1900-talet berättade om en ung man, som egentligen hade kommit till detta mellanrike för att hälsa på en äldre kusin. Men Hans Castorp, en ingenjör utan yrkeserfarenhet, som det heter i boken, utvecklar en ostadig feber och stannar, först en månad, sedan flera månader. Till slut blir det sju år som inte upplevs som en tid som går utan som ett enda långt nu. Han samtalar med de andra gästerna, han förälskar sig i en dam från Ryssland, han spelar kort. Ingenting blir bestämt. Då ser han grammofonen, i bokens sista kapitel, och han möter sitt öde: ”Han uppfylldes av en bestämd aning om en ny passion, ny förtrollning, ny kärlek.“ Hela hans uppmärksamhet tillhör nu apparaten. Hans bästa tid är natten, när han har grammofonen för sig själv.Pianosalongen fylls nu med ”andemusik”, i ordets egentliga mening, med musik framförd av spöken: ”Han såg inte de sångare och sångerskor som han hörde, deras personer dvaldes i Amerika, i Milano, i Wien, i S:t Petersburg och kunde gärna få stanna där, ty han hade det bästa av dem, deras röster, och han uppskattade denna rening eller abstraktion.“ Och så sitter Hans Castorp i sin fåtölj, med huvudet lutat mot axeln, och väcker andarna till liv: Varje gång det faller honom in, varje gång när han trycker på en knapp, så måste de uppträda igen, alltid lika unga, alltid med samma toner, alltid beredda att upprepa samma ord med samma andetag. Och ju mer de sjunger, och närmare de kommer honom, desto mer närmar han sig också dem, desto mer blir han själv en spökfigur.En gång i tiden var dessa andars uppträdande i den verkliga världen någonting så oerhört och häpnadsväckande, att lyssnarna ville ge dem stående ovationer. Då var andarna bara enstaka varelser i en akustikens värld fylld av helt andra ljud, eller av inga ljud alls. Sedan dess har andarna nästan helt övertagit herraväldet över öronen. Och så blev de så vanliga, att lyssnarna glömde att de lever i andarnas sällskap. Eller är det tvärtom: att människorna vant sig att leva i andarnas värld? Ty vad som hände i musiken, det hände vid samma tid också i filmen, där städer och landskap, människor och folkmassor dök upp i mörka biografsalar, så att filmerna i all oändlighet kunde berätta om Faust eller Nosferatu eller Buster Keatons oändliga kamp mot missödet.Denna andarnas värld har påfallande likheter med ”hades”, antikens dödsrike. På ”samma sätt som den tekniska reproduktionens röster inte har någon kropp, så hade antikens döda ingen materiell tillvaro. De bestod av dimma. Försökte man att röra vid dem, så grep man i det tomma. Ett slags liv fick de enbart, när de fått i sig en droppe blod, så som rösten på grammofonen, som först börjar sjunga när en lyssnare satt igång svängskivan. Men så liknar dessa andar inte bara de levande döda från ”hades”, utan också spöken, i sin moderna utformning, de som går omkring i ödsliga hus, de stackars varelserna som är tvungna att natt efter natt och i all evighet utföra samma dåd, tills en nådig själ förbarmar sig över gengångaren och bryter, om inte förbannelsen, så åtminstone elkontakten.Tre verk är det som Hans Castorp, ett ”livets sorgebarn“, inte tröttnar på att lyssna till: Ur Giuseppe Verdis ”Aida” är det finalens duett: ”Tu – in questa tomba“, ”du – i denna grav“. Dessutom är han mycket förtjust i Georges Bizets opera „Carmen“, historien om en dubbelt eller till och med trefaldigt misslyckad kärlek. Slutligen fastnar han vid Franz Schuberts sång ”Lindenbaum“: ”vid brunnen framför porten“. Hans latenta sympati för döden hittar äntligen det passande ackompanjemanget: ”Hans Castorps tankar eller aningsfulla halvtankar flög högt medan han satt ensam i natten framför sin putsade musiklåda – de flög högre än hans förstånd räckte, det var alkemiskt uppdrivna tankar. Å, den var mäktig, denna själens förtrollning!“ Det dröjer dock inte länge innan andarna blir farliga. Hade han lyssnat i sällskap, tillsammans med de andra patienterna, kanske till och med i en konsertsal, så hade hans förtrollning dämpats av det sociala umgänget. Men ensam som han är, utvecklas den alltför nära bekantskapen med andarna till en fråga om liv och död. Romanen slutar, som bekant, med att hjälten lämnar sanatoriet i bergen. Han reser ner till slättlandet, ner till kriget.Förresten var Thomas Mann själv en ivrig anhängare av grammofonmusiken. Inte från början, inte 1920, när han kallade den för ett ”barnsligt och enformigt gyckelverk“. Men några år senare köpte han själv en skivspelare, av det tyska märket ”Cremona“. Och denna apparat beundrade han som ”ett ymnighetshorn som flödade av munter och själfull konstnärligt njutning“. Det dröjde inte länge innan gästerna, som han själv hade bjudit in till te och kaka, klagade över att det inte längre gick att tala med honom, för skivornas skull. De undkom inte andarna som Thomas Mann manade fram, åtskilda från sina kroppar i tid och rum.Thomas Steinfeld, författare och professor i kultursociologi

Undantagstillståndet tycks utöva en särskild dragningskraft på människan. Men vad handlar den här längtan om, egentligen? Det funderar Maria Andersson Vogel på i den här essän. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna. Essän sändes första gången i april 2022.Så länge jag kan minnas har jag tyckt om undantagstillstånd. När gränserna tillfälligt dras om och dras upp kring en liten luftficka vid sidan av det som är världen. Där ramarna är få men konkreta. Det här är vad du nu har att förhålla dig till. Kanske är det ett tecken på att jag är rädd för friheten, för de stora vidderna. Att jag är rädd för allt som sägs vara möjligt att göra och vara i den värld jag vanligtvis lever i. Men jag känner mig oftast friare när reglerna är tvingande. Eller nej. Inte när reglerna är tvingande, men när ramarna är klara. När det tydligt framgår vad som är möjligt och omöjligt.Ett måhända banalt men konkret exempel på detta är kläders funktion som identitetsuttryck när man är på resande fot. Bortrest är jag begränsad av de plagg som ryms i min väska. Jag har inte min fulla garderob, jag saknar den annars nästan oändliga möjligheten till kombination av alla plagg jag samlat på mig genom åren nu när jag är över 40, tjänar bra och sällan slänger något. I stället får jag lov att bygga mig min identitet med de få plagg jag packat ned. Det väcker min kreativitet, det får mig att bestämma mig för att det banne mig ska gå att göra något av detta. Jag ska kunna iscensätta mig själv, trots de begränsade verktygen. Kanske är det också så enkelt som att det finns en tröst i att tvingas gilla läget och klara sig med det man har?Jag tänkte mycket på detta med undantagstillståndet som plats efter att jag under våren 2021 blivit sjuk i Covid-19 och tvingats till karantän. Jag var aldrig särskilt dålig, men som för många andra var det en långdragen process och därför tillbringade jag tre veckors tid i ett undantagstillstånd där ramarna var just få, tydliga och konkreta: Inte umgås med någon förrän du haft två feberfria dagar och mår tydligt bättre. Jag fick det jag behövde levererat av anhöriga till min dörr. Sjukdomen gjorde att jag vare sig hade ork eller lust att laga mat så jag levde på yoghurt, stekt haloumi och marmeladmackor. Jag skapade tillfälliga egna, nästan hemliga, rutiner i detta fort som är min lilla lägenhet.Allt sedan tonåren har tanken på att bli sängliggande, sjukhusbunden, under en längre tid lockat mig. Jag har inte sett sjukdom framför mig då, jag har sett ett undantagstillstånd. En situation där ramarna är få och tydliga och där de skänker mig obruten tid att läsa, tänka och skriva. Inget annat som stör. Men vad jag i min Covid-karantän inte gjorde var att skriva. Det jag alltid annars beklagar att jag inte får tillräckligt med tid till. Det jag älskar. När min fantasi om en sådan begränsad och inrutad tillvaro i vilken kreativiteten kan frodas blev verklighet, då sprack drömmen.När jag sedan släpptes ut ur min isolerade tillvaro och återigen översköljdes av frihet (även om den ju tillfälligt var mer begränsad än vanligt för oss alla under pandemin), men också avkrävdes val och prestationer, tittade jag längtansfullt tillbaka in i mitt karantänfort. Jag bannade mig själv för att jag inte bättre hade klarat av att nyttja och njuta mer av det som undantagstillståndet brukar erbjuda mig. En begränsad hög med byggklossar att, om än tillfälligt, skapa mig själv med. Ta det jag var tilldelad och skapa mig en tillvaro, en identitet. I detta fall också en identitet jag så länge eftersträvat och sett som den ultimata versionen av mig själv: den enslige författaren som inte har tid eller lust med värdsliga ting, utan som obrydd av omvärlden skapar och skapar.Kanske har jag föreställt mig en liknande tillvaro som Hans Castorps i Thomas Manns roman "Bergtagen". I romanen kommer Castorp som besökare till det luxuösa sanatoriet Berghof men blir på en läkares inrådan inlagd och stannar sedan i flera år. Castorp är, till skillnad från den tuberkulosdrabbade kusin han kom för att besöka, inte särskilt lungsjuk och kan på så vis njuta av den tydligt reglerade men kulturellt givande vistelsen. I likhet med Castorps situation har min dröm om att bli sängliggande handlat om just undantagstillståndet och den möjlighet till kontemplation, bildning och kreativitet jag fantiserat om att det möjliggör.Men när möjligheten gavs gick fantasin inte att förverkliga. I stället inmundigade jag passivt den ena skräpiga tv-serien efter den andra. Jo visst, några förlupna rader i dagboken och någon enstaka läst roman kom jag mig också för. Men inte erbjöd detta undantagstillstånd den där ljuva känslan av bubblande kreativitet, i vilket jag hade kunnat förfina min författaridentitet. Varför fungerade det inte denna gång? Kanske är sjukdom det enkla svaret på varför det uteblev. Kanske sätter virus faktiskt käppar i hjulet för skapande.Jag tänker på Emily Dickinson, den amerikanska poeten som levde mycket isolerat men som obönhörligen skrev, skrev, skrev. Instängd på sitt sovrum, där hon knappt träffade några andra än de närmaste, skrev Dickinson dikter och brev som efter hennes död gjort henne till en av västvärldens främsta poeter. Teorierna om hennes eventuella sjukdomstillstånd har främst rört sig om psykiatriska diagnoser, men skrev i isolation, det gjorde hon.Efter min Covid-karantän har jag börjat tivla på om jag skulle klara ett sådant liv jag så länge drömt om. Där Dickinsons förmodat psykiatriska tillstånd gjorde henne produktiv tycktes sjukdomskarantänen istället göra mig passiv. För det är ju inte sjukdom jag drömmer om. Jag drömmer om ett kreativt tillstånd och en identitet som skrivande människa. Att jag förlägger den drömmen i karantänen och sängliggandet, att jag fåfängt jämför mig med Dickinson, handlar snarare om den djupt rotade föreställningen om att den kvinnliga skrivakten måste ske i avskildhet. För att drömma om en kreativ identitet måste jag först drömma om kvinnligt kodad sjukdom.Och tar vi det ett steg längre handlar denna envisa dröm inte heller om kreativitet eller möjligheten att iscensätta en identitet. Den handlar, som så många av våra drömmar, om frihet. Men inte den sortens frihet som är formad av det moderna samhällets försök till ändlösa valmöjligheter, inte den frihet vi tror vi besitter då vi försöker forma våra identiteter. Utan den frihet som uppstår när vi slipper fatta beslut. När vi i stället för att oavbrutet behöva välja, får tid och ro att ägna oss åt det vi verkligen vill. Luther menade att människan blir fri genom sin tro, och vad är tro om inte att underkasta sig? Här finns kanske kärnan i min dröm om den strikt begränsade tillvaron, i drömmen om undantagstillståndet.Jag underkastar mig andras lagar och regler, inte för att tuktas utan för att bli fri.Maria Andersson Vogel, kulturskribent och doktor i socialt arbete

Wie lebt ein Mann, der 400 Millionen Euro besitzt? Wir haben Ernst Prost, den Ex-Chef des Öl-Unternehmens Liqui Moly, besucht! In seiner Rente hat er einen radikalen Lebenswandel vollzogen und genießt nun ein einfaches, ruhiges Leben auf einem bayerischen Berghof.

Er ist eine Ikone der deutschen Wirtschaft: Ernst Prost, der Ex-Chef des Öl-Unternehmens Liqui Moly, hat nach dem Verkauf der Firma einen krassen Lebenswandel vollzogen und lebt nun in einem Berghof in Bayern.

Er ist eine Ikone der deutschen Wirtschaft: Ernst Prost, der Ex-Chef des Öl-Unternehmens Liqui Moly, hat nach dem Verkauf der Firma einen krassen Lebenswandel vollzogen und lebt nun in einem Berghof in Bayern.

In Italy, Il Duce is overthrown. So Hitler stages a daring mission to rescue his fascist partner. With the Red Army rampant, another epochal battle sends the Wehrmacht on the retreat. Soon, more bad news will reach the Berghof, as Allied troops start landing in Normandy. But with the Führer fast asleep in his quarters, will anyone dare to break it to him? As featured on Real Dictators. A Noiser production, written by Jeff Dawson. For ad-free listening, bonus material and early access to new episodes, join Noiser+. Now available for Apple and Android users. Click the Noiser+ banner on Apple or go to noiser.com/subscriptions to get started with a 7-day free trial. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In Italy, Il Duce is overthrown. So Hitler stages a daring mission to rescue his fascist partner. With the Red Army rampant, another epochal battle sends the Wehrmacht on the retreat. Soon, more bad news will reach the Berghof, as Allied troops start landing in Normandy. But with the Führer fast asleep in his quarters, will anyone dare to break it to him? A Noiser production, written by Jeff Dawson. This is Part 23 of the Hitler Story. Scroll down the Real Dictators feed for earlier episodes. For ad-free listening, exclusive content and early access to new episodes, join Noiser+. Click the Noiser+ banner to get started with a 7-day free trial. Or, if you're on Spotify or Android, go to noiser.com/subscriptions. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Pour vous abonner à nos 300 émissions hebdomadaires d'une heure sans publicité pour seulement 2€ par mois, avec une nouvelle émission chaque jeudi rien de plus simple, cliquez ici : https://m.audiomeans.fr/s/S-tavkjvmo Le dernier grand témoignage sur Hitler intime. Le commandant SS Heinz Linge (1913-1980) fut, pendant dix ans, le majordome d'Adolf Hitler. Cet ancien maçon intègre les rangs militaires dès 1933 pour devenir dans un premier temps garde du corps. Il intègre peu à peu le cercle restreint de son maître, dont il est l'un des plus fidèles partisans. Voici enfin la traduction française de ses Mémoires ( With Hitler to the End) que les spécialistes considèrent comme un témoignage de premier ordre pour sa description de l'intime du Führer, petit bout de la lorgnette d'événements considérables au filtre des banalités de la vie domestique. Se révèlent au fil des pages la politique et la guerre ; le gouvernement et les loisirs ; les collègues de l'entourage direct et les dignitaires repus ; les quartiers généraux et la Chancellerie ; le cérémonial et la décontraction ; enfin, les voyages et les séjours au Berghof. Linge resta aux côtés d'Hitler jusqu'à la fin, réglant après son suicide l'opération d'escamotage de sa dépouille, qu'il sortira du bunker pour y mettre le feu. Il tenta ensuite de sauver sa peau, avec moins de succès : il est capturé par les Soviétiques. Commence alors la deuxième grande aventure de sa vie, celle-ci bien moins agréable et confortable. La documentation moscovite nous révèle ainsi qu'il fut un des grands témoins utilisés par les services de sécurité et le ministère de l'Intérieur Béria pour rédiger à l'attention de Staline un épais " dossier Hitler ". Présenté et commenté par Thierry Lentz, ce document exceptionnel entrera rapidement dans les bibliothèques de tous les amateurs des secrets du IIIe Reich. Pour Xpresso, Thierry Lentz revient sur son ouvrage.

Im Laufe seiner Diktatur schuf sich Hitler einen inneren Ring an Personen, mit denen er sich meist auf dem Berghof in Obersalzberg umgab. Nähe zu Hitler bedeutete Macht, viele Personen versuchten alles, um in die Gunst des Diktators zu kommen und dadurch in einflussreiche Positionen zu gelangen. Hermann Fegelein heiratete Mitte 1944 Margarete Gretl Braun, die jüngere Schwester von Eva Braun, sicherte sich dadurch einen festen Platz in Hitler Umgebung, und wurde damit gegen Kriegsende sogar sein Schwager. Als Kommandant verschiedener berittener Einheiten war Fegelein für die Ermordung von zehntausenden Menschen verantwortlich und entvölkerte ganze Landstriche in den besetzten Ostgebieten. In diesem Video geht es um die Verbrechen von Hermann Fegelein, seinem Aufstieg im Nazi-Reich und seinem Schicksal gegen Kriegsende.

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El historiador Lukasz Kazek se adentra en la residencia de Berghof. Una casa cuartel en los Alpes Bávaros, apodado Nido del Águila, que Hitler usaba como puesto de mando para dirigir las ofensivas.

Undantagstillståndet tycks utöva en särskild dragningskraft på människan. Men vad handlar den här längtan om, egentligen? Det funderar Maria Andersson Vogel på i den här essän. ESSÄ: Detta är en text där skribenten reflekterar över ett ämne eller ett verk. Åsikter som uttrycks är skribentens egna.Så länge jag kan minnas har jag tyckt om undantagstillstånd. När gränserna tillfälligt dras om och dras upp kring en liten luftficka vid sidan av det som är världen. Där ramarna är få men konkreta. Det här är vad du nu har att förhålla dig till. Kanske är det ett tecken på att jag är rädd för friheten, för de stora vidderna. Att jag är rädd för allt som sägs vara möjligt att göra och vara i den värld jag vanligtvis lever i. Men jag känner mig oftast friare när reglerna är tvingande. Eller nej. Inte när reglerna är tvingande, men när ramarna är klara. När det tydligt framgår vad som är möjligt och omöjligt.Ett måhända banalt men konkret exempel på detta är kläders funktion som identitetsuttryck när man är på resande fot. Bortrest är jag begränsad av de plagg som ryms i min väska. Jag har inte min fulla garderob, jag saknar den annars nästan oändliga möjligheten till kombination av alla plagg jag samlat på mig genom åren nu när jag är över 40, tjänar bra och sällan slänger något. I stället får jag lov att bygga mig min identitet med de få plagg jag packat ned. Det väcker min kreativitet, det får mig att bestämma mig för att det banne mig ska gå att göra något av detta. Jag ska kunna iscensätta mig själv, trots de begränsade verktygen. Kanske är det också så enkelt som att det finns en tröst i att tvingas gilla läget och klara sig med det man har?Jag tänkte mycket på detta med undantagstillståndet som plats efter att jag under våren 2021 blivit sjuk i Covid-19 och tvingats till karantän. Jag var aldrig särskilt dålig, men som för många andra var det en långdragen process och därför tillbringade jag tre veckors tid i ett undantagstillstånd där ramarna var just få, tydliga och konkreta: Inte umgås med någon förrän du haft två feberfria dagar och mår tydligt bättre. Jag fick det jag behövde levererat av anhöriga till min dörr. Sjukdomen gjorde att jag vare sig hade ork eller lust att laga mat så jag levde på yoghurt, stekt haloumi och marmeladmackor. Jag skapade tillfälliga egna, nästan hemliga, rutiner i detta fort som är min lilla lägenhet.Allt sedan tonåren har tanken på att bli sängliggande, sjukhusbunden, under en längre tid lockat mig. Jag har inte sett sjukdom framför mig då, jag har sett ett undantagstillstånd. En situation där ramarna är få och tydliga och där de skänker mig obruten tid att läsa, tänka och skriva. Inget annat som stör. Men vad jag i min Covid-karantän inte gjorde var att skriva. Det jag alltid annars beklagar att jag inte får tillräckligt med tid till. Det jag älskar. När min fantasi om en sådan begränsad och inrutad tillvaro i vilken kreativiteten kan frodas blev verklighet, då sprack drömmen.När jag sedan släpptes ut ur min isolerade tillvaro och återigen översköljdes av frihet (även om den ju tillfälligt var mer begränsad än vanligt för oss alla under pandemin), men också avkrävdes val och prestationer, tittade jag längtansfullt tillbaka in i mitt karantänfort. Jag bannade mig själv för att jag inte bättre hade klarat av att nyttja och njuta mer av det som undantagstillståndet brukar erbjuda mig. En begränsad hög med byggklossar att, om än tillfälligt, skapa mig själv med. Ta det jag var tilldelad och skapa mig en tillvaro, en identitet. I detta fall också en identitet jag så länge eftersträvat och sett som den ultimata versionen av mig själv: den enslige författaren som inte har tid eller lust med värdsliga ting, utan som obrydd av omvärlden skapar och skapar.Kanske har jag föreställt mig en liknande tillvaro som Hans Castorps i Thomas Manns roman "Bergtagen". I romanen kommer Castorp som besökare till det luxuösa sanatoriet Berghof men blir på en läkares inrådan inlagd och stannar sedan i flera år. Castorp är, till skillnad från den tuberkulosdrabbade kusin han kom för att besöka, inte särskilt lungsjuk och kan på så vis njuta av den tydligt reglerade men kulturellt givande vistelsen. I likhet med Castorps situation har min dröm om att bli sängliggande handlat om just undantagstillståndet och den möjlighet till kontemplation, bildning och kreativitet jag fantiserat om att det möjliggör.Men när möjligheten gavs gick fantasin inte att förverkliga. I stället inmundigade jag passivt den ena skräpiga tv-serien efter den andra. Jo visst, några förlupna rader i dagboken och någon enstaka läst roman kom jag mig också för. Men inte erbjöd detta undantagstillstånd den där ljuva känslan av bubblande kreativitet, i vilket jag hade kunnat förfina min författaridentitet. Varför fungerade det inte denna gång? Kanske är sjukdom det enkla svaret på varför det uteblev. Kanske sätter virus faktiskt käppar i hjulet för skapande.Jag tänker på Emily Dickinson, den amerikanska poeten som levde mycket isolerat men som obönhörligen skrev, skrev, skrev. Instängd på sitt sovrum, där hon knappt träffade några andra än de närmaste, skrev Dickinson dikter och brev som efter hennes död gjort henne till en av västvärldens främsta poeter. Teorierna om hennes eventuella sjukdomstillstånd har främst rört sig om psykiatriska diagnoser, men skrev i isolation, det gjorde hon.Efter min Covid-karantän har jag börjat tivla på om jag skulle klara ett sådant liv jag så länge drömt om. Där Dickinsons förmodat psykiatriska tillstånd gjorde henne produktiv tycktes sjukdomskarantänen istället göra mig passiv. För det är ju inte sjukdom jag drömmer om. Jag drömmer om ett kreativt tillstånd och en identitet som skrivande människa. Att jag förlägger den drömmen i karantänen och sängliggandet, att jag fåfängt jämför mig med Dickinson, handlar snarare om den djupt rotade föreställningen om att den kvinnliga skrivakten måste ske i avskildhet. För att drömma om en kreativ identitet måste jag först drömma om kvinnligt kodad sjukdom.Och tar vi det ett steg längre handlar denna envisa dröm inte heller om kreativitet eller möjligheten att iscensätta en identitet. Den handlar, som så många av våra drömmar, om frihet. Men inte den sortens frihet som är formad av det moderna samhällets försök till ändlösa valmöjligheter, inte den frihet vi tror vi besitter då vi försöker forma våra identiteter. Utan den frihet som uppstår när vi slipper fatta beslut. När vi i stället för att oavbrutet behöva välja, får tid och ro att ägna oss åt det vi verkligen vill. Luther menade att människan blir fri genom sin tro, och vad är tro om inte att underkasta sig? Här finns kanske kärnan i min dröm om den strikt begränsade tillvaron, i drömmen om undantagstillståndet.Jag underkastar mig andras lagar och regler, inte för att tuktas utan för att bli fri.Maria Andersson Vogel, kulturskribent och doktor i socialt arbete

Elizabeth B. Splaine, author, shares her World War II historical fiction novel: Swan Song. This is episode 461 of Teaching Learning Leading K12, an audio podcast. Elizabeth B. Splaine is a retired opera singer who enjoys reading and writing WWII stories that focus on tenacity, hope and the indomitable human spirit.  Prior to writing, Elizabeth earned an AB in Psychology from Duke University and an MHA from University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill.  She spent eleven years working in health care before switching careers to become a professional opera singer and voice teacher. When not writing, Elizabeth teaches classical voice in Rhode Island, where she lives with her husband, sons, and dogs Today we are focused on her novel Swan Song. A little about Swan Song... Ursula Becker's operatic star is on the rise in Nazi Berlin…until she discovers that she is one-quarter Jewish, a mischling of the second degree. Although Hitler is aware of her lineage, her popularity and exquisite voice protect her and her family from persecution. As Ursula's violin-prodigy half-sister comes of age, she comes to the attention of the Führer, who welcomes the awestruck teenager into his elite, private circle. When William Patrick Hitler arrives in Germany and is offered employment by his doting Uncle Adolf, a chance encounter with Ursula leads to a romantic relationship that further shields the young diva from mistreatment. But for how long? Restrictions on Hitler's perceived enemies tighten, and Ursula is ordered to sing at Hitler's Berghof estate. There she throws down a gauntlet that unleashes the wrath of the vindictive megalomaniacal leader. Fearing for her life, Ursula and Willy decide to emigrate to England. But as the ship is about to sail, Ursula disappears. Desperately hoping that Ursula is still alive, Willy crosses the globe in an effort to find her, even as his obsessive uncle taunts him, relishing in the horror of the murderous cat-and-mouse game. Thanks for listening. But wait... Could you do me a favor? Please go to my website at https://www.stevenmiletto.com/reviews/ or open the podcast app that you are listening to me on and would you rate and review the podcast? That would be Awesome. Thanks! Ready to start your own podcast? Podbean is an awesome host. I have been with them since 2013. Go to https://www.podbean.com/TLLK12 to get 1 month free of unlimited hosting for your new podcast.  Remember to take a look at NVTA (National Virtual Teacher Association) The NVTA Certification Process was created to establish a valid and reliable research-based teacher qualification training process for virtual teachers to enhance their teaching and develop their ongoing reflective skills to improve teaching capacity. NVTA is an affiliate sponsor of Teaching Learning Leading K12, by following the link above if you purchase a program, Teaching Learning Leading K12 will get a commission and you will help the show continue to grow.  Don't forget to go to my other affiliate sponsor Boone's Titanium Rings at www.boonerings.com. When you order a ring use my code - TLLK12 - at checkout to get 10% off and help the podcast get a commission. Oh by the way, you can help support Teaching Learning Leading K12 by buying me a soft drink (actually making a donation to Teaching Learning Leading K12.) That would be awesome! You would be helping expand the show with equipment and other resources to keep the show moving upward. Just go to https://www.buymeacoffee.com/stevenmiletto Thanks! Connect & Learn More: https://elizabethsplaineauthor.com/ https://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-B.-Splaine/e/B0714KYS7G%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B098BWD4GY/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0 Length - 01:08:11

In dieser Woche im Interview: Andreas Berghof ist seit 6 Jahren Trainer beim Damenteam des Landesligisten FC Rottenburg. Im Interview mit Moritz von Match.Report spricht er über die vergangene Zeit und warum er nun eine neue Herausforderung im Herrenbereich sucht. Hier geht's zu Moritz: https://www.instagram.com/moritzliss/ Sportlerfrühstück ist ein Podcast von @Match.Report. sportlerfruehstueck@matchreport.de IG: @match.report | @match.report.fussball YT: Match.Report

Tänzerin hatte sie eigentlich werden wollen, aber für eine Ausbildung fehlte zu Hause das Geld. Traudl musste es selbst verdienen und arbeitete nebenbei als Sekretärin. Übergangsweise, wie sie dachte. Autorin: Heide Soltau

Si bien los primeros años del nazismo la economía alemana sufre una mejora, a medida que la economía del país comienza de nuevo a flaquear, los nazis planean las invasiones y anexiones de los países vecinos en busca de su espacio vital. Con el antisemitismo ya como una de las características de la política nazi comienzan con las purgas raciales masivas mientras los líderes del círculo interno cercano al Fuhrer luchan por ganarse el favor de Hitler.

In Folge #9 stellt Christian Neusch, Gastgeber im Familotel Allgäuer Berghof, sein auf Familienurlaub spezialisiertes Hotel vor, das in Alleinlage auf 1.200 Metern inmitten des Naturparks Nagelfluh für ganz besondere Familienerlebnisse sorgt.

1935. Los nazis dan sus primeros pasos en el escenario europeo planeando las invasiones y una purga racial en unos momentos de incertidumbre económica. Los líderes del círculo interno luchan por ganarse el favor de Hitler, todos maniobran para posicionarse

El cuartel más lujosa de Adolf Hitler estaba ubicada en Berchtesgaden en los Alpes de Salzburgo. En los años 1936-1945 también fue su hogar, un lugar donde pasó un total de 387 días. A raíz de Hitler, otras figuras destacadas del Tercer Reich también llegaron a esta región. Hermann Goering, Martin Bormann y Albert Speer construyeron sus villas lo más cerca posible del Berghof. Las historias de Berchtesgaden describen uno de los mecanismos de propaganda más eficaces. A través de los ojos de Eva Braun, se puede ver la vida aparentemente idílica de Hitler y sus invitados en una residencia alpina. Era el único cuartel general de Hitler al que tenían acceso los hijos de sus asociados. El "tío Hitler" los invitaba con los brazos abiertos y pasó tardes soleadas con ellos en medio de la diversión.

El cuartel más lujosa de Adolf Hitler estaba ubicada en Berchtesgaden en los Alpes de Salzburgo. En los años 1936-1945 también fue su hogar, un lugar donde pasó un total de 387 días. A raíz de Hitler, otras figuras destacadas del Tercer Reich también llegaron a esta región. Hermann Goering, Martin Bormann y Albert Speer construyeron sus villas lo más cerca posible del Berghof. Las historias de Berchtesgaden describen uno de los mecanismos de propaganda más eficaces. A través de los ojos de Eva Braun, se puede ver la vida aparentemente idílica de Hitler y sus invitados en una residencia alpina. Era el único cuartel general de Hitler al que tenían acceso los hijos de sus asociados. El "tío Hitler" los invitaba con los brazos abiertos y pasó tardes soleadas con ellos en medio de la diversión.

Piotr Dlugolecki, head of technology, discusses three points in this episode: 1- the techno-economical values of Berghof’s tubular UF, 2- B-smart ecosystem to run B-UF in a reliable and optimised way, 3- B-care service to develop a solution from an idea or technical challenges till the realization of an industrial water solution.

Krigen var over, og Leni forsøkte å lappe sammen livet i et sønderbombet Tyskland, men det skulle raskt vise seg at dette kun var begynnelsen på prøvelsene hennes. I den fransk-okkuperte sonen ble hun en brikke i et maktspill mellom ulike fraksjoner i de franske styresmaktene. Samtidig begynte ryktene i pressen. Fortellinger om hvordan hun hadde danset naken for Hitler i Berghof, og om hvordan hun brukte fanger fra konsentrasjonsleirene i filmene sine var med på å fremstille Leni Riefenstahl som selve bildet på nazistenes dekadanse. http://taakeprat.comVipps – 621533

L'opération Foxley était un plan élaboré par le Special Operations Executive britannique pour assassiner Adolf Hitler durant la Seconde Guerre mondiale, mais il ne fut pas exécuté.Même si cette tentative d'assassinat n'a pas été mise en œuvre, les historiens pensent que la date la plus probable d'exécution du plan était le 13 ou le 14 juillet 1944 quand Hitler séjournait dans sa résidence du Berghof dans les Alpes bavaroises.Le plan était d'abattre Hitler pendant sa promenade matinale quotidienne qu'il faisait sans réelle protection, pour se rendre au salon de thé du complexe du Berghof. Il était prévu de parachuter une équipe de deux hommes dans une zone proche du complexe. Ces soldats, l'un parlant couramment l'allemand et l'autre tireur d'élite devaient pénétrer ensuite dans le complexe et trouver une position de tir pour abattre Hitler.Espions Histoires Vraies est un podcast de Studio Minuit.Retrouvez nos autres productions :Crimes : Histoires vraiesEspions : Histoires vraies Morts Insolites : Histoires vraies Meurtres en France : Histoires vraiesSherlock Holmes - Les enquêtes1 Mot 1 Jour : Le pouvoir des motsJe comprends R : le dictionnaire du nouveau millénaire Soutenez ce podcast http://supporter.acast.com/espions-histoires-vraies. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Eva Braun put up with more than we think to be a Nazi dictator's consort. Hitler suffered from uncontrollable flatulence -- an ailment that poisoned the atmosphere at the Berghof and may have hastened the end of the war.

Big Al at the Winchester says wolves can't look backwards. Discover other strange medieval folk beliefs and attitudes towards wolves based on folk tales, fables and medieval bestiaries.  Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/historyandfolklorepodcast/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/historyandfolklore/ Transcript: The Wolf and the Lamb   A wolf saw a lamb straying from the flock. Unusually, he felt somewhat guilty about taking the life of such a helpless creature without some plausible excuse. So he cast about in his mind for some believable grievance.At last the wolf said to the lamb, ‘I remember you. Last year you grossly insulted me.' That's impossible, cried that lamb, I hadn't even been born then! Well then, said the wolf, you feed on the grass on my land. That's not right, said the lamb, I have never tasted grass. You drink from my spring then, continued the wolf. Not me, squeaked the lamb,I have never drunk anything but milk, Well, anyhow, replied the wolf, I am not going without my dinner. And he sprang upon the lamb and devoured it without more ado. Hello, welcome to History and Folklore, where we look at different folk beliefs through history and how these beliefs have shaped people's perceptions of nature through time. Today we're looking at wolves and because that's a huge subject in folklore we're going to focus it down just to early medieval England. I might widen this out to talk about perceptions of wolves in different countries in a future episode, if people are interested.  Wolves were once actually pretty common in medieval England, and would have been a familiar sight to many people travelling through the countryside of living in villages or town outskirts. Their prevalence is reflected in the use of wolf hides as tribute among kings and nobility, with King Edwin, in 953 AD, demanding a tribute of three hundred wolf skins per year. Wolf hides have also been discovered at burial sites, suggesting they were associated with power, status and wealth.Possibly because of their prevalence, wolves were seen as a pest, and a threat to livestock. As early as 300BC Celtic tribes in England bred wolfhounds to hunt wolves. A thousand years later the monk and scholar Bede claimed that the entire month of January was originally known as ‘wolf month' as it was devoted to the slaughter of wolves. This attitude of seeing wolves as a harmful menace to be exterminated continued into the medieval period, culminating in King Edward I hiring a man called Peter Corbet in 1281 to ‘take and destroy all the wolves he could find.' Peter Corbett was apparently successful, and along with the destruction of a lot of their natural habitat for agriculture, wolves became increasingly rare. The last mention of them in England was in 1305 when it was recorded that they killed eight cattle in the forest of Lancaster. redo Authors of encyclopedias in the Medieval era such as Isidore of Seville, in the 7th century, and Bartholomaeus Anglicus, in the 13th century, argued that the Latin word for wolf, lupus, was most likely to have come from the Greek ‘lukos' as it, apparently, ‘indicates the morals of wolves', which ‘rapaciously kill whatever they encounter and always desire blood' and slaughter whatever they found in a ‘frenzy of violence.' As a result of this Isidore placed wolves within the category of ‘beasts.' According to him all animals in this group could be identified as they shared  particular characteristics. Most notable of these was that they would attack forcefully with their mouth or claws, but also that they had wildness and freedom, and an ability to ‘wander wherever their spirit leads.' As with a lot of ideas in Medieval England, these seem to go back to Ancient Greek authors with Pliny referring to wolves as ‘cruel and fierce' and Aristotle claiming they were ‘wild and untameable.' The apparent violent and bloodthirsty nature of wolves is one that was obviously feared by the majority of people and was strongly imprinted upon their conscious.The majority of images of wolves from this era depicts them sneaking up to the sheepfolds to destroy livestock. This experience of wolves would have been the one that affected the majority of people in rural England, and wolves would have been seen at best as a nuisance and at worse as direct competition for food, particularly true during times of dearth. There was also a common fear in medieval society of man-eating wolves, which was expressed through popular folklore. There was a belief that when a wolf was attacked by a group of people, he would remember who threw the first stone and kill that person if he was harmed.  Strangely, it was believed that if a wolf saw a man before he was spotted, the man would lose his voice, causing him to be unable to cry out for help. If this happened it was said that the solution would be for the man to strip and hit rocks together to prevent the wolf from attacking, which I guess must have made some sort of sense at the time. If a person was in a group and suddenly lost his voice, an onlooker was to say ‘lupus in fabula',translated as ‘wolf in the story' in order to restore the person's voice. If, however, a man saw a wolf first then it was believed that the wolf would lose his fury and would not attack.  However, there were also some positive attributes associated with the wolf in folklore. For example it was said to be good luck for travellers to approach a wolf, but only if they were approaching from the right, the wolf was barring their way and the wolf was eating large mouthfuls of dirt, which seems so specific as to be nearly useless, as I doubt it would have been a situation that occurred all that often. Pliny is also quoted by medieval writers such as Bartholomaeus, as saying that wolves had a love potion in a tuft in the tip of their tails, which had to be taken while the wolf was alive, and which the wolf would bite off if there was a danger of it being trapped by humans.  Wolves also seem to be very connected to sheep in the mind of the average medieval person. They were seen as being so detrimental to sheep that the wool of a sheep attacked by a wolf would become lousy and infected, while the sheep gut strings on a harp would become corrupt if a string made of wolf gut was added. Wolves' position within popular stories are also generally quite negative. Aesop's fables, popular during this period, include such tales as the wolf and the lamb, read at the beginning of this episode, in which the wolf tries to use a false excuse to kill the lamb before just eating him anyway and the ‘wolf and the shepherd', where the wolf gains the trust of a shepherd before attacking his sheep. Both of these reflect the widespread mistrust and fear of wolves as dishonest and violent.  On the other hand, wolves could also play a humorous role, for example in the stories of ‘Reynard the Fox' the wolf, Isegrim, was known for being strong, but greedy and stupid. Ultimately Reynard manages to outwit and kill Isegrim in a fight by distracting him by talking just as Isegrim is about to make the winning blow. In these tales wolves were chosen for the moral they could teach the audience. However, it is also possible that their comic portrayal may have been an attempt to diminish fear through humour, or may have dated from a period when wolves were perceived as less of a threat due to their scarcity. This negative attitude towards wolves also reflected in the religious sphere of medieval life. It was generally believed during this time that animals were granted their characteristics by God as an example of proper conduct for humans to imitate, or to reinforce the teachings of the Bible. In these teachings, used by priests in sermons to convey a moral message to their congregation, wolves were often portrayed as the devil prowling outside the sheep-fold of the faithful.  Bestiary and encyclopedic literature was particularly good at reinforcing these connections. The Aberdeen bestiary claims that wolves have eyes that shine in the dark because, like the works of the devil, they appear beautiful to foolish people, leading them astray. Bartholomaeus and Isidore stated that another possible origin for ‘lupus' was from the Greek ‘leo-pos', meaning ‘lion-footed' as it was widely believed that the wolf's strength, like the lion, was in its feet and the front of its body, the head, neck shoulders and chest. This was interpreted as being a reminder from God that the devil was first an angel in heaven and then turned apostate. These interpretations are obviously intended to prompt the reader to look at nature, remember that it was made by god, and interpret the message that God was communicating.  Wolves also appear to have a strong connection with thunder. It was believed in the early medieval period that there were only twelve days in the year that wolves would mate and that they would then give birth in May, when it thundered, as this was reminiscent of the devil falling from heaven. It was also widely believed that the wolf was unable to turn its neck to look behind it, apart from in May, as ‘like the devil, it can never turn towards the correction of penitence.' The story that seems to encapsulate the medieval attitude to wolves is one told about St Francis of Assisi. In this story a town being terrorized by a wolf, to the extent that the inhabitants were afraid to leave the city walls. This associates the wolf firmly as part of the wilderness, being outside of society and therefore an entity to be feared and avoided. The fact that St Francis manages to tame the wolf, and construct an agreement between the wolf and townspeople seems to reflect the power of God over evil, while the phrase he speaks to the wolf ‘all men cry out against thee, the dogs pursue thee and all the inhabitants of this city are thy enemies', reflects the expected relationship between wolves and humans during this period. Thank you for listening to this episode of the History and Folklore Podcast. If you enjoyed the episode I would really appreciate it if you could follow me on Facebook at History and Folklore Podcast or Instagram at history and folklore, where you will be notified of future episodes and also discover lots or random history and folklore facts.You can also get in touch by emailing me at historyandfolklorepodcast@gmail.com. Thank you for listening, and I hope to see you for the next episode.             Sources Used: Aesop, Aesop's Fables, http://www.netlibrary.com.ezproxy.lib.le.ac.uk/Reader. Badke, D., ed., ‘Wolf', The Medieval Bestiary: Animals in the Medieval Ages (April, 2008) http://bestiary.ca/beasts/beast180.htm. Bagley, A., ‘A Wolf at School' The Virtual Museum of Education Iconics (April, 2007) http://iconics.cehd.umn.edu/lecture_Hall/wolf_at_school.htm. Barber, R., Bestiary: Being an English version of the Bodleian Library, Oxford M.S. Bodley 764 (Woodbridge, 1992). Hudleston, R., The Little Flowers of St Francis of Assisi (New York, 2005). Lewis, W. J., Beach, J. A. and Berghof, O., The Etymologies of Isidore of Seville (Cambridge and New York, 2006). McClintock, D., & McClintock. P.L., eds., Song and Legend from the Middle Ages (1893). McKnight, G. H., ‘The Middle English Vox and Wolf', PMLA, vol. 23, no. 3 (1908), pp. 497-509. Nilson, G., ‘Persecution and Hunting: Wolves, Wild Dogs and Foxes: Page 8' Endangered Species Handbook (2003),  Trevisa, J., ‘On the Properties of Things' Bartholomaeus Anglicus De Proprietatibus Rerum: : A Critical Text Volume II (Oxford, 1975). Yalden, D., The History of British Mammals (London, 1999).

Nadat de nazi’s in 1933 de totale macht hadden gegrepen werden alle middelen ingezet om het Duitse volk totale gehoorzaamheid op te leggen. Met moderne communicatiemiddelen als film en radio waren de mogelijkheden van het regime om de harten van de mensen te winnen groter dan ooit.Dit mondde uit in een totale leiderscultus. Hitler wordt gepresenteerd als meer dan zomaar een leider: hij was de uitverkorene, zo niet zelf een God, dan toch door een hogere macht gezonden om het Duitse volk te redden van de ondergang. Zijn beeltenis was overal te zien, het was een grote eer om Hitler als peetvader of als ereburger van je stad te hebben en zijn buitenverblijf de Berghof werd een heus bedevaartsoord.In deze aflevering van Adolf bespreken we de historische wortels van het fenomeen heersercultus, hoe dat er in het Derde Rijk aan toe ging en hedendaagse voorbeelden.

In September of 1938, the British Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain travelled to meet with Adolf Hitler for discussions at his private mountain retreat. It was hoped they would prevent Europe's then seemingly inevitable descent into war. Whilst he was there he noticed a painting. Hitler explained that the compassionate soldier was a man by the name of Henry Tandey and claimed that he owed him his life.

Jim reflects on a Sci-Fi film that has attained cult status over the years, 1951's "Red Planet Mars," starring Peter Graves, Andrea King, Herbert Berghof, Walter Sande and Morris Ankrum. A scientist claims to have communicated with Mars leading to tension between the two major powers. What impact will that knowledge have on mankind? It is all ahead in this episode of "Monster Attack!"

In March of 2019, several personal diaries belonging to Adolf Hitler and his wife Eva Braun were unearthed from beneath the ruins where Hitler's residence, the Berghof, used to be. World-renowned historians and professors Doctor Ezra Weinberg and Dr. H. Goldstein discuss the shocking and enlightening revelations within.

In dieser Radioreise nimmt Sie Alexander Tauscher mit auf den Obersalzberg. Er liegt im äußersten Südosten Bayerns, im Zwei-Länder-Eck mit Österreich. Dieser Berg verkörpert traumhafte Natur in einer der beliebtesten Urlaubsregionen Deutschlands. Doch dieser Berg hat auch eine sehr dunkle Geschichte. Diese Geschichte rollen wir ausführlich aus, bei unserem Rundgang durch das Dokumentationszentrum Obersalzberg. Der Kurator erzählt uns, wie der Berghof am Obersalzberg ein Machtzentrum der Nazis wurde, wie Adolf Hitler auch von hier aus seine grausame Politik plante. Die Idylle der Berge als Kulisse der Nazi-Schergen, wie sprechen über die bewusste Inszenierung von damals. Diese Gespräche untermalen wir mit historischen Klängen und markanten Tönen jener Zeit. Aber wir zeigen Ihnen gleichzeitig, dass Urlaub auf dem Obersalzberg heute auch einfach Entspannung und Genießen sein kann, Wandern und Weitblick. Denn wir haben uns ein Luxus-Refugium ausgesucht, mit Blick vom Watzmann bis nach Salzburg. Viel Spaß auf dieser Radioreise zum Obersalzberg!

In dieser Radioreise nimmt Sie Alexander Tauscher mit auf den Obersalzberg. Er liegt im äußersten Südosten Bayerns, im Zwei-Länder-Eck mit Österreich. Dieser Berg verkörpert traumhafte Natur in einer der beliebtesten Urlaubsregionen Deutschlands. Doch dieser Berg hat auch eine sehr dunkle Geschichte. Diese Geschichte rollen wir ausführlich aus, bei unserem Rundgang durch das Dokumentationszentrum Obersalzberg. Der Kurator erzählt uns, wie der Berghof am Obersalzberg ein Machtzentrum der Nazis wurde, wie Adolf Hitler auch von hier aus seine grausame Politik plante. Die Idylle der Berge als Kulisse der Nazi-Schergen, wie sprechen über die bewusste Inszenierung von damals. Diese Gespräche untermalen wir mit historischen Klängen und markanten Tönen jener Zeit. Aber wir zeigen Ihnen gleichzeitig, dass Urlaub auf dem Obersalzberg heute auch einfach Entspannung und Genießen sein kann, Wandern und Weitblick. Denn wir haben uns ein Luxus-Refugium ausgesucht, mit Blick vom Watzmann bis nach Salzburg. Viel Spaß auf dieser Radioreise zum Obersalzberg!

Adolf Hitler nunca ha ocultado su convicción de que la Unión Soviética es su principal enemigo. Detesta al Comunismo y ve en los vastos espacios abiertos y en los abundantes recursos naturales de la Rusia Soviética la recompensa que, por fin, permitirá al pueblo alemán convertirse en la raza suprema. Durante los primeros meses de 1941, mientras se encuentra en el Berghof, su retiro rural en los Alpes Bávaros, Hitler planea su apuesta mas arriesgada... la Operación Barbarroja.

Adolf Hitler nunca ha ocultado su convicción de que la Unión Soviética es su principal enemigo. Detesta al Comunismo y ve en los vastos espacios abiertos y en los abundantes recursos naturales de la Rusia Soviética la recompensa que, por fin, permitirá al pueblo alemán convertirse en la raza suprema. Durante los primeros meses de 1941, mientras se encuentra en el Berghof, su retiro rural en los Alpes Bávaros, Hitler planea su apuesta mas arriesgada... la Operación Barbarroja.

Una vez que Hitler toma el poder en 1933 transforma su retiro alpino del distrito de Obersalzberg en Baviera en una gran mansión llamada Berghof. El nido del Águila era un feudo fortificado, el hogar de 2.000 soldados de las SS y protegido por un sistema de seguridad de alto nivel.

Una vez que Hitler toma el poder en 1933 transforma su retiro alpino del distrito de Obersalzberg en Baviera en una gran mansión llamada Berghof. El nido del Águila era un feudo fortificado, el hogar de 2.000 soldados de las SS y protegido por un sistema de seguridad de alto nivel.

Traudl Junges beretning om tilværelsen som sekretær for Det 3. Riges fører Adolf Hitler er en meget vigtig kilde til viden om, hvilken tilværelse diktatoren førte i sine sidste år. Vi er med, da hun som 22-årig i 1942 bliver antaget som hans sekretær på et tidspunkt, hvor Hitler næsten kun opholder sig i førerhovedkvarteret "Ulveskansen" i Østpreussen. Der er dog også udflugter til Hitlers "fritidsbolig" Berghof i det sydlige Bayern, og Junge er også vidne til det endelige sammenbrud, da Hitler og hans veninde Eva Braun begår selvmord i førerbunkeren i Berlin den 30. april 1945. Traudl Junges erindringsbog ”Til den bitre ende” var forlæg til den berømte tyske spillefilm ”Der Untergang” om Hitlers sidste dage. Historiker og lektor Claus Bundgaard Christensen fra Roskilde Universitet er gæst i programmet og med på turen tilbage til nogle af Hitlers bunkers og førerhovedkvarterer, hvor massemorderen levede sit besynderlige, men enkle liv. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Waren die Partituren bei Kriegsende vielleicht im Berghof am Obersalzberg? Vieles spricht dafür. Einiges dagegen. Wir wägen ab.

Voice Acting and Mindfulness. I recently attended an event called ConBravo where gamers, movie and tv enthusiasts and others gathered together to learn, share and network. It was referred to as the Annual Festival of Everything Geek. There I met Mylez who is a voice actor, devoted to building his voice acting business to a new level. He was inspired by his friend, who voiced for Sonic The Hedgehog. Mylez went on to become a voice actor in his own right, having now been in the profession for seven years. I asked him the question, ‘as a voice actor, how do you use mindfulness to stay focused? He explained that he makes it a practice to focus on the task at hand, and nothing else at the given time. He does his homework, thinking of what he needs to do to prepare for playing the role. He says it is vital to do the homework and be totally prepared. He says he writes out what he needs to do to be that character. He writes out how he will endeavour to get into the character he’s playing. He referred to the Great Uta Hagen’s Nine Questions: Who am I? What time is it? Where am I? What surrounds me? What are the given circumstances? What are my relationships? What do I want? What is in my way? What do I do to get what I want? Utah Hagen has had a powerful influence on Twentieth Century actors. She is known for her role in Anton Chekov’s The Seagull in 1938. She also played the original Martha in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? After that she taught budding actors in New York City at the Berghof studio. She wrote two well-known books for actors, Respect for Acting and A Challenge for the Actor. She also taught such famous actors as Jack Lemmon, Matthew Broderick and Al Pacino. Mylez continued to say that he delves into all the questions an actor would ask himself before getting into character. Mylez is also an audio editor. He does production for demo reels for up and coming actors. Depending on what they need, he creates a script, has them voice the character and then mixes it together with music and sound effects to make it sound like it’s an actual scene from a movie. Actors can then use this sample reel to promote themselves to agents. Mylez ended by mentioning the great Latin quote, lamento mori explaining that it means you should celebrate life every day until it’s your last day on earth, so that you can have a great life and never have any regrets. Quotes:You should celebrate life every day until it’s your last day on earth, so that you can have a great life and never have any regrets.Books: Respect for Acting by Utah Hagen A Challenge for the Actor by Utah Hagen Thank You Bonus: Would you like to help your children become more mindful? This book contains simple exercises related to the senses. Children love them. Download the book for free right here: 21 Ways To Practice Mindfulness With Your Child Every Day For 7 Minutes by Bruce Langford

Año: 2003 A través de una cuidada mezcla de filmaciones reales y de reconstrucción dramática, MATAR A HITLER nos desvela la historia de la Operación Foxley, el plan de máximo secreto del Gobierno británico para asesinar a Hitler en junio de 1944. La Operación Foxley consideraba varias líneas operativas posibles para eliminar a Hitler en su residencia de Berhof, cerca de la ciudad de Berchtesgaden, en los Alpes Bávaros. Se consideró volar su vagón privado, atacarle en su limusina Mercedes-Benz o dispararle durante sus paseos matutinos. Las investigaciones modernas consideran que Hitler era más vulnerable durante sus paseos matinales hacia la casa de té del risco Moonslanerkopf, que según testimonios de prisioneros de guerra, eran muy frecuentes. Un francotirador camuflado podría haber disparado a Hitler a lo largo del recorrido. Pero la principal dificultad residía en poder penetrar en Alemania y llegar a Berghof. Los historiadores siempre se han preguntado si la Operación Foxley podría haber sido un éxito. Ahora, por primera vez, podremos asistir a la reconstrucción del plan para matar a Hitler y considerar sus posibilidades de éxito.

Año: 2003 A través de una cuidada mezcla de filmaciones reales y de reconstrucción dramática, MATAR A HITLER nos desvela la historia de la Operación Foxley, el plan de máximo secreto del Gobierno británico para asesinar a Hitler en junio de 1944. La Operación Foxley consideraba varias líneas operativas posibles para eliminar a Hitler en su residencia de Berhof, cerca de la ciudad de Berchtesgaden, en los Alpes Bávaros. Se consideró volar su vagón privado, atacarle en su limusina Mercedes-Benz o dispararle durante sus paseos matutinos. Las investigaciones modernas consideran que Hitler era más vulnerable durante sus paseos matinales hacia la casa de té del risco Moonslanerkopf, que según testimonios de prisioneros de guerra, eran muy frecuentes. Un francotirador camuflado podría haber disparado a Hitler a lo largo del recorrido. Pero la principal dificultad residía en poder penetrar en Alemania y llegar a Berghof. Los historiadores siempre se han preguntado si la Operación Foxley podría haber sido un éxito. Ahora, por primera vez, podremos asistir a la reconstrucción del plan para matar a Hitler y considerar sus posibilidades de éxito.

Sarja viienda raamatu rännud viivad kahte lahutamatute ajaloosidemetega ühendatud riiki – Austriasse ja Saksamaale. Külastame kaunist klassikalist Viini ja Mozarti linna Saltzburgi. Käime ära ka Obersalzbergis, kus kunagi oli killuke seda ajalugu, mille üle sakslased uhked ei ole – Hitleri esindusresidents Berghof. Edasi viib reis Baierimaa pealinna Münchenisse, Kölni ning nukra saatusega Dresdenisse. Reisi lõpetame Berliinis legendaarsel Kurfürstendammil – ühel noist maailmalinnade tänavatest, mis iial ei maga. (Helgi Erilaid. Aja jälg kivis. Austria ja Saksamaa. Toimetab Küllo Arjakas.)

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 12:00:00 +0100 https://edoc.ub.uni-muenchen.de/14443/ https://edoc.ub.uni-muenchen.de/14443/2/Berghof_Kathleen.pdf Berghof, Kathleen ddc:610, ddc:600, Medizinische Fakultät