Podcast appearances and mentions of marcus richter

Über 100 Unternehmen fordern eine zweijährige Aussetzung der KI-Verordnung. Ist die EU-Gesetzgebung wirtschaftsfeindlich oder Grundrechtsschutz? Außerdem: Chinas Perspektive auf das US-TikTok-Gesetz. Und: Was blieb vom Metaversum-Hype? Vera Linß, Hagen Terschüren, Katharin Tai, Dennis Kogel, Marcus Richter www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Über 100 Unternehmen fordern eine zweijährige Aussetzung der KI-Verordnung. Ist die EU-Gesetzgebung wirtschaftsfeindlich oder Grundrechtsschutz? Außerdem: Chinas Perspektive auf das US-TikTok-Gesetz. Und: Was blieb vom Metaversum-Hype? Vera Linß, Hagen Terschüren, Katharin Tai, Dennis Kogel, Marcus Richter www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Heiraten. Manchmal: Mit Tattoos. Immer: Ohne Nazis – Der Weisheit – s12e11

Es gibt so Spiele, über die man wirklich trefflich lange sprechen kann. The Alters von 11bit (This War of Mine, Frostpunk) ist genau so ein Titel. Denn hier stimmt wirklich alles, was es für einen gepflegten Podcast-Diskurs braucht: Eine Science-Fiction-Story über Klone und alternative Timelines, die zum Nachdenken anregt; eine Spielmechanik, die dem einen (...Marcus) oder anderen auf den Geist geht; und eine Kontroverse, um KI-generierte Übersetzungen, die gerade für Aufregung sorgt. Dröseln wir alles auf! Außerdem hören wir eure Geburtstagsglückwünsche, Dennis erzählt von merkwürdigen Übersprungskaufentscheidungen und ein Indie-Fresse-Live-Event bekommt einen kleinen Teaser.

Seit etwa 15 Jahren produziert das Video Operation Center, auch als VOC bekannt, Vortragsvideos vom jährlich stattfindenden Chaos Communication Congress und zahlreichen weiteren Veranstaltungen des Chaos Computer Clubs (CCC) und befreundeter Vereine. Wer steht hinter dem VOC? Wie entstand es und wie hat es sich in den vergangenen Jahren weiterentwickelt? Außerdem klärt Marcus Richter mit Sophie, Jenny und danimo, welche Herausforderungen beim Versand der Technik entstehen, wie Interessierte beim VOC mitmachen können und vor allem, wann die beste Gelegenheit dazu ist. Längst nicht alle Videos, die das VOC aufnimmt, sind von Veranstaltungen, die der CCC ausrichtet. Deswegen klären wir auch die Frage: Zu welchen Veranstaltungen kommt das VOC eigentlich? Außerdem zeigen wir, was das VOC überhaupt mit dem Chaosradio zu tun hat. Außerdem Marcus Richter klärt mit seinen Gäst:innen danimo, Sophie und Jenny, welche Herausforderungen beim Versand der Technik entstehen, wie Interessierte beim VOC mitmachen können und vor Allem, wann die beste Gelegenheit dazu ist. Außerdem zeigen wir, was das VOC mit dem Chaosradio gemein hat.

Eine Folge 100 voller Nostalgie und alter Spielekonsolen

Heiße Scham in der Einbahnstraße – Der Weisheit – s12e10

Die gelbe Kurbelkonsole hat eine neue Games-Staffel! Und der Katamari-Damacy-Mensch ist auch wieder zurück!

Die Karfreitags-Prozehsion – Der Weisheit – s12e09

Wikimedia hat in den USA KI-Zusammenfassungen in der Wikipedia getestet. Das Experiment wurde eingestellt - wegen Protesten aus der Community. Wie läuft die Diskussion in Deutschland? Außerdem: Tech-Journalismus-Krise und Barrierefreiheit im Netz. Martin Böttcher, Dennis Kogel, Vera Linß, Nina Leseberg, Marcus Richter www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Wikimedia hat in den USA KI-Zusammenfassungen in der Wikipedia getestet. Das Experiment wurde eingestellt - wegen Protesten aus der Community. Wie läuft die Diskussion in Deutschland? Außerdem: Tech-Journalismus-Krise und Barrierefreiheit im Netz. Martin Böttcher, Dennis Kogel, Vera Linß, Nina Leseberg, Marcus Richter www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Sollen Heranwachsende von sozialen Netzwerken ausgeschlossen werden? Jan Penfrat (EDRi) erklärt die Pläne der EU und welche technischen Maßnahmen Plattformen heute schon nutzen könnten. Außerdem: Konkurrenz zur Google-Suche und KI in der Bildung. Vera Linß, Jan Penfrat, Stefan Mey, Bene Wenck, Marcus Richter www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Sollen Heranwachsende von sozialen Netzwerken ausgeschlossen werden? Jan Penfrat (EDRi) erklärt die Pläne der EU und welche technischen Maßnahmen Plattformen heute schon nutzen könnten. Außerdem: Konkurrenz zur Google-Suche und KI in der Bildung. Vera Linß, Jan Penfrat, Stefan Mey, Bene Wenck, Marcus Richter www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Von neuen Konsolen und digitalisierten Brettspielen

Zwei Liter Wasser sollen KI-Chatbots wie ChatGPT pro Anfrage verbrauchen. Zumindest taucht diese Zahl seit Monaten immer wieder in Social Media Posts auf. Stimmt das? Außerdem: Online-Wetten und Digitalsteuer. Martin Böttcher, Marcus Richter, Marie Zinkann, Christoph Trautvetter www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Zwei Liter Wasser sollen KI-Chatbots wie ChatGPT pro Anfrage verbrauchen. Zumindest taucht diese Zahl seit Monaten immer wieder in Social Media Posts auf. Stimmt das? Außerdem: Online-Wetten und Digitalsteuer. Martin Böttcher, Marcus Richter, Marie Zinkann, Christoph Trautvetter www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

In dieser Folge erleben wir einen neuen Barbenheimer: Little Kitty, Big Doomy. Denn wir sprechen über zwei Spiele, die uns viel beschäftigt haben und die unterschiedlicher nicht sein könnten. Da wäre zum einen Little Kitty, Big City, jetzt endlich draußen für PS5, ein wunderbar liebenswerter kleiner Katzensimulator, der unsere harten Herzen weichgeklopft hat. Und zum anderen: Das neue Doom. Ein brachialer Dämonen-Shooter voller explodierender Gedärme, das uns seltsam...kalt gelassen hat.

Das französischste Rollenspiel aller Zeiten und Katzen im Weltraum

Für einige ist es jetzt schon das beste Spiel des Jahres, für andere eine bösartige Folter eines gemeinen Zufallsmechanismus und für uns die perfekte Vorlage für eine sehr besonderen Folge Indie Fresse. Wir sprechen nämlich über Blue Prince, das absolute Ausnahme-Roguelike-Puzzle-Spiel. Und weil dieses Spiel so besonders ist und weil es auch ein Spiel ist, bei dem einige Menschen am besten komplett spoilerfrei reingehen sollten, haben wir in dieser Folge unsere Besprechung in drei Teile gesplittet. Jedes Kapitel geht ein bisschen tiefer rein in das mysteriöse Anwesen von Blue Prince. Benutzt also gerne die Kapitelmarken, um zu skippen falls euch das wichtig ist. Außerdem sprechen wir über das neue Adventure von Wadjet Eye: Old Skies. Und: Wir konnten die Switch 2 ausprobieren und erzählen davon.

Shakshuka Puttanesca im KI-Bauchgefühl – Der Weisheit – s12e08

Schwellkörper mit Basilikum – Der Weisheit – s12e07

Wir so vor der Aufnahme: Ach, wir sprechen nur über ein einziges Spiel, das wird ja eine kurze Folge. Doch dann kam alles anders, weil wir nicht nur über Atomfall, eine Art britisches Fallout, sprechen wollten, sondern auch zu vielen kleinen und großen Themen, die uns gerade antreiben. Darunter neue und alte Fantasy-Literatur, die Auswirkungen von Trumps bizarrer Zoll-Politik auf Brettspiele und andere Hobbies und natürlich auch die Switch 2. Außerdem gibt's ein neues Steady-Goal. Wir wollen für und mit euch auf Twitch streamen! Was es damit auf sich hat, erzählen wir ebenfalls.

Xadens flammengeküsste Hornhaut-Füße – Der Weisheit – s12e06

Ruhe im Saal! Ruhe im Saal! Die Anklage lautet: MAXIMALE BEFANGENHEIT. Denn in dieser Folge Indie Fresse wird nicht einfach nur ein Spiel besprochen. Nein, es ist ein Spiel an dem einer unserer Podcaster frecherweise mitgearbeitet hat. Dennis hat am im neuen Paintbucket-Spiel The Darkest File mitgeschrieben und sogar eine der Figuren gesprochen. Das Urteil: Schuldig! Das Games-Gericht beschließt: Hier muss mit Gast gepodcastet werden. Machen wir also! Christian Huberts hat sich intensiv mit The Darkest Files befasst und Dennis erzählt von seiner Erfahrung als Autor und Voice Actor. Außerdem geht's für uns nach Japan. Packt alle euer Kusarigama ein! Wir sprechen übers neue Assassin's Creed: Shadow und das ganze Internet-Drama drumherum.

Klöße mit Salatsauce – Der Weisheit – s12e05

Sidequest: Von Minimaps und Barrierefreiheit - mit Nina Kiel (#092)

Zugegeben: Damit dass Couch-Coop für uns und unsere Hörer*innen SO ein wichtiges Thema war, haben wir gar nicht so gerechnet. Umso interessanter, dass eines der vielleicht wichtigsten Spiele des Jahres eben genau ein Couch-Coop-Spiel ist: Split/Fiction. Ein Spiel für genau zwei Menschen, die im Splitscreen kooperativ in  Fantasy- und Science-Fiction-Welten Rätsel lösen, Bosse besiegen und Hüpfpassagen meistern müssen. Gemacht von den Meistern des Genres, Hazelight, die schon mit Spielen wie It Takes Two und A Way Out viele Fans begeistert haben. Wir haben's gespielt und...hm. Aber hört selbst.

Dramaturgie der Liebe – Der Weisheit – s12e04

Mit menschenverachtenden Praktiken werden die Rohstoffe für unsere digitale Welt gewonnen. Viele westliche Konzerne führen sich in ärmeren Regionen der Welt auf wie digitale Kolonisatoren. Wir beleuchten die kolonialen Kontinuitäten.

Marcus Richter, Pia Behme, Johannes Kühn, Hagen Terschüren www.deutschlandfunk.de, Kommentare und Themen der Woche

Marcus Richter, Pia Behme, Johannes Kühn, Hagen Terschüren www.deutschlandfunk.de, Kommentare und Themen der Woche

Im Wahlkampf spielt Digitalpolitik kaum eine Rolle, in den Wahlprogrammen schon: Es geht um Grundsätzliches wie Verwaltung, Überwachung und Plattformregulierung. Außerdem: Bundeswehr-Influencer und neue Technik für die Erkennung von Pollenflug. Marcus Richter, Pia Behme, Johannes Kühn, Hagen Terschüren www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Es kam wie es kommen musste: Wir sind für euch da, ihr für uns... nicht so sehr. Warum? Habt ihr so sehr Angst vorm Karneval wie Julia vor unseren Kostümideen für sie? Und warum spielt Arbeit bei unserer Vorstellung und im Tagebuch so eine wichtige Rolle?

Unter Donald Trump soll TikTok mehr Zeit, Social Media weniger Moderation und KI weniger Regulierung bekommen. Außerdem: Die pro-russische Desinformationskampagne Doppelgänger ist immer noch aktiv und auf der Grünen Woche sortiert eine KI Kartoffeln. Vera Linß, Marcus Richter, Dennis Kogel, Simone Rafael, Marie Zinkann www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Männlich signifikante Kindlichkeiten – Der Weisheit – s12e02

Tormenture ist eine Indie-Perle. Sie hat Klassiker-Status verdient und Kritikerpreise! Das sagt Marcus Richter vom Podcast Indie Fresse, in dessen Kooperation wir diese Review-Folge erstellt haben. Co-Host Dennis Kogel hat sich derweil im düsteren 8-Bit-Wald von Tormenture verlaufen und unser Michi ist vor allem von der Meta-Ebene und Atmosphäre entzückt, die das Spiel trotz großer Limitierungen im audiovisuellen Bereich erzeugen kann. Am Ende der Folge steht eine große Frage im Raum, hört sie und gebt gerne Feedback. Wir freuen uns drauf. Der Blog zu Indie Fresse: https://indiefresse.org/

Marcus Richter spricht mit Aline Blankertz, Klaus Landefeld und Constanze Kurz über die Aspekte in den Wahlprogrammen, die Digitales und Technik betreffen.

Dampfreiniger-Flaneur*innen mit Stirnlampe – Der Weisheit – s12e01

Schlüsselbein-Umarmung im FLINTA*-Pit – Der Weisheit – s11e09

Mehr als drei Millionen Menschen sind in Deutschland offline, weitere Millionen haben keine Lust auf ein ständiges Online-Leben. Wir sprechen darüber, wie wir mit dem um sich greifenden Digital- und App-Zwang umgehen sollten und welche grundrechtsfreundliche Digitalisierung wir wollen.

Verharmlost das Computerspiel "Hearts of Iron IV" die NS-Zeit und haben Spieleplattformen immer noch ein Problem mit rechtsradikalen Inhalten? Außerdem nehmen wir das europäische KI-Modell Teuken-7B unter die Lupe. Jenny Genzmer, Dennis Kogel, Marcus Richter, Marie Zinkann, Christian Huberts www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Freiflug mit Stirnlampe – Der Weisheit – s11e08

Ein Jiggler voller Hoffnung – Der Weisheit – s11e07

Die beliebte Internetendung .io steht möglicherweise vor dem Ende. Hinter dieser Meldung steht die Geschichte eines vertriebenen Volks, das bis heute um sein Recht kämpft. Außerdem: Großumzug von X zu Bluesky. Und: Gefahren für die Games-Förderung. Marcus Richter, Ingrid Brodnig, Hagen Terschüren, Dennis Kogel www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Kaffeekränzchen der Projektfreundschaft – Der Weisheit – s11e06

Wertschätzend Gras anfassen – Der Weisheit – s11e05

Das sogenannte Sicherheitspaket der Ampel sieht den Abgleich biometrischer Daten mit Daten aus dem Internet vor. Was bedeutet das genau? Außerdem: Ist die öffentliche Verwaltung zu abhängig von Microsoft? Und warum klagt Nintendo gegen Palworld? Marcus Richter, Jenny Genzmer, Dennis Kogel, Alexander Sander, Marie Zinkann www.deutschlandfunkkultur.de, Breitband

Ariella; lethal and lovely.Based on a post by ronde, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.Packed and Stacked.She was maybe twenty-five, and even in the battle dress she was wearing, she looked slender. I couldn’t tell much else about her except she looked a little the Arabic women I’d seen in Afghanistan. I was sure about two things though; the rifle was an Israeli M 89 SR sniper rifle, and she sounded very serious when she spoke.“What are you doing here?” she demanded.Since I was armed to the teeth and had just shot a guy, my story about being a tourist and out taking some pictures wasn’t going to work very well. The truth would work better unless she was one of the traffickers. I didn’t think she was though. If she had been, she’d have just shot me while she had the chance.“I’m an American. This guy hired me to track down some gold he thought was hidden in an old led mine. This is where the led mine is supposed to be located. I hadn’t counted on there being anybody else here.”She smiled then.“You’ll be Dale Stevenson, right?”“Yeah. How do you know that?”She was still smiling.“We can talk about that later. Right now, we need to take care of the guys who are going to come down that road in a couple of minutes.”Showdown looming.When the truck finally came into view, the men looked a little hesitant and the woman told me why.“They’re taking it slow because they don’t know who’s out here. If it was the Argentine Army, the traffickers would have known they were coming and they wouldn’t be here. That’s because they pay certain people in the Army to protect them. They would just relocate and the Army could appear to be doing their job because they discovered the camp. Once they figure out where we are, they won’t stop until we’re dead or they are so I hope you’re a good shot. During my briefing they said you are.”It was about then the truck came creeping down the road. The woman sighted through the rifle scope and with two quick shots; she shot the driver and smashed in the receiver of the M60.The men bailed out of the pickup and clustered up behind it, then talked for a while before another man pulled the dead driver out of the truck, got back in, started the engine, and started it back down the road. The other men followed behind it with their rifles ready. When they got close enough to see their faces, most of them looked scared.The woman was looking through the scope on her rifle when she whispered.“They’re still looking for where the shots came from, Oh, one of them just pointed in the direction of the man you shot. They think the shots came from those rocks over there. They’ll keep the truck between them and the rocks until they’re pretty close, and then jump out from behind it and start firing at those rocks and any other cover they see. We’ll have to take them before they spread out too much. I’ll take out the driver and the ones in the lead. You start at the rear and work your way toward the truck.”The truck continued to creep down the road, and when they were about ten meters from the main road, the men began to move up the side of the truck. She took out the driver and that was my signal. I sighted in on the man furthest from the truck and fired.The whole thing took less than a minute. I saw one man running back toward the camp, but he didn’t make it. The woman’s shot dropped him face first in the dirt of the road.Well, like I said, my original intention was to retreat if possible. Now, we’d shot a bunch of people based on what the woman had said, and I didn’t have the slightest idea who the hell she was or who they were. The only thing I was sure of was I was in deep shit and it was probably going to get deeper.I turned to look at the woman. She was in the process of changing magazines on her rifle. She slammed the full magazine into the magazine well, checked the chamber for a live round, and then looked up and smiled.“I guess you’re as good as they said. You only missed twice.”She was beginning to piss me off by telling me what to do and then criticizing me for how I did it.“Yeah, well, it’s been a while since I’ve been in a firefight. Since you seem to know everything about me and what just happened, what do we do now?”She stood up, shouldered the rifle, and frowned.“I’ve been watching that camp for a week waiting for you to get here, and I counted twelve men. That means there are five left. They’ll wait a while for these men to come back, but when they don’t they’ll send at least two to find out what happened. We need to get to that camp before they do that.”“And what do we do when we get there? I don’t really like shooting people when I don’t know which side they’re on.”She smiled again.“They’re on the side that would kill both of us without even thinking about it. Does that help?”Moving to a safer place.We kept to the rocks until we got to the trees, and then made our way to the camp by walking a few meters from the road. Two men were just walking to the second truck when we got there. The woman tapped me on the shoulder and when I looked she pointed at the shack and held up three fingers, the pointed to me.Without waiting for an answer, she sighted down the scope of her rifle. A second later, the guy starting to climb in the driver’s seat grabbed his chest and then fell down. It was maybe two seconds later and after the other guy started running back to the shack that he went down with a bullet in his back.That was about when the other three came running out of the shack with their rifles. I took them out with three shots. Then, we waited to see if any of them were going to get up or if there were any more in the shack. After five minutes, all was quiet, so the woman stood up.“That should be all of them. Let’s go see what they have in the shacks.”I noticed she didn’t shoulder the rifle this time, and she didn’t just walk out into the clearing. She ran to take cover behind the truck first. I followed her and kept watching our flanks and rear.Once we were at the truck, she peeked around it at the shack, then ran the three meters to the corner. Once she was there, she motioned for me. I knew what she wanted me to do because it was a standard method of entering a building used by US Army Rangers. I ran to the other corner. Once I was there, we started working our way to the door.Her count had been right. There was nobody in the smaller shack. It was evidently sort of a barracks and mess hall, because there were four cots on one side. On the other side was a table and a small wood-burning stove.We left the shack and repeated the same thing on the larger shack. When we pushed open the door there, I saw the reason the traffickers were there.Inside that shack and in a clump were six young girls holding on to each other because they were terrified. Two looked like the women I’d seen in Buenos Aires, but the other four were definitely Asian.The woman rattled off something in Spanish, and then something in what I guessed was French. It looked to me like the girls relaxed a little then. The two Hispanic girls smiled, and two of the Asian girls said something back to her and then started jabbering away at the other two.The woman turned to me and smiled.“I just told them we were here to rescue them. The girls who talked to me are Vietnamese girls and they understood French. They said they’ve been here for two weeks. The other two Asian girls are from Taiwan and they speak Chinese. The two Vietnamese girls are telling them what I said. Now we have to get them somewhere safe. I can take care of that.”The woman pulled what looked like a cell phone from her vest and tapped the screen, then held it to her ear. A few seconds later, she said, “Secure. Six kittens”. She got an answer, said, “Ready in fifteen”, then tapped the screen again. As she put the cell phone back in her vest, she smiled.“You’re wondering how I got a cell phone to work out here aren’t you? It is a cell phone so if I were to be captured, it won’t raise any suspicions. It works just like any other cell phone except it will only communicate with our own cell towers. My group has a mobile tower about six kilometers from here. They’ll meet us at the road in about fifteen minutes.”Like she said, about fifteen minutes later, a bus drove up and stopped where the road to the camp met the main road. Once the six girls were on board, the bus drove off and left the woman and me standing there in the road. I asked her why she didn’t get on the bus too. She smiled.“I’ll tell you on the way back to their camp. We have a few things left to do.”Her story explained a lot about her and how she knew so much about me.“My name, my real name, is Ariella. You don’t need to know my last name."Ariella is Hebrew for "Lioness of God”. My father named me that because he said I was so much like my grandfather. My grandfather was killed during the rebellion in the Warsaw ghetto. My other grandparents were sent to Treblinka where they were killed.“My father was ten years old then, and during the fighting, some people in the Polish resistance smuggled him out of the ghetto and into the forest. From there, he was taken to a Catholic monastery where he was baptized as a Catholic so the Germans wouldn’t arrest and take him to a concentration camp. He had to learn how to act like a Catholic boy in a very short time, but he was a smart boy and survived the war that way."When the war ended, my father was taken to France and placed with Catholic foster parents. He grew up on a vineyard near Langon and learned to speak French, but he never forgot he was Jewish. As soon as he reached the age of nineteen, he left France for Israel and began searching for any relatives who survived the camps. He found no one with the same last name who remembered his father or mother. Instead, he found Miriam, the woman he would marry and the woman who would become my mother."Her past was much like my father’s, though she was French. Her parents placed her with Catholic friends when the Nazi’s began arresting French Jews. She was later taken to Spain and raised by a family there. She was only eighteen when she went to Israel in hopes of finding her family. She found a job to support herself working in the government, and that is how she met my father."From my mother, I learned to speak and write Spanish. From both my father and mother, I learned to speak and write French and Hebrew."When I was eighteen, I was conscripted into the Israeli Defense Force. Because my testing showed I had an aptitude for languages, when I finished basic and combat training, I was sent to a school to learn to speak and write Arabic. After that school, I was transferred to the Combat Intelligence Collection Corps. I was made part of Sayeret Matkal, the Israeli Special Forces branch that does recon and intelligence gathering behind enemy lines. I can’t tell you what I did there."When I finished my service, a man came to see me and asked if I’d like to help Israel in a different way. What he told me sounded exciting, so I accepted and became part of the Duvdevan Unit. I spent two years dressed in civilian clothes in several Arab countries gathering intelligence on terrorist organizations. A year ago, I was identified by one of the radical Islamic organizations as an Israeli agent and had to leave the Middle East or I’d have been killed. I was assigned to Argentina to gather intelligence on the Neo-Nazi groups that are located here and to some extent, in Brazil and other South American countries."The men we just killed are part of a Neo-Nazi group who call their organization Ahner. They took their name from the Nazi Germany think-tank known as Ahnenerbe. Their ideology is the same as the German Nazi party. They advocate the elimination or enslavement or all races they consider inferior, and they finance their operations by trafficking in sex slaves of those same races. That’s what they’re doing out here; financing their operations. I was assigned to stop them."The camp you saw is a lay-over point between the ports in Chile where they land the girls and wherever they’re going next. It might be the brothels in Buenos Aires, Mexico, almost any country including the US. They will kill anyone who tries to stop them. Do you feel better about what we did now?”I’d heard of the Duvdeven Unit of the Israeli Special Forces, but the name was about all I’d heard. Nobody, not even the CIA guys I worked with, knew much about what the Duvdeven Unit did, or if they knew, they weren’t telling anybody. All that was known was they were Israelis who were fluent in Arabic and dressed in the clothing of the local population. Supposedly they infiltrated the ranks of the terrorists and sent that information back to Israel. There were rumors about assassinations of high-ranking terrorist officials, but that’s all they were, just rumors.That knowledge explained a lot of things about Ariella. I knew the Israeli Special Forces are among the most highly trained fighting forces in the world and were as good as our own US Army Rangers and Navy SEALs. To work undercover in the situations in Afghanistan and Iran would require more than training though. It would require an immense amount of self-confidence and as one of my Ranger instructors had once said, “balls big enough to need a wheelbarrow”.It also explained how much she knew about me. The CIA in the Middle East and the Israeli Special Forces have a very close working relationship. All it would take is for someone in the ISF to request information about me and they’d have it. What I didn’t understand is why they were interested in what I was doing in Argentina.“OK, I understand why you’re here, but you said you were waiting on me for a week. It’s not that I don’t appreciate you bailing my ass out of trouble, but why are you so interested in why I’m here?”Ariella stopped walking then and turned to face me.“Because Marcus Richter hired you.”I was confused again.“Richter isn’t a Neo-Nazi. He’s a dealer in international currencies.”Ariella smiled.“That’s what he told you, and he is, but his story is more detailed than that.At the end of World War Two, the Allies were looking for a German banker named Heinrich Richter because he was responsible for sending much of the gold pillaged by the German Army to Swiss banks. They wanted his records and his testimony so they could return the gold to the appropriate countries.Israel was very interested as well, because a significant amount of that gold came from Jews in the countries Germany overran. The Allies were closing in on him when he disappeared. The rumor was he was able to escape to Argentina. Through our intelligence efforts in Argentina, we learned he did indeed relocate to Argentina where he married a local woman with high status in the government. Unfortunately, we learned that information after he died."For several years, we monitored the activities of his wife and son, the same Marcus Richter who spoke with you. His mother appears to have retired to an estate in the country with a private nurse, and no one other than Richter visits or telephones her. In our observations of Richter though, it was soon evident he has close connections with several Neo-Nazi groups in Argentina. We suspected he was using his business to launder money for them, but we were never able to positively tie his financial dealings to them. Richter is smart and he uses Swiss banks for all the transfers. Getting information from a Swiss bank is something even Israel can not easily do. The reason is the amount of Nazi gold still held in those banks."We needed a way to stop him, so we laid a trap for him. We forged the hallmark on a single gold bar and arranged for another currency trader who supports our cause to contact him. We also planted the story about the submarines through another of our contacts in Argentina, a former member of the ISF who emigrated from Germany to Argentina a few years ago. The man who told Richter about the smelter was another of our contacts who casually related the story to Richter’s assistants. The story about the mine and its location has been rumored in Argentina for years so once we had located the smelter for him, Richter assumed the gold must be in the mine, just as we intended.The rest of the story you already know, except that the money you are being paid came from the treasury of Ahner. We know that information through the efforts of a man who is the son of a Jewish man and his Argentine wife. He grew up in Buenos Aires and is fluent in Spanish. He has infiltrated Ahner and relays information on their activities to my unit.”I was beginning to understand now and I didn’t feel good about the whole deal.“So, there is no gold?”Ariella smiled.“We believe there is a cache of Nazi gold somewhere in Argentina, but it is not likely to be found. All the people who knew of it are dead by now and as far as we’ve been able to determine, they didn’t pass the information on to anyone. As for any gold here in a led mine, well, there is a led mine a few kilometers from here, but it doesn’t have any gold.”“So I came down here for nothing?”“Oh no, you are going to be very useful. When you go back and tell Richter there is no gold here, he’ll have to relay that to Ahner. In the past, his contracts with Ahner have been that he is paid an advance which would be returned should his work not be successful. Since he will have failed in this attempt, Anher will demand that Richter return the advance.He won’t be able to do that because as we speak, the US is quietly in the process of freezing all his US bank accounts and arranging for a transfer from his Swiss bank would take too long"It would be my guess that when Ahner can’t get their money back, Marcus Richter will suddenly disappear and never be found. That is what happened to the last person who promised something to Ahner and then didn’t deliver. As I said, they will kill anyone without even a second thought.”“It sounds like I need to start sleeping with a pistol from now on. Thanks a lot.”Ariella shook her head.“No. You’re in no danger. We know Richter never disclosed your identity to Ahner, and the ammunition for both our rifles and your pistol are common to weapons issued to the Argentine Army and of the same manufacturer. When we leave, I’ll leave some evidence that it was the Argentine Army that attacked the camp. That does happen from time to time, usually when some company commander decides he isn’t being paid well enough to keep protecting them.”When we got back to the camp, Ariella took off her backpack.

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