
Michael Wachtler
Language: English
With the moving diary “We are making peace”
Pages 192, Over 300 photos, Publisher: Athesia Spectrum.
Euro 19,90
Michael Wachtler, twins Mario and Lino Pallaoro, Federico Morelli, Maurizio Petti and Georg Kandutsch made on Monte Rosa the biggest gold discovery in the Alps. Around 30 kg of gold were recovered. The starting point was a forgotten map of a Swiss scientist. He reported a gold discovery of 40 kg of pure gold in 1908, and another at the same place of 28 kg.
Gold mining in the valleys of the Italian Aosta Valley must be very old. At a place at the entrance of the valley, called Bessa, the ancient Romans unearthed the incredible amount of 200,000 kilograms of gold. The famous Roman naturalist Pliny calculated this. At that time, according to regulations, five thousand slaves were allowed to toil for the Roman masters.
In 1898, the Swiss company „Société des Mines d’Or de l‘Evançon“ was founded in Geneva. Among other things, it promised gullible shareholders that on Mount Ciamousira, east of Brusson, near the hamlet of La Croix, there would be gold in abundance. „SPERANZA“ the „HOPE“ they called a new tunnel section branching from the Fenillaz vein in the middle of the mountain. Five hundred miners drilled seven access tunnels for the English company.
Immediately afterwards, the Swiss mineralogy professor Carl Schmidt commissioned the young Dutch student Thomas Reinhold to write a dissertation on „Die Goldpyritgänge von Brusson in Piemont“ (The gold pyrite veins of Brusson in Piedmont). Reinhold did this meticulously and completed the work on March 8, 1916, writing: “The gold enrichments described here can be very considerable … For example 40 kg of gold was found in 462 kg of vein mass …and a neighboring ore nest contained 28 kg of gold. And as if that wasn’t enough, the meticulous student drew in the individual large gold finds of the past like a treasure map.
Then we stood at the point where once, in the distant year 1908, an incredible 68 kg of pure gold had been found. In our minds we imagined the crowd, the cheers of the miners, who nevertheless didn’t get a cent more pay because of it. And who ultimately didn’t care how this gold got here or how it was produced.
Then we pulled the latest generation of metal detectors out of our rucksacks. Thousands of sparkling rock crystals in all variations, from small to large, lay in piles in the heaps. We noticed them at first. Then we didn’t. The detector struck. First in the slag heap. Previous miners had probably blasted down a piece of rock and not searched the overburden carefully enough. Piece after piece of gold came out. Like works of art from nature.
We worked in a frenzy and still didn’t notice any progress in the cold and darkness. Late in the evening, we looked for a place to stay in the tourist town of Brusson. We talked a lot over beer and wine. The next morning we were back in the mine of “hope”, the “Speranza”. The blocks got bigger and bigger and gold sparkled everywhere.
„Silence or speak“ was what occupied us most. Because: „Gold never belongs to the one who finds it“. We decided to tell the story. We exhibited the finds at the Mineralientage in Munich and thousands were amazed that such a thing was even possible in modern times. Our possessive instinct was not particularly pronounced. Why should it be: just to bury the gold in our own garden, we could have left it in the mine. The police and the public prosecutor got involved. The gold was measured, weighed and estimated. In total it was said to be 30 kg. Everyone took their parts. The museums in the Aosta Valley, in Piedmont and in Milan. Something always remained for us: the story! Quite apart from that: Did we really do it for the money? Or for the adventure and the knowledge of being free people.
In 2015 they then opened, with great architectural boldness, the „Museo dell’Oro“, exactly at the spot where we made the finds. They told the story of the once glorious gold mining. They sealed the rocks so that nobody would even find the slightest gold grain. But we did not intend to do so anyway. We were drawn to new shores and discoveries. In the knowledge of having found something great.
A crime novel about the life of Michael Wachtler by the well-known German author Burkhardt Rüth.
Approx. 288 pages
ISBN 978-3-95451-187-7 Euro 10.90 [D]
Where are the last white spots on this earth? Where can undiscovered treasures still be found? In the Amazon jungle, in the triangle between Venezuela, Brazil and Guyana, rise inhospitable, towering plateaus. There, centimeter-sized gold crystals appear alongside diamonds. The area is so hostile that none of the big mining companies have ever managed to settle there. This is the realm of the “garimpeiros”, as the countless illegal gold diggers of South America are called. Their bad reputation follows them everywhere.
“El Trompo Rojo” awaited us at Caracas airport. He had spent his life as an engineer in the oil industry and could no longer bear it. What he did now was far more interesting. Some Americans had called him the “Jungle Buyer” because he had the most perfect gold crystals and diamonds. His real name was Alejandro Stern, but here in Venezuela everyone knew him only as El Trompo Rojo. That was also the name given to the rarest of all diamonds found here, the blood-red diamond. A single carat was worth nearly a million euros. After an endless journey, we left civilization behind. Soon, like prehistoric monsters, the first plateaus rose up, called Tepuis. On them, it was said, lived unknown animals and plants, along with abundant gold. Even dinosaurs might have survived, as described by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the inventor of Sherlock Holmes, in his Lost World. The great writer had never visited the region, which everyone here called Gran Sabana, but he had been inspired by the tales of adventurers. They told of hungry cannibals, headless men, fist-sized diamonds, and even dinosaurs tearing everything apart, seen with their own eyes. Thus, as early as 1912, he created the forerunner of all Jurassic Park novels, and he could hardly have chosen a better place on earth.
A Gold Seeker’s Life in the Jungle
The first gold digger we met near a small town aptly named El Dorado was a Swiss emigrant from long ago named Bruno Reichlin. “Bandits shot me five times in the stomach. I survived as if by a miracle,” he recounted, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. We continued south, near Santa Elena de Uairén. There we met another minero, who panned for gold alone on a river bend. “I have lived for years with five bullets in my belly,” he said when I asked about his scars. “Is it customary here to live like that?” I asked Trompo Rojo. “No,” he reassured me, “you just have to be careful and unpredictable. Never say when you arrive, never when you leave, and above all, never drink with the gold diggers after you’ve bought something from them.” He even told us how he himself had once had to shoot a man in the back, as if it were insignificant.
With an old rickety Cessna we flew over the jungle and finally landed on a bumpy field, so rough I feared the plane might crash nose-first at any moment. The hamlet was called Parkupi. From there we loaded everything onto a wooden boat with an oversized 200-horsepower engine and traveled for hours deeper into the jungle. The “Jungle Buyer” told us about himself, about how one becomes a dealer in gold and diamonds. His partner Arnoldo accompanied us, carrying the heavy bag of money – many thousands of euros. They wore pistols at their belts, and I felt as though their hands were fused with the grip.
Everyone offered us gold and diamonds. I learned how many facets and forms gold could take, and how many colors diamonds could have. I was amazed at how quickly mercury-bound gold could be “purified” in open fire. Nobody seemed to care that inhaling the poisonous mercury fumes could be deadly. Nor about working in malaria-infested stagnant pools.
“I love diamonds far more than gold!” Alejandro quickly brought me back down to earth. “Each one is a surprise.” It was obvious how hard it was for him to appraise them. Every nuance of color meant a different price, ranging from 120 euros to a million per carat. I was astonished at how many Germans were here, far from the world, trying their luck. Few could look back on a normal life. Many had escaped prison, most had fled Europe’s stressful and fast-paced life.
In one of the few larger settlements, Los Caribes, we discovered Hans Heiduck with his Susanne. He had built his “Villa Tranquila” beside a romantic waterfall. Some Rockefellers had already visited him there, he said proudly. Now two more German dropouts, Alfred and Klaus, were helping him. They, like everyone else, hoped for the big strike: many kilos of gold or ten-carat diamonds in just one week. But life here passed slowly and happily. I realized quickly that wealth is rarely found where gold is mined. And yet: where had I ever encountered greater dreams and hopes?
We visited one garimpeiro after another. Sometimes we drove over such rough roads that I marveled how our driver Kendall managed to continue. Time and again he jumped out, checked the depth of the riverbed, the stability of the logs meant to serve as a bridge, or hacked branches into the mud with his machete to free his four-wheel-drive Toyota. Then the wildly bucking boats nearly broke our bones. After days of travel we finally returned to the village of Santa Elena, at the Brazilian border, where we met another German: Frank Stöber. He marveled at how we had dared to venture so deep into the golden darkness. We admired him: after a prison sentence in the GDR for a failed escape attempt and other rebellions, he had built his life here as a gold digger. He had already published a book about “erotic jungle adventures as a gold digger” with a major German publisher. Another book about the greatest diamond discoveries in this forgotten world was due to appear – if there were still interest in the last adventurers. I reassured him: whoever enters this world experiences the fascination of precious stones firsthand. Where else, if not here, can an ordinary man, with the discovery of a great bonanza, change his life overnight?