ZGram - 4/27/2004 - "The Myth of Nazi UFOs" - Part II

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April 27, 2004

Good Morning from the Zundelsite:

Herewith Part II of the Hacienda Dignidad saga, as told by Ernst Zundel:

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Of course Sepp liked the idea of researching Hacienda Dignidad, 
somehow connected to Nazi UFOs,  because he could get a free first 
class trip out of this deal and see his friends in Chile and 
Argentina, where he also had family.  He was happy to go along.  I 
was excited for him, even paid him his salary, bonuses, insurance, 
the works - for which the Japanese researchers reimbursed me 
generously. For me, it was a good deal, because my trusted Adjutant 
would be in fact my eyes and ears and report back to me.  The 
Japanese had no problems with that. Everybody was satisfied.

Sepp took off for Los Angeles where he would meet the rest of the 
team. The first stop was a special effects studio in Hollywood, which 
mightily impressed my World War II staff officer turned volunteer. 
That educational experience behind them, the team flew off into the 
wild blue yonder and landed in Santiago, Chile to  meet up with my 
co-author of my first German UFO book, titled "Unbekanntes 
Flugobject?  Letzte Geheimwaffe des Dritten Reiches."  The man's last 
name was Mattern. 

Mr. Mattern was a German who had emigrated to Chile in the 1920s as a 
professional photographer.  In time, he became the official 
photographer for all the presidents and most of the military big wigs 
in Chile in the early 1930s and thereafter.  He was in and out of the 
Presidential Palace, the military academies, the Parliament - he 
simply knew everybody!  Chile's military was thoroughly Prussian, 
having adopted Prussian drills, ethos, code of honor, WWII German 
uniforms, helmets - even the  goose steps! - which, by the way, they 
have kept to this day!  Just recently, a young Revisionist sent 
Ingrid a video of such a parade.  The Chilean army under Pinochet was 
like an extension of the World War II German Army in looks, behavior 
and feel as well as in outward appearance.  Exclusively German 
marching bands and German marches were, and are, still played to this 
day by that time warp Chilean army!

Mr. Mattern was to be in charge of the Chilean part of the trip, 
especially since he had once personally visited the area upon which 
the Japanese seemed to be totally fixated - the fabled shangri-la 
called Hacienda Dignidad in a remote interior mountain range.  As the 
story went, during his one and only visit to Hacienda Dignidad, Mr. 
Mattern was picked up at the train station or air field - I can't 
recall which - by someone and driven to the Hacienda, and when his 
visit was over, he was driven back to his point of arrival in the 
South Central part of Chile.  I believe the town was called Parral. 

[Ingrid's comment here:  I am not sure what role "Mr. Richter", 
below, plays in this story.  Something seems to be missing, but I am 
retyping it as the story came to me.]

Mattern was, by then, already a man well into his 80s, but his 
correspondence was absolutely lucid.  He assured the Japanese team 
plus Sepp that they would be met at the airport by a representative 
of  Mr. Richter who would then take them to the Hacienda for a 
reception and interview with Mr. Richter personally.  Security and 
secrecy were given as the reasons for this somewhat out of the 
ordinary arrangement.

The meeting with Mr. Mattern was cordial at his upper middle class 
home.  The meals were served in the finest china, rare wines, candle 
light, very civilized.  The team was on its way, being briefed by Mr. 
Mattern what he had observed during his visit many years ago, such as 
the brand new Mercedes Benz ambulances which were used by German 
emergency services, Mercedes Diesel mini-buses, sheet metal workshops 
with the latest German metal bending machines, punch presses, all of 
them equipped with the most modern tools and machines.  Mattern spoke 
of extensive vehicle repair facilities, motor reconditioning shops, 
modern communal kitchens and learning/meeting facilities, a state of 
the art hospital with a surgery and an outpatient clinic for Indians 
in the area and a maternity ward where local people, mostly Indios or 
Mestizos, were treated by the medical staff of the Hacienda Dignidad, 
completely free of charge. The nurses, said Mattern, wore typical 
German nurses' uniforms with Red Cross and Christian insignia on 
their gowns and habits. There was also a dairy farm, he recalled, as 
well sheep, flocks of chickens, geese etc.  In fact, it seemed that 
the Hacienda was based on what in National Socialist Germany's time 
would have been called a "Musterbetrieb" - an ideal, self-contained 
community, run like a perfectly integrated prototype enterprise. 
Mattern also saw a neat little Christian chapel.  He said he was 
taken for long rides on magnificent horses along well-kept trails, 
accompanied by Richter, who would stop and talk to Indio laborers, 
male and female, in Spanish. 

Although their outings would often last several hours, said Mattern, 
they never seemed to come to a fence or the edge of the property.  It 
was rolling hills and dales, fields of potatoes, wheat, rye, and 
corn. Every once in a while he would hear the sounds in the distance 
-  the whine of jet engines or turbines being accelerated, and then 
the sounds would die down again, and silence would prevail.  Only a 
few times, he told his guests, did he think that he saw strange 
aerial activity going on by even stranger craft.  He was never told 
what was it was, and it was clear to him that the host was unwilling 
or perhaps under orders not to expand on those strange noises and 
those odd goings-on.

During his stay, there were communal suppers and lectures on 
different topics by different people, said Mattern.  There were 
German and Austrian folk dance performances and even some by Indian 
dancers accompanied by rather primitive local instruments.  He was 
not allowed to take any pictures or make any drawings and notes. 
Camera, note pad, pens were politely taken from him and returned at 
the end of the visit. Some of these Mattern recollections, by no 
means all, found their way into the initial German books and my 
subsequent far more mickeymouse English language books on UFOs, 
titled UFOs:  Nazi Secret Weapons. 

This, then, was a little preview of what the Japanese investigative 
reporter, the sound man photographer, and my own secretary/translator 
hoped to find at the mysterious Hacienda.  Remember, this was long 
before faxes, satellite phones, much less cell phones, the Internet 
and e-mail came onto the scene.  Letters from and to Chile would 
normally take 9-12 days one-way, which is still good and fast by 
today's standards. 

The team left Santiago, the capital, full of anticipation and arrived 
in Parral, hoping to be met by Mr. Richter or by one of his staff 
members, as Mr. Mattern said he was assured via his usually 
well-connected channels. 

The team arrived. Parral is a regional, administrative center with 
military and federal police bases as well as airports and rail center.
No Mr. Richter.  No one else either!  Now what?

Mr. Mattern, back in Santiago, could not get any explanations from 
his highly placed sources either, which shocked him visibly. All his 
inquiries hit dead ends.

My man on the scene spoke five languages.  As a German military 
officer on Field Marshall Kesselring's staff, Sepp had served as a 
liaison to Benito Mussolini's government, and as such he had 
participated in all the high level meetings, including the ones 
concerning Mussolini's liberation by German commando leader Otto 
Skorzeny at the Gran Sasso.  But that's a different story for a 
different time.  Anyway, Sepp was a resourceful man  because of his 
background and training.  He decided to do the logical thing - he 
went to see the postmaster of the town and asked for the address of 
the Hacienda Dignidad. 

There he was met with evasive answers.  Security considerations. 
Obscure laws.  Shrugs.  Blank stares.  I should also mention that 
Chile was then under martial law since Allende had been overthrown. 
Martial law can bring out very strange behavior. 

When he could not shake loose the address, Sepp went to see the 
mayor, Japanese crew in tow.  At city hall, he was at first cordially 
received by the staff and was shown into the mayor's spacious office. 
There, behind the mayor's desk were several large maps of the area - 
one of the town, another of the whole region with oddly colored 
patches towards areas heading to the foothills of the mountains. 
While they chatted with the mayor, asking for Mr. Richter and the way 
to the Hacienda Dignidad, it became quickly clear that security did 
not permit the city official from giving them the information they 
sought either. 

By now it was past lunch. After a meal, the team decided to rent a 
car - a Volkswagen Beetle, what else? - and do their exploration 
without Mr. Richter.

Sepp had memorized the map at the mayor's office.  At the car rental 
place they obtained a similar scale map of the region, matched with 
what he had seen shaded in.  A decision was made to head out into the 
general direction of those colored/shaded areas.  Sepp was certain it 
had to be the Hacienda's location, going by the description of the 
landscape Mattern had given them in his briefings. Sepp was confident 
that he could find the Hacienda by asking local people in the 
foothills.

By now it had begun to rain, and as they were climbing steadily, it 
was getting colder and darker.  Quickly, they left civilization 
behind. Telegraph poles and electric wires ended.  Farmers' fields 
gave way to bushland, poor soil, and the odd Indio shack made of 
corrugated metal roofs, old leftover wooden pallets, crates etc. with 
run-down or broken down cars strewn in the fields. The road got 
progressively worse, and the asphalted surface had long given way to 
potholes and gravel, which made for a bouncy ride as they wound their 
way ever higher into the foothills.

It was a miserable afternoon drive.  The Japanese wanted to turn 
back.  Sepp wanted to press on, and since he was the driver and 
navigator, German stubbornness won out.  With his cold and grumbling 
passengers getting more weary by the minute, things were heading for 
a crisis, when suddenly the rain stopped just as they came to an area 
of clearly man-planted, 25-year-old connifer trees on either side of 
the road.  They could see a light flicker in some hut on a hillside 
in the distance. 

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Tomorrow:  Conclusion