Today was a sunny and bright day. The night before was freezing cold. Early in the morning the streets were not only slippery with ice but really dangerous - at least for such an incompetent person as me. I’m already struggling to keep my balance on my own two feet during good weather and in summer without ice on the street. I hope nobody was watching, when I staggered besides Felix like a panic-stricken stork instead of a pride dog owner. I decided to use four wheels instead of two legs the rest of the day ... After bringing my mother to the hospital – the usual check up, who will drive the whole family insane of fear until we will get the results – I gave myself a day off to photograph some interesting things besides snow and ice.
Since decades I see from the corner of my eye a gravestone besides the road. Btw. it's not far from the oak with the rusty Jesus. I never took my time to park the car and really look at it. Today I did it, because I wanted to take some pictures. It was not at all what I suspected! It's not a gravestone but a memorial.
I was surprised and shocked about the story:
Four men were killed in 1946 at this spot. Two of them were on their way to the next village to buy horses. Josef Supper and Franz Schreiner were attacked and robbed. One was killed on the spot the other heavily injured. Two police officers intervened and tried to catch the murderer. In the end Josef Böhm and Johann Kastler became victims themselves. A farmer brought the dead and the survivors with his horse cart to Deutschkreutz. The two heavily injured men were barely alive and both of them died in the hospital of Oberpullendorf – yes, the very same hospital, which my mother had to visit today. In the end none of the four men survived the armed raid. The crime was never solved and the murderer never caught.
I asked myself, if the same person (poacher) did it, which shot Walter Shekolin not too far from this place only two month later.