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Part 22 | Unholy disappearance

April 22, 2020 | Author | Simone

"Hello Andreas, still on the road so late?" Editor-in-chief of Burg grins. 'And you Jeff? Still looking for the Füdlistein and the big message? " Von Burg is neither interested in an answer nor in what happens next and moves away in a good mood towards the multi-storey car park. Jeffrey, however, stands there as if rooted to the spot, searching for the Füdistein and for answers. He wanted to find this Solothurn stone. But not because historical passion would drive him. No, with him it's about a lot more: it's about his future. And his past.

The young historian and journalist is furious. «Why did I get involved in this absurd story? I've become the plaything of ancient stories, ”says Jeffrey angrily. He feels taken advantage of and fooled. He goes to his apartment to get a few more hours of sleep before he is expected in the editorial office. He only took this job to get to know Solothurn. He wanted to know where his mother had grown up, where she had spent her childhood, her first 20 years. “But I don't care at all now. I don't need money or roots. I want to go home."

«But where is my home? Now that she no longer lives? " Jeffrey is desperate. He kept silent about the real reason for his visit. Also the message he had received shortly after his mother's funeral. «Come to Solothurn, get to know your family. Your father's, too, ”read an email. "His fathers!?" Jeffrey had a father in André Affolter.

Jeffrey remembers this Thursday evening at the main train station in Solothurn: "It's great that we finally get to know you, here is the key, you can live in one of our apartments in the old town," said his uncle. Kuno Studer had loose contact with his sister Dora in LA, nothing more. He knew about Jeffrey and also that her husband André Affolter was not his biological father. But he didn't care.

Now everything seems meaningless to Jeffrey. He has found neither Füdlistein, nor money, nor his father. “Time to fly home,” he sends his uncle a text message. "Jeff, for God's sake, why are you up at 3 in the morning and want to go home," replies Kuno Studer worried.

"Why? Are you still asking? " Jeffrey's words get stuck in his throat. «Kuno, you used me for your games! I have enough!" Studer now hears sobs. "My mother died two months ago ..."

“Listen, Jeff, the story is complicated and out of joint! But believe me, we are on the right track. Please sleep a few hours and then we'll meet at Alma's for coffee at 11 o'clock. "

"I have to work," says Jeffrey, resignedly. “I'll take over from Burg. Don't worry, ”replies the veteran inspector.

Tom Seiffert is already having his second coffee and is humming. "Why so happy so early in the morning?" "Oh Alma, you just have to enjoy the little things in life!" «Oops, fortune cookie philosophies? It's definitely too early for that. " "Well, then I come to the point: I've found out who this Mar Besenval is!"

"Who please?" Alma asks, puzzled. «You already know, this extremely wealthy investor who is building this“ GreenSoul ”monster settlement. Behind it is Mar Besenval and she will, now hold on tight, she will make Solothurn as the first “smart baroque town” a Swiss hotspot for tourists, entrepreneurs and design-savvy beauties. Alma still looks at Seiffert in disbelief. “You heard right. And she will also give a speech at the 2000 year celebration! "

"What? This Mar Besenval wants to give a speech? What makes you think that?" "How do you think?" Asks tourism director Seiffert. «She has already agreed. I'm telling you, Alma, this woman has a lot of money. And looks very good. "

"Great!" Says Alma and is gone.

Jeffrey and Studer arrive at Alma on time and together. "Coffee?" They both wonder a little about Alma's bad mood.

"You can't imagine ..." Alma begins, but Studer interrupts her. “It's Alma, Jeff needs help and good friends. Please no more fictional stories. "

"Then finally let me finish, Studer!" And when she says Studer to Kuno, then it's serious. “Well,” Alma tries again, “Mona has already come to Seiffert with our idea and has introduced herself as an investor. He knows that she is Mar Besenval! "

Jeffrey is startled: “What's wrong? Why should I find Füdlistein and who is Mar Besenval? "

"I'm Maria Johanna Besenval, or Mar for short," says Mona as she enters and sits down at the table. Studer and Alma nod. Mona tells her story, a long story. Jeffrey asks a lot of questions, Mona answers. He now knows that Mona had adopted the name Mona Bader during her time at the university and in the autonomous scene in Bern. For her 20th birthday, she received a very substantial inheritance that she invested in Ibiza - in the Café del Mar. The night Alma thought she had had a fatal accident in Bern, she flew to Ibiza. And from the opening of the club in June 1980, she called herself Mar Besenval from then on.

"And what does this crazy old story have to do with me, with Füdlistein and with Solothurn?"

"We'll tell you later!" Alma says impatiently. "Now we have to see the Füdlistein before it is back on the pedestal, otherwise everything would be in vain." “Come on Jeff, it's worth it. Trust us », say Mona and Studer at the same time.

"Yes of course, trust you!" Jeffrey shakes his head, but goes with me.

Two years ago, when Mona alias Mar Besenval alias Maria Johanna Besenval contacted a large PR agency in Zurich - the Café del Mar is celebrating its 40th anniversary in 2020 and will be awarded the documentary film at the film festival - Mona met the agency manager, Dr . Thalbach in Zurich. You also talked about the Zurich agency's new PR mandate “2000 Years of Solothurn”. Since Mona, as a Solothurn native, not only knew a lot about the baroque city, but also wanted to build a sizable piece of land from her inheritance there, she was interested in the agency manager. Thalbach told her that she wanted to set a milestone. In terms of marketing, Solothurn is only slightly missing from the international breakthrough. Thalbach wants to position Solothurn as a hotspot for the hip “History Tour Community”. «Great idea, Ms. Thalbach, but you need a really good story! A brilliant plan. The city has to be in the media for weeks - without negative headlines, ”said Mona and enthused Dr. Thalbach. And then Mona was in top form.

Dr. She assured Thalbach of her help with the PR matter. But Mona was primarily interested in the secret of the Füdlistein, her major “GreenSoul” project and thus 200 residential units with the smartest and most ecological infrastructure that Switzerland has ever seen.

The plan was simple: The Füdlistein, Kościuszko and the shard should be brought by Dr. Thalbach's people cleared away, stored in an empty hall, restored and after three weeks, if the media presence is sufficiently large, placed again - in front of the public. But Mona’s plan was more subtle: She wanted to have the Füdlistein taken away a day earlier in order to discover the secret of the stone. But when Mona came, Füdlistein was already gone. Someone must have known about the secret document hidden in the stone. It could only be Studer or Alma. To startle the two, Mona had a blogger from Bern hacked, posted the Facebook entry and everything went viral.

The Füdlistein was actually in Interlaken. However, it was not Studer or Alma who were to blame, but Dr. Thalbach. She wanted more attention. She was greedy and smarter than Mona had thought, and she also wanted to include Interlaken in her customer portfolio.

«Here is Dr. Thalbach, are you Mrs. Besenval in Solothurn? We'll deliver the stone in a moment. If maybe they could be present? " And whether she wanted to be present! When the stone was still hanging on the crane, Mona, Studer and Alma were finally able to remove the key to the Schliessbach from the bottom of the stone.

"Are all objects back in place?" "Yes," replies Dr. Thalbach Seiffert, «everything as planned! You can start with the speech! "

He gives a pointed speech, is celebrated and appears the next day with Dr. Thalbach in all newspapers.

Only Mar Besenval apologized. «Important business appointments overseas!», Seiffert arranges.

And when Jeffrey, Alma and Studer wanted to meet Mona to open the locker, she was gone again. The locker was empty - and the mummified heads of the decapitated city saints St. Viktor and Urs had disappeared.

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Part 1 | Solothurn and the «Füdlistein»

March 26, 2020 | Author | Simone Leitner

“I am quite sure that the next sight will amuse you. With this stone sculpture, the people of Solothurn once expressed their sometimes clouded sympathy for the mighty city of Bern to the south. The stone is very valuable and is therefore protected behind an iron grating, »says Alma Müller and laughs mischievously. The city guide goes on to tell her group of five business women about the history of Solothurn. The six women stroll from Hauptgasse to the famous “Füdlistein” in the direction of Goldgasse. In the past, explains the city guide, the people of Solothurn used to have little quarrels with the Bernese from time to time. "To annoy them, they set up the Füdlistein at the Bern gate." The city guide has told the legend about the sculpture, which looks like a bum, countless times.

But even after all these years, Alma Müller can't stop herself grinning while telling the story. And at the same time hide a shudder. An old, creepy secret still robs her of sleep today. Alma's mind wandered briefly. Nevertheless, she notices, somewhat disappointed, that her guests find her legend neither funny, exciting nor tasteful. The city guide, however, shows no sign of it and ends the story: "This is how the Bernese were greeted by a" Füdli "back then in Solothurn." Again, Alma sees no reaction. Only now, when the group has reached the stone, now a loud murmur goes through the group and interest is aroused. But not with enthusiasm or amusement. No, rather because the five lawyers from Zurich are surprised. There is no stone. Not a sculpture. No Füdli. Just a slightly ajar, open cast iron door. And nothing behind that. The «Füdlistein» is gone. And Alma Müller is pale.

Part 2 | Shards don't bring luck

March 27, 2020 | Author | Simone Leitner
Contributors | Isabel Hunziker, Zuchwil | Nicole Bundi, Biel

With trembling hands she opens the heavy gate and steps, stunned, to the place where the stone should be. Your eyes frantically search every corner and every nook and cranny. The stone is and will be gone. She panic and her carousel of thought begins to spin. "This can not be." Alma can hide her red spots of fear on her décolleté, but not the dark thought that her secret would catch up with her.

"Excuse me, ladies, the city tour unfortunately has to end at this point, because it is the missing" Füdlistein ", which consists of Solothurn limestone and at that time its place in the so-called" minor city ", the Solothurn suburb, at the inner Berntor in the wall above the entrance had to be a listed building. " Another murmur goes through the group. Alma can only hear the five women faintly and nervously rummages through her red and white shoulder bag in search of the mobile phone. "Hello? Yes, Müller here. Am I connected to the police? I urgently need help on Goldgasse. " "Mrs. Muller! Can you hear me? Are you sure how can a stone of this size be stolen? And for what reason? ”Asks the patient officer on the phone. He promises to send a colleague over and hangs up quite abruptly.

Alma tries to calm down. "The monument protection department has certainly picked up the stone in order to exhibit it in a museum or to restore it." That would be the first time in her long career as a city guide and she would certainly have found out about it beforehand. Now Alma says goodbye to the five lawyers and recommends three great restaurants nearby. However, she no longer responds to the culinary wishes of her guests. She just stammered that Solothurn certainly has the best and most diverse range of cool, excellent restaurants in Switzerland. Alma waves, turns around and takes a few steps down Goldgasse. She is lost in thought again. Goldgasse used to be an important place and owes its well-deserved name to the coin mint located next to the open city stream. Alma suddenly smells the coins that were minted there, hears the rushing city stream and loud male voices arguing. Suddenly she stumbles over a boulder and finds herself in reality. "The neighbors must have noticed how the big Füdlistein got away," she ponders to herself. The city guide rings the doorbell full of hope and asks one after the other whether they have seen or heard anything. Unsuccessful. Nobody noticed anything or wants to be noticed. "It's broad daylight, why haven't the neighbors seen anything?" Alma's foreboding is growing again. A passerby seems to recognize your condition and asks sympathetically: "Are you okay?" When Alma tries to answer, the words get stuck in her throat. Your gaze falls on a few unusual tracks that lead from Goldgasse towards the Aare. Her eyes widen and she now knows with certainty: The stone has been stolen!

Shards don't bring luck

Nobody at the editorial meeting is interested in the issue of coins being displayed in the Museum Blumenstein. The team of editors, photographers and layouters is just about to turn to the next topic, when Jeffrey Affolter rushes to the meeting table half an hour late and shouts without greeting: “Coins? Blumenstein? Cool! I'll do it!". The colleagues cast questioning glances at each other and nodded benevolently. Jeffrey takes the documents, leaves the room, goes to his workplace and makes an appointment at the Museum Blumenstein just 30 minutes later. Jeffrey hears loud voices in front of the entrance, one he seems to recognize immediately. “The valuable shard is gone!” Alma Müller calls out to him as he enters the museum. The two know each other. The city guide is desperate: «This pottery shard is the oldest document of the times, which proves that the city of Solothurn was founded by the Romans between 15 and 25 AD. was founded »Jeffrey immediately recognizes the scope of this theft. From the corner of his eye he sees how Alma can still support himself and then slowly falls to the ground. First the Füdlistein, now the shard. What's going on


Part 3 | Freedom fighters from the pedestal

March 28, 2020 | Author | Simone Leitner
Contributors | Isabel Hunziker, Zuchwil | Hans Fischer, Lüterkofen | Susanne Im Hof, Grenchen | Elisabeth Huser, Matzendorf

Jeffrey is disappointed. He looked forward to an interesting conversation with the coin expert and historian Dr. Manfred Kämpf pleased. He would have directed the conversation to the valuable shard. The journalist is obsessed with the Roman ceramic shards, which in what was then Salodorum were assigned to a production phase between 15 and 25 AD. “After all, this shard makes it official: In 2020 Solothurn will be 2000 years old. And this historical piece of all things is stolen », he says to Alma Müller, who has recovered and is now slowly coming towards him. She nods sadly and whispers in Jeffrey's ear: “The Füdlistein is gone too. You know someone wants to hurt us a lot. And you also know who ». Jeffrey shakes his head and makes a dismissive gesture. He takes his cell phone out of his jacket and calls his uncle. “Hello Kuno, this is Jeffrey. I need your help." Kuno Studer, the well-known Solothurn commissioner, is about to retire and has felt every crime at least ten times, snorts loudly and says: "Then shoot!" Jeffrey Affolter tells his favorite uncle about his new job as an editor at the Solothurner Journal, about the loss of the historic shard in the Museum Blumenstein, about the disappearance of Füdlistein in Goldgasse and his fears. At least now, Studer is sitting upright in his chair and saying that he will arrange everything that is necessary. Then he mumbles: “A few years ago the Museum Blumenstein was transformed into a noble casino.It was played, gambled and indulged for five months - just like in the old days, when the nobles were among themselves. " Studer becomes even more restless and sees the artistic paintings in the museum in front of him: the members of the Greder von Wartenfels and Stäffis-Mollondin families smile benignly from the walls at the visitors who are now coming and going in their former country estate.

The sirens can be heard from afar before the three police cars that have been deployed turn into Blumensteinweg via Fegetzallee. Jeffrey now feels uncomfortable at the scene and decides to leave. He does not want to unnecessarily hinder the police specialists in their search for clues in the museum. He drives towards the concert hall, wants to take a few steps through the city park, wants to distract himself. But as soon as he arrived, he couldn't believe his eyes: "Tadeusz Kosciuszko was kidnapped," whispers Jeffrey, startled. A few days ago he had spoken to Alma about the Polish hero of freedom, who was born in 1746 and died 71 years later in Solothurn. Last week they met in Tadeusz Kosciuszko's death room, which is now a museum on Gurzelngasse. Exactly in the house where Tadeusz Kosciuszko spent the last three years of his life. And now his monument in the city park is gone. The whole thing is becoming more and more mysterious. Jeffrey calls Alma: "The statue in the city park is gone." He wonders who is directing such a grudge against the ambassador city and which historical gem is the next victim? His gaze wanders in the direction of St. Ursen's Cathedral: «Please don't!».


Part 4 | The city stream in sight

March 30, 2020 | Author | Simone Leitner
Contributors | Christine Künzler, Schüpfen | Isabel Hunziker, Zuchwil | Hans Fischer, Lüterkofen | Susanne Im Hof, Grenchen

Studer sits at his cozy desk at home with his wire-haired dachshund “Inspector Barnaby” ​​on his lap, meticulously listing all the facts. He's long gone. It's getting late and the inspector is tired. But today he doesn't care. He is often tired, exhausted and burned out in the early morning. After 40 years of service, countless cases and even more trouble, he only wants one thing: to retire. And then go hunting with Barnaby, tinker with his grandson and have some peace and quiet. But now his ambition has been aroused. Even more: his honor is at stake: Studer has to solve this case before the big 2000-year celebration, at which Solothurn is in the limelight far beyond the national borders. He knows that these thefts are neither a coincidence nor a prank. Kuno Studer has two months to save his hometown. And only two people with whom he can solve the case: Alma Müller and his nephew Jeffrey Affolter. He calls both of them the next morning, but only reaches Alma and makes an appointment with her in Goldgasse. Studer is the first to arrive at the crime scene. He looks around for more clues. His gaze wanders towards the Aare and he also notices these strange traces, which point to something very large and very heavy. “I already know that there are no giants,” says Studer with a smile. Now comes Alma. Before he greets her, he says a little nervously: There are traces here that make me shudder. Alma knows his fears and it is clear to her: She has to cancel her planned tour of the city today at 3 p.m. Should her colleague Susi Frischbach take care of the tourists from southern Germany and show them the most beautiful baroque city in Switzerland - “without Goldgasse and the city park”, she says to her colleague from the Tourist Office on the phone. Alma added cursory that she would explain the reasons later, but was now in a hurry. But before she can say goodbye, she hears a crack on the line and the tourism director on the phone. Tom Seiffert has known Alma Müller for many years and trusts her blindly. He listens to her and calms her down: "Take your time, say hello to Kuno for me and when you need me, I'll be there." He still calls out worried: "At any time of the day or night" and is gone. Alma takes a few steps along Goldgasse, mentally drifting far away. The Stadtbach used to flow openly from the north through the city to the Aare. There was no running water in the houses, much was washed in the town stream. Alma sees the pharmacist cleaning his vessels in front of his house on Kirchgasse (today Hauptgasse). Previously, further north, the butcher cleaned the intestines of the slaughtered animals in the same stream. Now Alma hears the inspector calling and she gives Studer a greeting from Tom Seiffert. You take a close look at the mysterious tracks. Studer mumbles: "Not only was a historic stone stolen here, but it was also dug". The ground has been torn open, the stone blocks are only loosely draped again and water penetrates to the surface. Do the perpetrators have the city stream in their sights?

Jeffrey has meanwhile called the editor-in-chief of the Solothurn Journal and told him that the coin collection was absolutely uninteresting and not worth history. Editor-in-chief Andreas A. von Burg is annoyed and says that he doesn't really care about these coins and that he now has neither time nor nerves for him and his historical faiblesse. Jeffrey stays home and does research. Where is there a connection between the "Füdlistein", the Roman shard and the statue in the city park? Four deep black espressos and two hours later he struck gold. What he has just discovered takes his breath away. He tries to reach Studer by phone, but he is still out with Alma and has no ear for the ringing of his cell phone. Jeffrey spontaneously grabs his camera under his arm, goes to Goldgasse and meets his uncle and Alma. They discuss the situation. “From now on, Goldgasse must be put under surveillance. "And please, the Solothurn Journal must not get wind of the story," warns Studer.

Part 5 | The secret of the patrician families

March 31, 2020 | Author | Simone Leitner
Contributors | Isabel Hunziker, Zuchwil | Hans Fischer, Lüterkofen | Susanne Im Hof, Grenchen | Joelle Harms, Selzach | Elisabeth Huser, Matzendorf

In the afternoon Jeffrey Affolter drives to the Museum Blumenstein with Alma Müller. Inspector Studer is already there, standing in a corner and staring at the ornate paintings of the patrician families. Something can no longer go. He could swear that old stories are noticeable in the walls. Studer is familiar with the history of Solothurn. Even more: he also has these historical flashbacks. Studer now clearly sees Joseph Glutz-Ruchti, known as the debt baron, walking around the museum. The last owner of these walls from the ranks of the patricians was Rittmeister at the Prussian court and married to Mathilde Pfyffer von Heidegg. "What a man," thinks the inspector. When the debt baron drove into town with his wife and horses, he was sitting on the box, his wife at the back, he would turn back before she drove through Säutöri to the cemetery square and shouted, "Bend over, you bitch." Studer is torn from his visions, hears Alma talking to Jeffrey and tries to hide his condition. "Kuno, what's going on?" asks Alma. "Nothing." Alma takes a deep breath and says in a certain voice: “Kuno! Jeffrey! Stealing has been going on for days, Solothurn has been damaged and all of our history is destroyed piece by piece. Our home is crumbling and the three of us are hiding secrets and covering up old stories. This can not go on like this!" Alma takes another breath: "If we are not finally honest, we will become victims of a very subtle conspiracy." The passionate city guide stands there and waits. Studer and Jeffrey are irritated. They did not expect this announcement. Studer now walks up to Alma, puts his hand on her shoulder and whispers in her ear: “Okay, we're going to pull together. Each of us has pieces of the puzzle that we have to put together in order to see the big picture. " In the parking lot, they sit down in Studer's hunting SUV and discuss the chronology of what has happened. After a good two hours, a loud ringtone ripped them out of the conversation. Jeffrey picks it up. «Affolter! What is this self-importance? What mysterious research? I want a good story tomorrow. And not from coins or other historical crap! This is something from the day before yesterday. Digitization, PropTech - these are hot topics! Or discover what's going on between this young Solothurn actress and this politician, you already know! " Editor-in-chief Andreas A. von Burg gives him until 7 p.m.

After yesterday's meeting, the three are now able to reinterpret the tracks in Goldgasse. Alma has now contacted all the stone sculptors in the region and asked about a truck with a crane. Nothing. None of the vehicles was in the old town of Solothurn on that day. "I'll check that out," says Alma, slightly threatening. Jeffrey bends down in Goldgasse and wobbles the loose stone blocks. He smiles, Alma and Studer nod meaningfully. A few minutes later, the trio, under Jeffrey's leadership, make their way to the Stalden. And in fact: here too, loose stone blocks. "What does that mean?" Alma asks everyone. "That someone is very familiar with the flow plan of our former city stream." Jeffrey suspects that a trail was laid with the stolen objects and that it must be something bigger. "Similar to a scavenger hunt?" Studer gets Jeffrey's approval. "So back to space one!", The uncle requests and the gentlemen set off. Alma stays behind, irritated, and calls out, "space one?" Studer turns around and says “come on, my love, it will be exciting”.


Part 6 | The big find

April 01, 2020 | Author | Simone Leitner
Contributors | Isabel Hunziker, Zuchwil | Hans Fischer, Lüterkofen | Susanne Im Hof, Grenchen | Mathieu Im Hof, Grenchen | Joelle Harms, Selzach | Elisabeth Huser, Matzendorf

Back at the base in Goldgasse, which looks bare and unspectacular without “Füdlistein”, Inspector Studer and Jeffrey Affolter walk around the stalls without a word. Alma is also there, but she kneels on the floor and desperately searches every centimeter very carefully. All three focus on the one crucial point: "We are going to reveal a secret that will not only shed a new light on Füdlistein, but also on history." Studer and Jeffrey look at Alma on the floor and have pricked up their ears. «Alma, you were the first to arrive at the scene and saw fresh evidence. Why were you so scared? You were on the phone with the police besides you. Why haven't you talked to us about it until today? ”Asks Kuno Studer. He suppresses his anger and rather tries to adopt a friendly tone. "I think it's time to let us in." Alma sits down on the floor, leans her back against the wall, sighs and tells the two colleagues a crazy story. Jeffrey offers her his hand and pulls her to her feet. "Dear Alma, we will still be picking up and removing all the individual loose stones - then we will know what's behind the secret," says Inspector Studer, picking up the strings again. Jeffrey suggests that they wait for dawn and then search everything. "Perfect, and until the time comes, I'll check out all the stone sculptors I spoke to yesterday personally." Alma makes an appointment with Studer and Jeffrey at 5 p.m. in Goldgasse.

Jeffrey sits in the open-plan office of the editorial team, rewrites the end of his article and is satisfied. With his research on listed buildings that have been renovated in recent months, he was also able to convince editor-in-chief Andreas A. von Burg. Converting beautiful, ancient farmhouses is a dream of many. But to adhere to the guidelines of the monument protection, more of a nightmare. Jeffrey is rushing towards Goldgasse again, it is shortly before 5 p.m. "You were right!" Alma shakes the loose stone blocks and looks at Studer with wide eyes. "Here is a cavity that is covered with boards!" Finally, the team has a track and Goldgasse has a huge vault several meters long. After they have cleared the last large lump of Solothurn stone aside, “a sensation!” Opens up in the cone of the torch behind the hole, not only for Kuno Studer: A perfectly hewn and bricked round vault shows itself in full splendor. Jeffrey immediately suspects: “While stealing the heavy Füdlistein, the truck with the lifting platform sank. Perhaps even deliberately, in order to mislead us all with the theft of Füdlistein, to distract us from the real goal, ”he whispers to himself. But how is the statue of the Polish national hero Kosciuszko related to this find? "The statue and the shard are other parts of the track," says Alma. Your knowing look speaks volumes. Studer explains that it is no coincidence that each of them has a special relationship with a stolen object or the place where it happened: “Alma, you and the Füdlistein. Jeffrey and the statue and I with the shard in the Blumenstein Museum. Me and my affinity to the Solothurn patrician families. " Studer, Alma and Jeffrey decide to cover the vault again. "For now," says Commissioner Kuno Studer. "Tomorrow we have to call in the responsible authorities." Alma looks at Studer in disbelief. "You won't dare to do that now that we're on the trail of the spit!" She packs her things and leaves.


Part 7 | The ominous Facebook post

April 02, 2020 | Author | Simone Leitner
Contributors | Isabel Hunziker, Zuchwil | Hans Fischer, Lüterkofen | Susanne Im Hof, Grenchen | Mathieu Im Hof, Grenchen | Joelle Harms, Selzach | Christine Künzler, Schüpfen

Alma is exhausted and at a loss. She looks back on the day, but with the best of will she can neither classify the historic find of the vault nor construct a connection between the objects that have disappeared. She feels all the more the great connection to Jeffrey Affolter and Kuno Studer. Is it the deep passion for the history of Solothurn? Is it the mental time travel that she shares with Studer in old walls and in the vicinity of sights? Or the well-kept secrets that all three carry around with them? Alma did not fall asleep until the early hours of the morning and accordingly woke up late and exhausted. She picks up the cell phone, is wide awake when she sees the missed call from Jeffrey. Already at a quarter past six he left a voice message: “Hold on tight, in a Facebook post“ derunbekannteberner ”wrote that the Füdlistein was her new Unspunnenstein! And in another entry, a group of people from Solothurn calls on people to look for the Füdlistein. " Alma no longer hears the rest. She is dizzy and aware that the loss of Füdlistein is now publicly known. In the shower she works out a very elaborate plan. Confidence germinates. Now quickly find the right shoes and then straight out. Before the door slams shut, your smartphone vibrates and your pulse skyrockets. Tourism director Tom Seiffert! Seiffert, who was helpful and relaxed yesterday, is now beside himself. «Füdlistein is gone, the city full of tourists and my team non-stop on the phone. You're involved! " Everyone would wander through the city in search of this impossible Solothurn Füdlistein. The tourists, especially from Bern, would even ask about the rules of the game for this “awesome scavenger hunt”. «Alma! What's happening? I want answers, transparency and solutions! ». Alma assures her boss to come to the office immediately. With solutions.

On the way there, she informs Jeffrey and Studer. They agree that the lack of stone, statue and shard will be made known and come up with this clever idea: “Solothurn is going crazy” is the name of a new “crime trail” that Switzerland's most beautiful baroque city has to offer. With this distraction, they would have enough time to uncover the real secret behind the serious case and, above all, to hide the inconceivably valuable find of this underground space. You would simply tell people that the stolen parts are at the restoration experts and that Solothurn Tourism has developed this cool trail from it. Quasi a historical pop-up. Alma thinks the idea is brilliant, but asks uncertainly: "Do you really think Tom Seiffert can be fobbed off with it?" There still has to be a story behind the story. Studer and Jeffrey are not embarrassed there either. Ten minutes later in Seiffert's office, Studer tells the following story: “The night before yesterday, a passer-by reported to the police that water was coming out of the stone stones on Goldgasse. This reports the incident to the work yard. The boys move out immediately. On site they find out that it is the underground city stream. It is dug deep and lo and behold, a large hole comes to light. How should we proceed, ask the Werkhof employees? There is a lifting crane on the vehicle. You discover the Füdlistein and decide to close the hole with this stone. Then, without further ado, it is covered again with the stone stones. The damage is repaired.Since it was an emergency operation, the report was deposited with me directly. "

The story is so believable that the flyer template for the new pop-up crime trail is in the print shop minutes later. Only Alma doubts.


April 03, 2020 | Author |  Courtship brother, editor-in-chief of the Solothurner Zeitung

Alma is in doubt, Jeffrey is crazy - and Studer? He thinks the quickly constructed story is brilliant. Also in their own right. The matter with the Füdlistein buried under the city stream steers the interest away from the criminalistic to the touristy. That helped everyone, right? "In any case, I can now do my detective work very thoroughly and without being observed by the audience," Studer leaned back, relaxed in his armchair.

But the thoughts quickly raced from one scene to another. Well, the Füdlistein was one thing, the broken pieces the other. But the statue of Kosciuszko? What, for God's sake, should the head of the freedom fighter, who had spent his last years on Gurzelngasse, have to do with the willful removal and even kidnapping of the most important Solodorensia? Did the perpetrator (s) - perpetrators not excluded - set the wrong track? Or did they make fun of getting their nose for a certain smell?

For the time being, Studer cannot make any sense of it. He stares helplessly into the bookcase and suddenly discovers a book that he devoured years ago with enthusiasm "in a Schnuuz": It was called "Kosciuszko" and was about two skiers who disappeared on Mount Kosciuszko in Australia in 1928 and a great secret of the highest Berg on the mainland of the 5th continent. That mountain that first climber Pawel Edmund Strzelecki named in honor of the Polish national hero after his name in 1840.

Meanwhile, the Stadtbach was simply called Stadtbach because it was the stream that flowed through the city. It's good that Studer is torn from this moment with a phone call from Tom Seiffert, when his thoughts are losing their sharpness. "Studer, this is going to be a really big deal," the tourism director roars through the phone, "we have to do everything right now so that the crime thriller trail becomes our season hit." Studer asks what that means for him. And Seiffert replies: "Firstly, the investigations have to be carried out« undercover », so to speak, and secondly, the Solothurn Journal has to take part. Do you understand?"

Studer understood very well. But his experience tells him: a doubting city guide and an embedded journalist mean risks without end. Concerns that Seiffert cannot ignore, but firmly hold on to with conviction: "Don't worry about Alma, I have her under control. After all, she is my employee. And as far as the Solothurn Journal is concerned: We do with them A nice media partnership for the promotion of the Krimi-Trail, which is pouring a lot of money into the till. This is where the editor-in-chief of Burg loses his claws and becomes tame as a cat, believe me.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey is brooding in his editorial office. His double play fascinates and unsettles him at the same time. But he wants to dare. And shows a zeal for work that amazes his boss. "Well, Jeff, just in love, that the work is so easy for you?" Jokes von Burg and turns away with satisfaction. "That would be nice", thinks Jeffrey and puts a humorous final sentence under the reopening of the freshly spruced up specialty shop for all kitchen matters in the shadow of "La Couronne" and St. Ursen.

Meanwhile, the plan is maturing in him: "I have to go back to Goldgasse tonight." In the past, since the journalists were allowed to smoke as much as they could behind their typewriters, he would now have lit a Parisienne. Instead, he reaches into the bag with the vegan snack and grabs two beetroot chips. In his head it rattles: "A vault only makes sense if it has an entrance and an exit.

I have to find out where this damn corridor is leading, "Jeffrey makes himself courageous with a bold phrase. Contrary to his habit, he doesn't go to the" Oeufi "for an after-work beer, but hurries home to the Judengasse. And waits for it to get dark.


Part 9 | Networked underground

April 04, 2020 | Author | Simone Leitner
Contributors | Isabel Hunziker, Zuchwil | Hans Fischer, Lüterkofen | Susanne Im Hof, Grenchen | Mathieu Im Hof, Grenchen | Joelle Harms, Selzach