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A Traveler From the Past – A Parallel World

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The parallel world is there … The passage of time today is what captures the attention of many. Does it exist at all, does it stand or is its movement just a delusion that seems to us. Authors who seek to prove the theoretical or practical possibilities of time travel often cite in their thesis a more than incredible case that occurred in the middle of the twentieth century on Broadway, New York.

A man, trained in 19th century fashion, suddenly found himself amidst numerous walkers and glittering neon signs. He looked around in disbelief, and a moment later he ran, obviously frightened, and ended his life under the wheels of a car. He did not have any documents with him, except for the confirmation that he handed over the horse for safekeeping in the city barn. He was never identified and was buried in a New York cemetery as an unidentified person. It was suspected that it was an actor who came out in a vintage costume to walk out of one of the numerous Broadway theaters during the rehearsal break, but the investigation showed that such a person did not exist anywhere.


Such an incomplete story attracted the attention of the public, and only the complete version, recorded by Jacques Bergier, a well-known researcher of the afterlife and one of the authors of the book ‘Morning Magician’, reveals that there was an epilogue to the whole case and that he had a solution. wit ‘and piles of questions that common sense is unable to deal with!


She leads to the conclusion that a man who disappeared without a trace and a voice 74 years earlier, on the same day and at the same hour, but not older than the time of his disappearance, appeared ‘out of nowhere’. If the detailed data provided by the investigation are correct, then that calls into question our entire system of understanding space and time! Nothing can be accepted as completely real anymore, and the thin thread between reality and what it could be becomes even thinner and we can only shudder with fear …

The event took place on Wednesday, June 14, 1950, at about 11 pm, while Broadway theaters and cinemas were emptied and the streets were full of passers-by. Suddenly, the scream of a man who was knocked down by a car at full speed was heard. He lay in a large pool of blood under the lights of Times Square. Traffic accidents have happened before, but this one caused special attention of people who gathered around a motionless body. The stranger was old-fashionedly dressed, wearing a gray jacket with a row of buttons on his back, black and white checkered pants and high-heeled shoes. Not far from him lay a black cylinder on the asphalt.


After a short time, the body was taken to the morgue, where a police officer searched the pockets of the deceased in order to find something to identify him. In the light of day appeared: bronze coins out of circulation, a confirmation of the barn on Lexington Avenue which said that three dollars were paid for cleaning and feeding the horses, there was $ 70 in the wallet in old banknotes and several business cards with the name Rudolf Fenz and a postmark from 1876.

“And you claim,” said the policeman’s superior, when he saw all these strange things, “that he was wearing a gray jacket, checkered trousers, and a top hat?” He was, therefore, amski. But, the one who disguises himself usually doesn’t carry money out of circulation in his pocket … It’s all very strange to me …
– Only if it is not about an actor who played in a play from the 19th century, and he probably needed the documents from 1876 because of some scenes on the stage? the policeman asked.
“And you think,” said the inspector, “that he went out in that costume?”
– Who knows, anything is possible with actors?

At the beginning, it was thought that it was only a matter of days when the identity of the deceased would be determined, but as time passed, that proved impossible. Two police officers toured all Broadway theaters with a photo of the unknown, and the third went to the address indicated on the business card.


The result: there was no man from Times Square among the actors, while the name of Rudolf Fenz at 372 Fifteenth Avenue was completely unknown. Also, it wasn’t in the phone books either.

The case was then entrusted to Police Captain Hubert V. Rome, who was involved in the search for missing persons. It would be good to find out where that man came from, he reasoned. That he came out of a bar, shop, theater or some restaurant? We will put a picture of him in that extravagant costume in the newspaper – maybe someone who saw him by chance will call …


The next day, a portrait of the stranger appeared in all the New York newspapers. Captain Rome was soon contacted by several people who were in Times Square at around 11 pm on June 14. But instead of clarifying the matter, the testimonies contributed to an even greater mystery. A certain Simona Kinkers said under oath:


– I went out with a friend from the movies. There was a lot of light on the sidewalk. Suddenly, that man inexplicably emerged among us. I remember wondering where he came from? Then I thought it might be some guy advertising a play or handing out brochures. I was surprised to see him staring in fright at the glowing commercials. He asked me, ‘What’s going on? Did a fire break out? Then, without waiting for an answer, he walked through the crowd toward the driveway.

Another witness, M. Barnet, a friend of Simone Kiners, stated:

We just got out of the movies. I was walking with my friends, when this strange man between us suddenly appeared. How? I do not know. I can only say that he was not there a moment ago. I noticed him because of his unusual clothes and a big cigar in his mouth.

But, the strangest thing for me was the expression on his face. He looked at me in astonishment, as if I were a phenomenon. Then he looked around. It seemed to me that he was truly shocked to find himself in a crowd of people to which we also belonged. Then he looked up at the skyscraper and muttered, ‘Oh God!’ After that, he added something else, something about the fire and abruptly headed towards the street, as if he wanted to escape … Several other witnesses appeared to confirm Barnett and Kiners’ statements. But one who was on the edge of the sidewalk when the accident happened added:

When the stranger arrived by August, I noticed that he was looking at the traffic lights at the intersection in fear, as if he had never seen them before. He turned to me and said pointing at the cars racing, ‘What is that’? He was horrified. Suddenly he headed for the middle of the street. I shouted after him, ‘Watch out’! But he couldn’t hear me anymore – the car had already run him over.

Who was the dandy dressed in the fashion of the seventies of the XIX century, the police failed to find out at that time. When he retired, Captain Rome decided to entertain himself with an unusual case for his soul, and finally in the telephone directory from 1939, he discovered a certain Rudolf Fenz Jr., with an apartment on 21st Street, 112 Est.


He went there and found out that Fenz, at the time he lived in the house, was a man about sixty years old and that he was employed at a bank in the neighborhood. Since 1940, when he retired and left the apartment, they have not heard of him. Rome went to the bank and learned there that Rudolf Fenz had died in 1945, but that his widow still lived in California.


Rome boarded the plane and visited it. She replied that she had no son, no nephew, no cousin named Rudolf Fenz, that her husband had not been married and had no children before their marriage, that no one in the family was prone to disguise, that she had never lived on Fifteenth Avenue.

but that her husband lived there as a child. He often showed her the place where his parents’ house was. No, she had never seen the business card shown to her by the inspector before, but the address could be her father-in-law. And 1876? Yes, that date reminds her of something – it is the year of her husband’s birth. Then she pulled out an album of family photos, and only a few pages later, Captain Hubert V. Rome felt himself lose his breath, as if from a blow to the stomach: in one yellowed photo he saw a man in a gray jacket, checkered black and white pants and high shoes. , with a top hat on his head … Beneath that old-fashioned hat was a face he recognized immediately – a stranger from Times Square!

  • Who is this? he asked just in case, though he already sensed an answer.
    “My father-in-law,” said Mrs. Fenz, and the child in his arms is my husband … the future husband.
  • Do you have another photo of your father-in-law?
  • No, this is the only one, I have to tell you that the poor man is mysteriously shortly after he was photographed.
  • Gone?
  • Yes, he’s gone. His wife could not stand the smell of a cigar, so he would take a walk every day after dinner to smoke his cigar in peace. He did not return one evening.
    His family searched for him through the police, but in vain. It was never known what happened to him.

Excited, Captain Rome had only one more question after all: does the widow of Fenza the Younger know when her father-in-law disappeared without return?


“I happen to know,” she replied. My mother-in-law often told me about it. My husband was then three months old, so the disappearance happened in June 1876.


The persistent Captain Rome returned to New York and found in the police archives a list of people who disappeared in 1876 and who were wanted by the police. The date of June 14 was the name of 29-year-old Rudolf Fenc, who was dressed in a gray jacket, checkered black and white pants and high shoes. He had a cylinder on his head …


So, although a strangely dressed man from Times Square was buried as an unknown, everything indicates that it was Rudolf Fenz who lost all trace in 1876. Until the same day, June 14, and maybe an hour, a full 74 years later, when he briefly saw the glare of the streets of New York in the middle of the 20th century, and in the fear that overtook him, he became the victim of a car accident. Why did he appear on that very date, on the very anniversary of his disappearance, and where was he all those years? The impression is – nowhere, as if in just a second, in an instant, he jumped over the time barrier in some inexplicable way and found himself, perhaps, in one of the parallel worlds in which 1950 was!


All this would sound like a science fiction story if Jacques Bergier, when he found out about her in an American parapsychological magazine, did not look for Captain Rome, who, although in his advanced years, still remembered all the important details of the whole case.

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