Monday Mystery: The Riddle of the Autobahn
Günther Stoll was afraid. In 1984, Stoll was unemployed, and suffering from paranoia. "They" were out to harm him, he told his wife. He had told her this before and nothing had come of it. She did her best to soothe him, as she always did. He subsided into thought for a while before abruptly sitting up in his chair and crying, „Jetzt geht mir ein Licht auf!” (lit., "Now the light dawns on me!"; coll. "I've got it!") He snatched up a notepad and pen and wrote YOG'TZE . Or possibly YO6'TZE . No one is quite sure. He scratched the characters out as soon as he'd written them down, and told his wife he was going down the pub to have a drink. She let him go. Perhaps she thought this was a comfortingly normal thing for him to do. Stoll passed out cold at the bar. People do that from time to time, but usually they've had a few beforehand. Stoll had ordered a beer and then not managed to drink it before keeling over. He picked himself up