Erich Von Daniken - The Gold Of The Gods

1 - The Gold Of The Gods
times look as if they were covered with a kind of glaze. Obviously
these passages did not originate from natural causes-they looked more
like contemporary air-raid shelters!
As I was feeling and examining ceilings and walls, I burst out laughing
and the sound echoed through the tunnels. Moricz shone his torch on
my face:
"What's wrong? Have you gone crazy?"
"I'd like to see the archaeologist with the nerve to tell me that this work
was done with hand-axes!"
My doubts about the existence of the underground tunnels vanished as
if by magic and I felt tremendously happy. Moricz said that passages
like those through which we were going extended for hundreds of
miles under the soil of Ecuador and Peru.
"Now we turn off to the right," called Moricz.
We stood at the entrance to a hall as big as the hangar of a Jumbo Jet.
It could have been a distribution center or a storeroom, I thought.
Galleries leading in different directions branched off it. When I tried to
use my compass to find out where they led, it went on strike. I shook
it, but the needle did not move. Moricz watched me:
"It's no use. There is radiation down here that makes it impossible to
get a compass bearing. I don't know anything about the radiation, I
have only observed it. It's really a job for physicists."
On the threshold of a side passage a skeleton lay on the ground It
looked as if a doctor had carefully prepared it for an anatomy lesson,
but in addition had sprayed it all over with gold dust.