September of the 21st, 1945, reports of Hitler hideouts, Los Angeles letter to Bureau.
The first sub came close to shore about 11pm, after it had been signal safe to land, and
a doctor and several men disembarked, and Hitler and two women.
Another doctor and seven more men said Hitler had suffered from asthma and ulcers, had shaved
off his moustache, and had a long butt on his upper lip.
Argentina's navy tried to capture the U-boats, but the huge coastline made it easy for escaping
Nazis to get ashore.
They arrived at a farm lost in the immense desolation of Patagonia, and once there,
unload all that could be unloaded – people, personal belongings, useful bits of the U-boats.
Those areas weren't patrolled, and the farms had land on the coast, and besides, at that
time, those were German-owned farms.
Hitler was seen moving quickly inland, heading across the Argentine Pampos towards the southern
Andes.
The path was leading to a German-owned hotel in a remote region of Portaba.
Could this be Hitler's mountain hideaway?
Catalina says Adolf Hitler came to the Eden Hotel in 1948.
After the war, he stayed in the house.
At that time, they weren't working in the hotel anymore.
There is no doubt in Catalina's mind that she remembers Hitler's visit.
He arrived one night.
The driver must have brought him.
He was put up on the third floor.
Catalina even recalls what Hitler ate.
We were told to take his breakfast upstairs and leave it at the door.
To knock at the door and leave the tray on the floor.
He ate very well, the trays were always empty.
Most of the meals were German, cheese souffles and others.
Meals of German origin, all German recipes.
According to Catalina, the Hitler of the Andes was clearly recognizable as the Hitler of
so many people's imagination.
Even though he'd lost his moustache.
He must have shaved it off.
But he had a wig, definitely a wig, not hair.
He might have had a little hair, but he did wear a wig.
There were usually people in the house all day.
But for those three days, the third floor was private.
Downstairs everything was normal.
Mrs. Ida told me, whatever you saw, pretend you didn't.
One of the drivers and I used to joke, I saw nothing and you saw nothing.
It was as if it had never happened.
It was kept very, very secret.
But now, after so many years, I don't care anymore.
If they don't want to believe me, they don't have to.
What else can I say?
I just saw what I saw.
