I was a poor man, married with two children, struggling to find enough to eat. My only source of livelihood came from a small flock of sheep that I raised. I lived in a village far from my hometown, away from my family and relatives. For several long and bitter years, I endured this harsh life — years I will never forget. There were days when my wife couldn’t even find enough sugar to make a pot of tea.
What hurt me most, was when some well-off individuals would visit us. They would bring a few supplies or give my children small amounts of money under the guise of being friendly and enjoying my company. Deep down, I knew these visits were acts of charity, and it made me feel suffocated. At times, I even wished for death to escape the humiliation.
The years passed, and life became even harder as my children grew older and their needs increased.
Due to my extreme poverty and dreams of wealth, I became deeply invested in the search for treasures. I don’t recall a single month passing without me going out to dig at least a few times. Sometimes I went alone, and other times I went with several people from the village. Our village and its surroundings were full of various symbols and signs, most of which had been broken or destroyed by amateurs, hobbyists, and careless treasure hunters.
All these signs were clear evidence of a long-established civilization in the area, making me more certain that beneath the ground lay gold, coins, artifacts, treasures, and relics. However, despite all my attempts at searching, digging, and exploring, I gained nothing but exhaustion. I found no treasure and received no reward for my efforts. Yet, I never felt despair. Every time I went out to dig, I felt even more hopeful than the time before. My entire life had been this way, constantly pursuing the same dream.
What interested me most in life was treasure hunting. I was fascinated by the symbols and dedicated to learning about metal detectors and treasure-hunting tools. Yet, despite all the clues, when we dug, we found nothing to suggest the presence of a lost civilization — no rooms, ruins, or anything encouraging. What we did find, however, were old, disturbed graves, many of which had been opened long ago. There were stories of people who had benefited from these graves. We also found deep, ancient wells, most of which had been sealed by the villagers to protect children and livestock from falling into them.
One day, I still remember the exact details of that day because it changed my life forever. I woke up early in the morning, around 6 a.m., to tend to the sheep in a nearby area. I returned home at 10 a.m. so my wife could milk them. I started to feel a little tired, so I decided to take a short rest at home. I lay down and fell asleep for about half an hour. Suddenly, my wife woke me up quickly and told me to go outside and see what was happening. Most of the village children had gathered outside, near an old well that had been filled in. Our children were there too, and she was worried that they had found a snake or something dangerous.
I quickly rushed over there and was the first man from the village to arrive. They had gathered around a large hole that led to an underground room near the well, no one knew existed. The ceiling had suddenly collapsed, and on one side of the hole, there were stone steps leading down. I immediately told the village children to go back to their homes and began examining the site. I was scared to go down myself. Just a few minutes later, most of the men and young men from the village arrived, and everyone believed there was treasure or gold hidden there. Some of them climbed down into the hole, and I quickly followed, hoping to find something.
Inside, it was breathtaking. The walls were coated with a smooth, white material, similar to plaster. There were several narrow corridors, about 1 meter by 1 meter, and tunnels in the floor. Some skeletal remains were scattered around. These tunnels led to other rooms, while some connected to the nearby well. Each new room had more passages leading to more rooms, and every room had graves in the floor. Along the walls, there were shelves with various glass, pottery, metal, and stone items. The walls were decorated with carvings and paintings, most of which depicted men of religion.
Each of us grabbed something — glass pitchers, pottery, and various tools I couldn’t even identify. Greed was evident in everyone; everyone wanted to claim something. Chaos, destruction, and disorder took over the place as everyone rushed around, searching frantically. I remember entering one of the tunnels and finding a very small room at the end, barely big enough for me to walk through with my back hunched. Inside, there was a single grave, a long stone coffin. I pushed the lid aside, and inside was a skeleton with long white hair — likely the grave of a woman. There were several gold jewelry pieces, glass pitchers, some beads, and gemstones. I quickly gathered them in a bag I had with me, though most of the glass broke as I rushed.
I ran out quickly to find everyone scrambling to leave, shouting loudly that the police had arrived. Without hesitation, I rushed home. I had forgotten all about my children and hadn’t even asked where they were. To my relief, they were with my wife at home. I told my wife to hide the bag I had brought in the feed shed where we used to hide the animal feed. I was terrified the police would come to arrest us and search the houses.
Later, I looked out from my house and saw police officers surrounding the area. After some time, several cars from the Ministry of Antiquities arrived, and they began searching the site. The area remained cordoned off for three days, with the work continuing throughout that time. Finally, they used bulldozers to fill the hole back in. Surprisingly, they didn’t question anyone or search any homes.
A few days later, I went to the shed and took out the bag I had brought. I entered my room alone while my wife and children were asleep. I gently emptied the contents of the bag. Most of the small glass pitchers and glassware had been damaged when I placed them in the bag, but there were also some hard, geometric-shaped glass pieces in various colors, which I set aside. I then pulled out the gold jewelry and coins. There wasn’t much, but when I weighed them later, it came to half a kilogram.
There were still some rings and gemstones left in the bag. One item caught my attention — a smooth, transparent, round piece of glass, resembling a ball. It had a slight blue tint and was truly beautiful, about the size of an orange. What was strange about it was that when you held it up to the light, you could see inside — a naked woman and a man playing a stringed instrument, surrounded by monkeys. The monkeys were sitting on what seemed to be writing, but I couldn’t understand the language. When I turned the ball, the woman inside began to sway, as if she were dancing, while the other images remained still. It was mind-blowing! If you placed the ball on the ground, you couldn’t see anything inside except that it was a transparent ball with a blueish tint. I also remember that it was somewhat heavy.
I placed everything back in the bag and hid it in a metal box I had. That night, I couldn’t sleep from the excitement. Two days later, a man from the village came to my house with several people I didn’t know. He asked if I had anything from the underground room that I wanted to sell, saying these people were ready to buy. After some hesitation, I told them I had some gemstones and small glassware. They immediately asked to see them. I was very nervous, but I went inside, opened the box, and took out the glassware and gemstones to show them.
They examined the items and seemed disappointed that some of the glassware was broken, but they offered me $3,500 for what I had shown them. I agreed without hesitation. The fear I had been feeling started to fade, and I felt a sense of relief when one of them took money from his wallet and handed it to me. I couldn’t believe it — I felt like I was dreaming as I held the cash. They took the items, wrapped them in cloth, and placed them in paper bags.
Just before leaving, one of them asked if I had anything else to sell. I remembered the glass ball and told them about it. They were immediately curious, and I brought it to them. They spent half an hour inspecting it, and it clearly amazed them. One of them offered me $600 for it, but I asked for more, seeing how much they admired it. He refused, saying it was just for decorating his home, but he eventually agreed to pay $800. I reluctantly accepted, and I sold it to them. How naive and regretful I felt afterward!
The men left my house, and I was left holding $4,300 in cash, which was a huge amount at the time. I felt like I was flying with joy, and my wife and I celebrated together, careful not to let the children know about it.
We quickly brought many purchases back home, and the children were as happy as could be. After a while, I went to a merchant and told him about the remaining items I had. He came to my house with a scale and testing tools, and he bought the gold for $15,500 and the rest of the items for $3,500.
With this money, I started investing in land, and I made a fortune. I became quite wealthy, left the village, and returned to the area where my family and relatives lived. Everyone began to respect me, and I gained a lot of recognition. I married three women afterward, but none of those marriages worked out, and they all ended in divorce. I drove many luxury cars, built a house on a beautiful farm, and invested the remaining money in a steady source of income. Now, I live a comfortable life.
The reader might think that the amounts I mentioned in this story are small, but back in the late 1970s, they were huge sums. I remember that I used to buy a plot of land for $250, while now the price for one 1000 m2 in those areas is nearly $250,000.
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What hurt me most, was when some well-off individuals would visit us. They would bring a few supplies or give my children small amounts of money under the guise of being friendly and enjoying my company. Deep down, I knew these visits were acts of charity, and it made me feel suffocated. At times, I even wished for death to escape the humiliation.
The years passed, and life became even harder as my children grew older and their needs increased.
Due to my extreme poverty and dreams of wealth, I became deeply invested in the search for treasures. I don’t recall a single month passing without me going out to dig at least a few times. Sometimes I went alone, and other times I went with several people from the village. Our village and its surroundings were full of various symbols and signs, most of which had been broken or destroyed by amateurs, hobbyists, and careless treasure hunters.
All these signs were clear evidence of a long-established civilization in the area, making me more certain that beneath the ground lay gold, coins, artifacts, treasures, and relics. However, despite all my attempts at searching, digging, and exploring, I gained nothing but exhaustion. I found no treasure and received no reward for my efforts. Yet, I never felt despair. Every time I went out to dig, I felt even more hopeful than the time before. My entire life had been this way, constantly pursuing the same dream.
What interested me most in life was treasure hunting. I was fascinated by the symbols and dedicated to learning about metal detectors and treasure-hunting tools. Yet, despite all the clues, when we dug, we found nothing to suggest the presence of a lost civilization — no rooms, ruins, or anything encouraging. What we did find, however, were old, disturbed graves, many of which had been opened long ago. There were stories of people who had benefited from these graves. We also found deep, ancient wells, most of which had been sealed by the villagers to protect children and livestock from falling into them.
One day, I still remember the exact details of that day because it changed my life forever. I woke up early in the morning, around 6 a.m., to tend to the sheep in a nearby area. I returned home at 10 a.m. so my wife could milk them. I started to feel a little tired, so I decided to take a short rest at home. I lay down and fell asleep for about half an hour. Suddenly, my wife woke me up quickly and told me to go outside and see what was happening. Most of the village children had gathered outside, near an old well that had been filled in. Our children were there too, and she was worried that they had found a snake or something dangerous.
I quickly rushed over there and was the first man from the village to arrive. They had gathered around a large hole that led to an underground room near the well, no one knew existed. The ceiling had suddenly collapsed, and on one side of the hole, there were stone steps leading down. I immediately told the village children to go back to their homes and began examining the site. I was scared to go down myself. Just a few minutes later, most of the men and young men from the village arrived, and everyone believed there was treasure or gold hidden there. Some of them climbed down into the hole, and I quickly followed, hoping to find something.
Inside, it was breathtaking. The walls were coated with a smooth, white material, similar to plaster. There were several narrow corridors, about 1 meter by 1 meter, and tunnels in the floor. Some skeletal remains were scattered around. These tunnels led to other rooms, while some connected to the nearby well. Each new room had more passages leading to more rooms, and every room had graves in the floor. Along the walls, there were shelves with various glass, pottery, metal, and stone items. The walls were decorated with carvings and paintings, most of which depicted men of religion.
Each of us grabbed something — glass pitchers, pottery, and various tools I couldn’t even identify. Greed was evident in everyone; everyone wanted to claim something. Chaos, destruction, and disorder took over the place as everyone rushed around, searching frantically. I remember entering one of the tunnels and finding a very small room at the end, barely big enough for me to walk through with my back hunched. Inside, there was a single grave, a long stone coffin. I pushed the lid aside, and inside was a skeleton with long white hair — likely the grave of a woman. There were several gold jewelry pieces, glass pitchers, some beads, and gemstones. I quickly gathered them in a bag I had with me, though most of the glass broke as I rushed.
I ran out quickly to find everyone scrambling to leave, shouting loudly that the police had arrived. Without hesitation, I rushed home. I had forgotten all about my children and hadn’t even asked where they were. To my relief, they were with my wife at home. I told my wife to hide the bag I had brought in the feed shed where we used to hide the animal feed. I was terrified the police would come to arrest us and search the houses.
Later, I looked out from my house and saw police officers surrounding the area. After some time, several cars from the Ministry of Antiquities arrived, and they began searching the site. The area remained cordoned off for three days, with the work continuing throughout that time. Finally, they used bulldozers to fill the hole back in. Surprisingly, they didn’t question anyone or search any homes.
A few days later, I went to the shed and took out the bag I had brought. I entered my room alone while my wife and children were asleep. I gently emptied the contents of the bag. Most of the small glass pitchers and glassware had been damaged when I placed them in the bag, but there were also some hard, geometric-shaped glass pieces in various colors, which I set aside. I then pulled out the gold jewelry and coins. There wasn’t much, but when I weighed them later, it came to half a kilogram.
There were still some rings and gemstones left in the bag. One item caught my attention — a smooth, transparent, round piece of glass, resembling a ball. It had a slight blue tint and was truly beautiful, about the size of an orange. What was strange about it was that when you held it up to the light, you could see inside — a naked woman and a man playing a stringed instrument, surrounded by monkeys. The monkeys were sitting on what seemed to be writing, but I couldn’t understand the language. When I turned the ball, the woman inside began to sway, as if she were dancing, while the other images remained still. It was mind-blowing! If you placed the ball on the ground, you couldn’t see anything inside except that it was a transparent ball with a blueish tint. I also remember that it was somewhat heavy.
I placed everything back in the bag and hid it in a metal box I had. That night, I couldn’t sleep from the excitement. Two days later, a man from the village came to my house with several people I didn’t know. He asked if I had anything from the underground room that I wanted to sell, saying these people were ready to buy. After some hesitation, I told them I had some gemstones and small glassware. They immediately asked to see them. I was very nervous, but I went inside, opened the box, and took out the glassware and gemstones to show them.
They examined the items and seemed disappointed that some of the glassware was broken, but they offered me $3,500 for what I had shown them. I agreed without hesitation. The fear I had been feeling started to fade, and I felt a sense of relief when one of them took money from his wallet and handed it to me. I couldn’t believe it — I felt like I was dreaming as I held the cash. They took the items, wrapped them in cloth, and placed them in paper bags.
Just before leaving, one of them asked if I had anything else to sell. I remembered the glass ball and told them about it. They were immediately curious, and I brought it to them. They spent half an hour inspecting it, and it clearly amazed them. One of them offered me $600 for it, but I asked for more, seeing how much they admired it. He refused, saying it was just for decorating his home, but he eventually agreed to pay $800. I reluctantly accepted, and I sold it to them. How naive and regretful I felt afterward!
The men left my house, and I was left holding $4,300 in cash, which was a huge amount at the time. I felt like I was flying with joy, and my wife and I celebrated together, careful not to let the children know about it.
We quickly brought many purchases back home, and the children were as happy as could be. After a while, I went to a merchant and told him about the remaining items I had. He came to my house with a scale and testing tools, and he bought the gold for $15,500 and the rest of the items for $3,500.
With this money, I started investing in land, and I made a fortune. I became quite wealthy, left the village, and returned to the area where my family and relatives lived. Everyone began to respect me, and I gained a lot of recognition. I married three women afterward, but none of those marriages worked out, and they all ended in divorce. I drove many luxury cars, built a house on a beautiful farm, and invested the remaining money in a steady source of income. Now, I live a comfortable life.
The reader might think that the amounts I mentioned in this story are small, but back in the late 1970s, they were huge sums. I remember that I used to buy a plot of land for $250, while now the price for one 1000 m2 in those areas is nearly $250,000.
******
Hi, TreasureNet Adventurers!
Are you fascinated by lost treasures, hidden fortunes, and daring adventures? I’ve gathered incredible stories inspired by legends and real-life accounts of treasure hunts—some so amazing they seem almost unbelievable!
On my blog, Goldtales, you’ll find thrilling tales of buried artifacts and secrets waiting to be uncovered. Whether you’re seeking inspiration for your own hunts or just love the excitement of the chase, these stories are sure to spark your imagination and curiosity.
Let’s explore the mysteries together!
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