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For the text version of this, an all hour long go to theguardian.com for The Mystery of the Nameless Girl Found Dead in a Spanish Border Town by Giles Tremlett Read by Luis Soto Nobody can recall who first phoned the police on the morning of the 4th of September 1990, but everyone remembers the government. Her body, hanging from a pine tree on a steep slope above the Spanish frontier town of Porbo, was visible to anyone looking up from the beach or across from the opposite hillside.
She was barefoot, with grey-blue eyes and thick chestnut-brown hair. She wore blue dungarees over a turquoise green shirt. you squeezed into a cauldron-like Mediterranean cove had only 2,000 inhabitants but plenty of police officers. In these years before the Schengen Agreement, guards were stationed on the French border, but these officers were experts in immigration and smuggling, not violent death.
Instead, Enrique Gomez, a 35-year-old investigator from the Guardia Civil police force, was called in from the nearby city of Figueres to investigate. The phone call came as he was having breakfast in the canteen. Carles Cejero, an 18-year-old reporter who had just begun working with the local El Puna View newspaper, got to the scene before him. Trejo had been woken by a call from a waiter friend working the breakfast shift at a cafe. He hurriedly dressed and rushed out with his camera.
I'd never seen a dead body before, Farejo recalled. The police didn't cordon off crime scenes back then. I managed to get half a meter away and thought, she's my age. At 8.30am, Gormuth arrived with colleagues. The scene was unchanged. A thin white cord was slung over a low branch and around the girl's neck.
Her feet dangled just half a metre above the rough ground, which was sparsely covered by hardy, wood-stemmed herbs and the spiky leaves of prickly pears. Her black sandals were close by, set neatly side by side. It looked very much like a suicide but there were many questions. first how had she managed to climb the tree tie a knot and position herself in the middle of the night without leaving marks on her feet or body then above all
Nobody in town recognized her, but nor did any of the foreign backpackers passing through Porbu report a missing friend. She carried no ID, no passport, no money, no wallet, no train... Her pockets were empty. It was as though her identity had been deliberately erased. Yet there was something striking about the whole scene, starting with the angelic look that some perceived on the face of this wholesome-looking, clean-cut girl.
The setting was so theatrical, it left a deep impression, said Trejo. After an hour or so, someone placed a pink cloth over the girl's head, which hung like a bride's veil. were it not such a ghastly scene the composition may have been deemed beautiful with the veiled girl looking out towards the bay framed by pine trees Later that morning, the girl was taken down and transported by ambulance to the morgue at Figueres Cemetery. Forensic Dr. Rogelio Lacazzi received the body.
He saw no reason to question the verdict of a magistrate who deemed the death a suicide. There was no sign of violence except for the welt left by the cord around her neck. Lakathi performed an autopsy which confirmed she had died by hanging. He did not test her blood for sedatives or other drugs. The girl, who seemed to have been in her late teens or early twenties, appeared to have been in good health prior to her death.
Apart from a slight suntan, her skin was pale. She was obviously from somewhere north of Spain, recalled Lacazzi. He was meticulous about photographing her clothes, which may provide some clues. Yet the tags for brands such as Rocky and Impulse revealed little. They could have been bought anywhere in Europe. Two months passed, but the girl's identity remained a mystery.
The body was still in the morgue's refrigerator, which was prone to malfunctioning because of sudden electricity cuts, so Lakathi decided to move her to the cemetery. First, he embalmed the corpse to ensure that it remained intact should someone claim it. She was then placed in a white body bag and lifted into niche number 134, high in one of the serried rows of square-faced compartments five stories high, bearing names of the dead that run across the cemetery.
This was a space owned by the town hall and used for those whose families cannot pay for their own niche. On the front, they scrawled NN for no name. LaCathy was sure that the girl was safe. If her family ever came looking, she would be easy to identify. Over the following years, the Spanish media occasionally return to the mystery.
Later, the case featured on European websites listing missing people and unidentified bodies, which desperate relatives turned to, searching for information on their loved ones. Families came from elsewhere in Spain, as well as Germany and France, all seeking missing daughters. Fingerprints and medical records ruled them out. In 1999, the Spanish government set up the Phoenix Programme, a new DNA database of missing people.
This should have made identifying the Porbu girl much simpler, but when Lakathi arrived at the graveyard in 2001 to take a DNA sample, he found the niche They've stolen the girl, he protested to the local judge, but there was nothing he could do. The gravedigger had followed municipal rules, reburying her in the cemetery's communal grave after ten years. Her body was now mixed up with dozens of others. Few corpses remain unidentified in Figueres.
In such cases, Lakathi said, they are usually from the margins of society. sex workers, addicts or indigents far from home. The Porbu girl did not fit, he said. Like most people involved in the case, police, officials, townsfolk or journalists, he would never forget. In 2017, the police officer turned author Rafael Jimenez even wrote a novel imagining her story. He called it The Hanging Bride in the Land of Wind. Carles Porta, a 61 year old writer and filmmaker, is a TV phenomenon in Catalonia.
Since 2020, Porta has made a true crime show for Catalonia's TV3, Grims, which he presents and narrates with the theatrical gravitas of a Spanish Orson Well. Catalans love it so much that, when I last ate with Porta in a Barcelona restaurant, strangers kept coming up to introduce themselves. Porta sources his stories from a network of old-school crime reporters and, in 2022, Tura Soler, veteran journalist in northern Catalonia for El Punaviou, reminded him of the Porpo girl.
Three decades after her death, she remained unidentified. Soled had done her best to keep the case alive, writing regular pieces on the anniversary of the girl's death. I'm pretty obstinate, Soled told me. She also sent me links to her articles. When I heard that they were throwing out old files from the courthouse, I went running over to make sure they saved the Porbu girl documents, she said in one.
Porta was attracted by the mystery and hoped a Crim's episode on the girl might jog someone's memory and help identify her. As Porta's team worked, however, the story changed drastically. Nobody had expressed any real doubt about the suicide until we interviewed Lacazi. And then it all blew up, recalled Porta.
His team showed the now-retired doctor the Guardia Civil's close-up photographs of the hanging girl that had languished unseen in the case file. In fact, it was the first time he had viewed the scene in detail. Lakatha was shocked. When I saw the photos, I said, well now, that's impossible. You have to tie the cord around the branch and then around your neck. How do you do that while balancing on another branch in the dark? Either she learnt to fly or someone helped.
McCarthy became so obsessed that he reconstructed the scene in his home using pieces of wood and his staircase. He decided it couldn't be done. When I visited Porburn, cold December afternoon last year, with the famously maddening Tramuntana wind blowing leaves into heaps on street corners, local-born journalist Ramón Iglesias showed me around.
Iglesias recalled how, when he worked in a currency exchange in the late 1980s, he sometimes met distraught backpackers who had been drugged and robbed on trains into Portbou from Italy and southern France. They would appear in his office desperately seeking ways to receive money from their parents. Could something similar or worse have happened to the girl?
Lakathi had a different theory. What if she had been hanged by someone else but as part of some macabre game or an initiation ceremony that had gone wrong? The pine tree was within a stone's throw of the town's white-walled hilltop cemetery which overlooks the sea. A suitable spot, he suggested, for such a... More importantly there were no signs of a struggle.
given the steep rough terrain and the narrow set of twenty-odd concrete steps that had to be climbed to get there it would have been impossible to drag the girl there unless she was unconscious or semi Even then, it would take four or five people, according to another forensic doctor, Narcisse Bardalet, who used to alternate shifts with Lakathi, and recalls seeing the girl in the morgue.
Lakathi now also found it highly suspicious that she displayed none of the signs of having climbed a tree. Nothing under her fingernails, or on her legs or feet or knees, no marks or scratches. When Gómez, the Guardia Civil officer, had arrived at the scene on that September morning in 1990, he found some young Austrian campers curled up in sleeping bags about 30 metres from where the body was found.
He woke them, demanded their IDs, and showed them the hanging girl. Is she a friend? Gometh asked. The group protested they didn't recognise her. It seemed extremely unlikely that a murderer, or a group of them, would hang someone from a tree and then go to sleep nearby. After being quizzed at the local police station, they were let go. Deeply shaken, they squeezed into their red Volkswagen T3 van and headed south. In his zeal to solve a mystery, Porta asked his team to find the Austrian.
But three decades after the event, the only one they could track down, Peter Treimbenreif, did not recall much beyond reaching Portbou very late at night and the trauma of their early morning encounter. Porta turned to the Austrian broadcaster ATV, which ran a short segment on the Mystery Girl on the 23rd of April 2022. Porta hoped that this may persuade the other Austrian campers to come forward. By chance, an Italian woman holidaying with relatives in Austria saw the show.
The following day, she sent an email to RTV mentioning a young Italian girl, Evie Rauta, who had disappeared 30 years earlier. It was luck, the Austrian show's director, Benedikt Morack, told me. The next day, Morag contacted Christina Rauter, the owner of a film location company in Florence, Italy. Rauta was driving a client into the Alps when her phone rang.
Morak spoke to her in German, since most people in Italy's South Tyrol, where the Rautas are from, are bilingual. Do you have a sister named Evi? he asked. Rauta, shaken and somewhat skeptical, kept driving. In the 32 years since her sister Evie had disappeared, she had received many false texts. If Morak sent pictures, she said she would look at them later. The last time Christina Rauter saw her sister Evie was on Monday the 3rd of September 1999.
Christina, who was then a 23-year-old economics student, had breakfast with Evie, aged 19, in her Florence apartment before heading to the university library. Evie had come to stay a few days earlier as part of her holiday between finishing school and starting an office job near their home town of Lana, in the mountainous Italian province of South Tyrone.
Evie was not sure what she wanted to study at university, so the job was part of a gap year while she worked it out. Earlier in the summer, she had travelled to Ireland for ten days with two high school friends. In Christina's memory there was nothing strange about Evie that morning and the sisters joked around as they always did.
She was calm, with no signs of sadness or depression, just wanting to enjoy the last few days of summer, Christina told me. Evie had recently spotted a cut-price purple swimsuit and spent most of her pocket money on it. A few days earlier, she and Christina had argued about hitchhiking after Evie claimed it was a great way to travel.
That was not something young women did alone, Christina told her. Apart from that, everything was normal, Christina said when we met outside the same apartment block last summer. Before leaving, Christina handed her a 50,000 lira note, about 25 euros, so she had cash for the day. Evie said she might clean the apartment or visit Siena, the medieval Tuscan town, 45 miles away.
When Rauta returned at lunchtime, there was a yellow post-it note on the table with a scribbled message. I felt like going to Siena, so I'll be back later. The coach and rail stations were a 15-minute bus ride away, safely through the city centre. Rauter figured it would take her sister about two hours to reach Siena by bus or train, and the same to return. She expected Evie to walk through the door that afternoon or evening. Hours went by. Day turned to night, but she did not.
evie was cool-headed organized and friendly very respectful said her sister a good person She was not the type to suddenly go wild and change her plans. though her new enthusiasm for hitchhiking did concern Christina. Both she and her sister were quite reserved, but they were very close. We were best friends, Christina told me. If she had problems, she'd talk to me. By 8 p.m., Christina began to worry.
By 10 p.m. she was panicking. She stayed by the phone, hoping Evie would call to explain that she had missed the last train or had gone elsewhere. It never ran. That night, she barely slept, staring at her sister's empty... The next morning she reasoned that Evie would be on the first train or that the phone would ring. Then she called her parents in Lana. Her father, Herman, spent until daybreak at the railway station in nearby Bolzano, hoping her daughter had decided to come.
Our horror film began, said Christina. She rang hospitals in Siena and Florence. Evie had left her bags and even her sunglasses behind, but she had taken her house keys, Casio watch, student rail discount card, and ID. If there had been an accident, Evie should have been easily identified. Police told Christina she had to wait 48 hours before reporting her sister as a missing person.
torn between going out to search and sitting by the phone she cycled in panic around Florence, hoping to run into Ovi on the street. At 9am the next morning, she was finally able to report her sister missing. She gave the police a full description. A teenage girl with thick chestnut hair, wearing jean dungarees, a green shirt, and a Casio watch.
It was exactly the description that, two countries and almost 600 miles away, by road or rail, the Guardia Civil was writing into its reports on the mystery Podbú girl. Evvi's family plastered Florence, Siena and railway stations across Italy with posters.
Christina and her parents, Herman and Carolina, an engineer and a secretary, gave interviews to newspapers and television programs In TV interviews, Christina came across as a poised and sensible young woman from a middle-class family, earnestly explaining why her sister would never just run away. The family went back to the police continually, asking for information.
Newspapers and TV shows speculated wildly and painfully about whether Evie had run off with a secret boyfriend, perhaps an immigrant. Christina was offended at the implication. In her home, there would be no reason for keeping such a relationship secret. The search and the wait took their toll. Police seemed to suspect that Evie had disappeared willingly. Christina was plunged into a world of speculation and
Had she missed something? Had Evie been kidnapped by people traffickers? Did she hitchhike on her own? Could Christina have done something to prevent her disappearance? Then there was the guilt. She wondered whether she should have stayed at home that fateful morning rather than going to the universe. The first two or three years were very difficult, she said. Even decades later, she or her parents would catch a glimpse of a girl who looked like Evie in the street.
Over the years, Christina thought up elaborate fantasies that kept her hopes at what she calls 1%. that evie fell into the sea was rescued and ended up far away or suffered some kind of blackout or decided to start a new life in a distant land Maybe she's in Brazil or somewhere and will come back one day and suddenly the doorbell is ringing. But her mind told her a completely different story.
Something had happened somewhere between Florence and Siena. She's somewhere in a forest. And she's dead. In 2011, 21 years after she went missing, the family applied to have Evie declared officially dead. In November 2012, the court finally posted the brief announcement in Italy's Gazzetta Officiale. It offered a partial form of closure that stopped the regular flow of letters, voting slips, reminders for medical check-ups and so on, landing in her parents' postbox.
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Later that day, high up in the snow-clad Alps, she downloaded the photos, squinting at the small screen on her phone and wondering if they had been photoshopped. I recognised the... she said, but it could still be fake. It took her two days to study the photographs properly on a computer. The pictures Lacathy had taken of Evie's clothes sealed.
Her mother recognised her underwear with the words Touch Me Now printed on the elastic. I bought that in Lana, she said. That was a painful moment for Christina. Looking closer at the images, Christina was struck by the expression, in death, on her sister's face. It seems like an angel is there. She's quite happy. It's strange, as if she's on drugs or something. Spanish police did not test for drugs in 1990. Maybe we should have, admitted Gometh, who still believes it was a suicide.
And then there was the dramatic setting. I mean, the tree, the panorama, the cemetery, the position, the symmetry, said Cristina. That's not possible to do unless you know the place and are thinking about all those things. For me, it's like a scene from a film. It's not normal. The strange serenity of the scene did nothing to soften the emotional pain. It's a mixture of shock and tragedy, Christina said.
but having some kind of resolution to the mystery that had haunted them was important for me and also for my parents. The peace of knowing that Evie really had died, and were, was soured by an invasion of journalists who drove her parents to leave their house in London. The case sparked Facebook groups and speculative YouTube videos. Christina stopped answering her phone. The discovery of the Porbu girl's identity also threw up questions, chief of which was, was Evie murder?
We now know the end, but nothing else, said Christina, who believes there was foul play. Between my front door and the tree we do not know anything. There were many reasons for suspecting murder. How, instead of travelling 45 miles south to Siena, did Evie travel 600 miles north and then west, crossing the borders of France and Spain, two countries she had never visited?
What happened to her ID? Money and real- How, in the middle of the night, had she found the pine tree and climbed the narrow steep concrete steps leading up towards it? Why would a girl who had just bought herself a new swimsuit, who was about to start a new life, choose to take her own life, in such a public and dramatic fashion, so far from home? Evie had been found after daybreak, about 22 hours after saying goodbye to her sister.
It takes 10 straight hours to drive from Florence to Portbou, which leaves little space for hitchhiking, though her sister considers it a reasonable explanation. If she travelled by rail, Evy could have caught a 1315 train from Florence and changed at Pisa to a Portbou-bound train due to arrive at 5.45am. yet that would require her to be firmly set on leaving Italy with the equivalent of about 55 euros in her pocket.
Borbo is small. It takes just 10 minutes to walk from the railway station to the pine tree by the cemetery. Evy could have been there before sunrise. But then what? A woman from an apartment block close by claimed to have heard loud voices and a girl crying out in the night. But it wasn't unusual to hear shouting and strange noises in the summer when the beach was full of partying backpackers. Porbo was a fiesta every night, said Bardalet, the forensic doctor.
The Austrians camping near the tree bedded down in the dark long before Evie could have reached the spot from the station. They did not see or hear anyone in the night. Whatever may have happened, they slept through it. I managed to speak to two... Michael Fuss is now a musician. I recall this policeman waking me up, and then he took maybe ten steps, and I was standing in front of this girl, Fuss told me. I was very suddenly very awake.
The group were mostly childhood friends and members of a Vienna band, Emerald Beyond, which had a loyal following. they often drove south to spain or portugal and already knew porbu which was why some of them chose to sleep near the cemetery and away from the bustle of the beach It felt like a private spot, Fuss said, and not one that a newcomer would have found easily in the dark.
In June 2022, two months after Evie was identified, Italian police, on the recommendation of a court pathologist, opened a murder investigation. but Spanish courts refused to reopen the case. A murder in Spain, if that is what it was, has a statute of limitations attached that means nobody can be charged with the crime after 20 years. Even so, Christina had not given up hope of finding at least some of the answers she sought.
Cristina flew to Spain on the 11th of May, 2022, less than three weeks after she had received the phone call that solved, at least in part, the mystery of Evie's disappearance. Cristina was taken by Porta's team of journalists to Porbo to see what she soon dubbed the odious pine tree, fighting contradictory emotions of horror and curiosity. She met Lakathi, Gometh and others who had been involved in the case. In video footage of the encounters she looks perplexed and pained.
When you saw the body hanging there like a sack, what impression did you have? Did it seem natural? she asked Gometh. There was no sign that she had been attacked, he replied. Almost two years later, in January 2024, Cristina returned privately to Porbus. Without company or cameras, she wanted to feel the feelings that came from being.
Wandering around town, she found it strangely suspended in time full of closed shops with 1990s signage that had gone out of business after the Schengen Agreement came into force and internal EU border controls disappeared. A high-speed rail line that bypassed the town had delivered the final blow in 2010. The cavernous railway station was empty. There were few people in the streets, and the smart mansions that once belonged to prosperous customs agents were decayed.
It seems that, whenever you went there, the town also died, she said. Christina also decided to ask permission to dig up the common grave area at Figueres Cemetery to seek her sister's remains. since evie had been embalmed the corpse should be intact making it easy to find if they knew roughly where she had been placed christina wanted above all to bring her sister home for a proper but she secretly hoped more clues may emerge if Evie's body was disinterred.
It took her many months to grind a path through the Spanish bureaucracy. Dates were repeatedly set and then postponed. In the meantime, the Italian police investigation failed to come up with anything new and was closed. They call it a crime without a suspect, Cristina said. Finally, permission came through to dig for Evie's body.
In December last year, I stood beside Christina in the chilly cemetery as a light drizzle fell and a small red mechanical digger scooped up mounds of soil. The Figueres Town Hall had closed the cemetery for two days. Police guarded the ga- Lacazi was there. So too were Gómez, the Guardia Civil officer, Bardalet, the other forensic doctor, and the journalists Tura Soler and Carles Porta, whose team flew a drone overhead to film the project.
Bardalet, wearing a felt trilby, purple latex gloves, and carrying an umbrella, was in charge, accompanied by a white-overawed archaeologist. A small cheroot cigar was clamped between his teeth. The location for where to search had been identified by the gravedigger, who inherited his role from his father. But Figeres does not have a single communal grave. Instead, holes have been dug in several grass plots. They'll have to dig the whole place up, said Lakathi.
An hour after digging began, there was a flurry of excitement as the first bones were discovered. when we broke for lunch in a restaurant for workers at a nearby industrial estate baddellette told me they had found bits from several bodies none of which were ever An embalmed body was very different from the fractured, decomposing skeletons being discovered. It should have remained whole, and still be in its white bag.
They dug again that afternoon and the following day. Under the freezing rain onlookers stamped their feet or wandered off to find somewhere warm for coffee. Gradually, the digger turned a waist-high trench into a massive hole. Shards of bone from about two hundred corpses were picked from the soil and placed in boxes, but the body they sought never appeared.
Evie's mystery had not just gone to the grave with her, the grave itself now seemed to be missing. It's always been as if this girl's just beyond our reach, said Martalet. At the end of the first day, I sat with Christina in a cafe drinking hot chocolate during a power She was angry at how many mistakes had been made. On the day Evie was found, no forensic doctors had gone to the scene. The photographs of the scene had never been shown to La Casa.
Evie's watch and shoes, which may have provided clues about where she had been, had disappeared, along with the cord around her neck. No DNA had been and now her sister's body was lost. Everything seems incredible, she told me. Kristina had not told her parents she was back in Figilis. She did not want to worry them further. She had already asked me not to contact them, since the earlier press attention had proved so stressful.
She eventually told them at Christmas and said this meant it was now a closed matter for the family. Yet she also still hoped that somebody, somewhere, may reveal the secret of what had happened. Perhaps someone who had met Evie during her journey, whether by train or hitchhiking. Maybe, before dying, they will think they have to say something, she said. The youngest of the onlookers in the graveyard was the mayor of Porbu, Gael Rodriguez, a twenty-year-old representative of the Socialist Party.
He had been elected in 2023, when he was studying law and working in his parents' bar. After Evy's story featured on Porta's show, the town began attracting visitors looking for the pine tree. I was constantly being asked where it was, Rodriguez said. It was now a bigger lure than the memorial to Walter Benjamin, the Jewish thinker who had fled Nazi Germany and died in Porbus.
His death in 1940 was also first thought to have been a suicide. In recent years, some have argued that he may have been killed. These new tourists were evidence of a communal, morbid interest in the case, but they had done more than just gawk. They had turned the place where Evie was found into a monument. When I visited, there were candles and flowers at the base of the pine tree. This is a memorial to Evi Rauta, read a hand-painted plaque, and to all those people with no name.
Before Cristina left for Florence, she and Rodriguez agreed to erect a proper sculpture in Porbur's graveyard. It, too, will honour not just Evie, but the nameless dead. Thanks again for listening to The Guardian Long Read. That was The Mystery of the Nameless Girl Found Dead in a Spanish Border Town by Giles Tremlett. Read by Luis Soto. And produced by Joshan Chan. The executive producer was Ellie Bury. If you have been affected by the topics in this podcast there are services you can access.
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