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• Sep 12, 20266.9x their median

  Jeremy Glick was thirty-one years old when he boarded United Airlines Flight 93 on September 11, 2001. He was traveling for work. His daughter, Emerson, was only twelve weeks old. It was supposed to be an ordinary flight across the country. Then the hijackers seized the aircraft. Forced toward the rear of the plane, Jeremy reached his wife, Lyz, by telephone. She told him what was happening across America. Two hijacked planes had struck the World Trade Center. Another had crashed into the Pentagon. At first, Jeremy and the other passengers were trying to understand what was going on. They gathered information from their phone calls and compared what they were hearing. As the picture became clearer, they realized the hijackers were not taking them somewhere to negotiate. The plane was likely going to be used in another attack, and everyone aboard was probably going to die. That was when Jeremy decided to fight. He was not alone. Others aboard had reached the same conclusion. Tom Burnett spoke repeatedly with his wife, Deena, gathering information and relaying it to the others. Mark Bingham joined them as well. Flight attendant Sandra Bradshaw heated water to throw at the hijackers. Food carts were readied as battering rams. Todd Beamer, unable to reach his wife, found himself speaking with telephone operator Lisa Jefferson. He asked her to tell his family that he loved them. Then she heard him turn toward the others. “Are you guys ready?” A pause. “Okay. Let’s roll.” Jeremy told Lyz what they had decided. “We’re going to rush the hijackers.” Those words carried a terrible weight. His wife was waiting for him at home. So was Emerson, their twelve-week-old daughter. If Jeremy did not return, Emerson would grow up knowing her father through photographs, stories, and the final decision he made aboard Flight 93. At 9:57 a.m., they attacked. They charged forward as the hijacker at the controls threw the aircraft violently from side to side, then up and down, trying to knock them from their feet. Dishes shattered. Bodies were thrown against seats and walls. Still they came. The passengers smashed a food cart against the cockpit door. Men and women who had boarded the aircraft as strangers fought together in its aisle. The hijackers could hear them getting closer. At 10:03 a.m., knowing the passengers were closing in, the hijackers drove Flight 93 into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania. All forty innocent passengers and crew members were killed. But the plane never reached Washington. Jeremy Glick did not save himself that morning. By then, saving himself was almost certainly impossible. He helped save people he could not see. People whose names he would never know. People who had no idea that death was approaching them from the sky. Jeremy was not a soldier. Neither were Todd Beamer, Tom Burnett, Mark Bingham, or the other passengers beside them. The flight attendants had been trained to protect and serve their passengers, not to storm a cockpit held by Islamic radicals. But when no rescue was coming, they became the rescue. On Flight 93, heroism did not arrive wearing a uniform. It rose from its seat, said goodbye, and charged forward. #archaeohistories

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• Sep 1, 20266.4x their median

  The Gebelein Man (also known informally as “Ginger” due to his red hair); is the mummy of a young Egyptian man found in Gebelein (modern Naga el-Gherira, 25 miles south of Thebes), dating from the Late Pre-Dynastic Period, 3400 BC. During the period of Gebelein Man’s life and death, Egyptians were buried in oval pit graves in a foetal position. Unlike their later descendants from the Dynastic age, they did not go through a ‘man-made’ mummification process; within these oval pit graves, bodies would become naturally mummified by the desert sands and climate. It is thought these early burials were studied by later Egyptians to perfect the art (and science) of mummification, a technique the Dynastic Egyptians would of course become famous for. The British Museum sent the body of the Gebelein Man to the Bupa Cromwell Hospital in London for C.T. scans in order to discover more about who he was and what may have actually happened to him. The discoveries were fascinating. The results concluded that the Gebelein Man was between 18 and 21 years old at the time of his death. And unfortunately, he was murdered. X-Rays revealed that the young man had been stabbed in the back, just slightly above his left shoulder blade, and sadly such brutality was his cause of death. His shoulder blade was in fact shattered during the attack, as were his 3rd and 4th ribs on the left side of his chest. Despite the tragedy of the Gebelein Man, the C.T. scans of his remains provided historians with a surprising and valuable piece of information about the culture of this very early period of Egyptian history, and human history in general: Using infrared technology, it was discovered that the Gebelein Man has tattoos, which now makes him (and the Gebelein woman; British Museum. EA32752) the oldest humans as yet to be discovered with tattoos of distinguishable figures, with only Ötzi the Iceman from the European Chalcolithic period (with his mysterious 61 line tattoos across his body) predating them. The tattoos on the Gebelein Man are upon his upper right arm and are of two horned animals; seemingly a bull and a Barbary sheep. In Dynastic Egyptian art, it was the Libyans (Egypt’s neighbours to the west) who were depicted with tattooed limbs (arms and legs), however, due to modern technology, recent findings have taught us that tattoos were in fact evident in Ancient Egypt during the Dynastic age too; most notably a female mummy from Deir el-Medina, whose mummy has a tattooed chest and neck. Before the scans of Gebelein mummies, scholars were aware that tattoos were around in the Pre-Dynastic age, yet the Gebelein Man is the first male to have been found with such. Before this, due to the lack of evidence, Egyptologists presumed the tattoos were a feminine cultural practice. Modern technology, such as non-intrusive scans and infrared technology, as well as DNA is helping us get closer to the ancient world in ways that were seemingly unfathomable just decades ago. The tattoo on the arm of Gebelein man, to naked eye was seemingly just a smudge, yet the technology of today made it clear it was a distinguishable figure, making the Gebelein Man of Pre Dynastic Egypt, the earliest known man thus far to have a recognizable figure tattooed upon him. British Museum (EA32751) #archaeohistories

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• Oct 4, 20265.5x their median

  Marshal Peng Dehuai (1898–1974) was a fearless Chinese military commander, Defense Minister, and one of the Ten Marshals of the People's Republic of China who famously spoke truth to power and suffered a tragic downfall. Appointed Defense Minister in 1954, Peng toured the countryside in 1958 and saw the devastating, man-made famine caused by Mao Zedong's Great Leap Forward. In 1959, Peng wrote a respectful, private letter to Mao saying, "The people are starving". Mao viewed this as a direct challenge and purged him as an "anti-Party" leader. During the Cultural Revolution, Red Guards subjected Peng to brutal torture, public humiliation and imprisonment. He died in prison in 1974 before being posthumously rehabilitated by the Party in 1978... A private handwritten letter delivered to a misty mountain villa destroyed China’s most decorated combat commander. In July 1959, inside the cool pine-covered resort of Mount Lu in Jiangxi province, Marshal Peng Dehuai sat down to write directly to Chairman Mao Zedong. The sixty-year-old Minister of National Defense was not an ambitious conspirator or an ideological dissident; he was a founding hero of the Chinese Communist revolution, a veteran of the Long March, and the revered general who had fought the United States to a standstill during the Korean War. For three decades, Peng had spoken to Mao with the blunt honesty of a trusted peasant brother. But as delegates gathered for the fateful Lushan Conference, Peng could no longer stomach the reports of manufactured triumphs being celebrated by the party leadership. By sliding a candid 3,500-character letter across the Chairman’s desk, the commander signed his own political death warrant. The catastrophe Peng addressed was the Great Leap Forward, Mao’s radical campaign launched in 1958 to catapult China from an agrarian society into an industrial giant. Millions of peasants had been herded into massive people’s communes, communal kitchens were made mandatory, and village laborers were ordered to melt down their cooking woks, farm tools, and door hinges in primitive backyard blast furnaces to produce steel that proved completely brittle and useless. Terrified of falling short of unrealistic quotas, local cadres began fabricating astronomical agricultural yields, reporting that single fields were producing dozens of tons of grain. In the spring of 1959, Peng returned to his home county of Xiangtan in Hunan province to inspect conditions with his own eyes. The reality horrified him: fields were abandoned, ancient fruit trees had been chopped down for furnace fuel, and starving peasants were surviving on wild roots and boiled tree bark while grain storage bins sat completely empty. Arriving at Lushan for what was intended to be an expanded Politburo assessment, Peng found a leadership paralyzed by fear and sycophancy. While regional officials privately whispered about widespread starvation, none dared voice criticism in the official sessions for fear of being branded class traitors. Convinced that the Chairman was being deceived by local party bosses and that the party’s moral authority was at stake, Peng drafted a personal "Letter of Opinion" on the evening of July 14. Phrased with deep revolutionary deference, the letter praised the initial idealism of the campaign but pointed out glaring errors: "petty-bourgeois fanaticism," widespread falsification of harvest statistics, catastrophic mismanagement of rural labor, and economic imbalances that threatened the revolution itself. Peng addressed the document solely to Mao, hoping for a private, frank discussion between two old revolutionaries. #archaeohistories

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• Sep 1, 20263.3x their median

  Gold Mold Cape (1900-1600 BC), from Mold, Flintshire, North Wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 The cape is thought to have formed part of a ceremonial dress, perhaps with religious connections. Cape was within a Bronze Age burial mound in a field named Bryn yr Ellyllon, the Fairies’ or Goblins’ Hill. The gold cape had been placed on the body of a person who was interred in a rough cist (stone-lined grave) within a burial mound. The preserved remains of the skeleton were fragmentary, and the cape was badly crushed. An estimated 200–300 amber beads, in rows, were on the cape originally, but only a single bead survives at the British Museum. It was designed to fit someone of a very slight build and although the gender of the person buried in this grave remains unclear, the associated finds are likely, by comparison with similar contemporary graves discovered, to be those accompanying the burial of a woman. The cape is 458mm wide. It was designed to fit someone of a very slight build, perhaps a teenager, and although the sex of the person buried in this grave remains unclear, the associated finds are likely, by comparison with similar contemporary graves discovered, to be those accompanying the burial of a woman. The cape shows signs of having been worn, and appears to have had a leather lining. The cape is considered to be one of the most spectacular examples of prehistoric sheet-gold working yet discovered. It is of particular interest as both its form and its design are unparalleled. The cape is oval in shape and would cover the shoulders, upper arms, and upper chest of the person wearing it, being higher at the back and lower in the front. As the cape extends so far down the upper body, it would have severely restricted arm movement by pinning them to the wearer's side, so that only the lower arms were usable. For this reason, the cape would not have been suitable for everyday wear. It seems most probable that the cape was used for ceremonial purposes, and may have signified the wearer as a person of spiritual or temporal power: the Bronze Age equivalent of a chasuble, perhaps. The craftsmanship with which the cape was constructed is exceptional. The object was beaten out of a single ingot of gold, a task which would have taken considerable time and skill, and was then intensely decorated with repoussé concentric rings of ribs and bosses. The decoration almost totally fills the object's outer surface, so that very little "plain" gold remains. It has been suggested that this decorative motif may mimic multiple strings of beads and/or the folds of cloth. Since its backing had decayed, the fragile cape broke up during recovery. The pieces were dispersed among various people. Although the British Museum acquired the greater proportion in 1836, small fragments have come to light intermittently over the years and have been reunited with the larger portion. Small fragments of the actual cape are on permanent display in the Daniel Owen Centre's museum in Mold. Later, detailed study and restoration revealed the full form of the cape, which at one time had been misidentified as a peytrel (chest ornament) for a horse. It also became apparent that a second, smaller object, in matching embossed style, was present in the grave. The cape is now mounted on cloth. The cape was number 6 in the list of British archaeological finds selected by experts at the British Museum for the 2003 BBC Television documentary Our Top Ten Treasures presented by Adam Hart-Davis. It also featured in the BBC Radio 4 series A History of the World in 100 Objects, as object number 19, in February 2010. British Museum #archaeohistories

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• Sep 1, 20263.0x their median

  The charming village of Foroglio, nestled in the Bavona Valley within Switzerland's Italian-speaking canton of Ticino.. .... 🇨🇭 A narrow strip of land enclosed by two vertical cliffs. High waterfalls cascade down the steep slopes – such as Foroglio, which measures 110 metres. When it rains, there are hundreds of them. They crash onto the small plain below, a winding strip of land vulnerable to landslides. And where the mountain hasn't collapsed, massive boulders lay strewn about randomly, as if they had fallen from the sky. First impressions? This is a land hostile to humans. And a second glance doesn't change that impression much either.  But not for the people of Val Bavona, who have made this place their home – wrested from the slopes of the surrounding monoliths and in the shade of the fallen boulders, so that they can subsist even in this environment. They've lived here since time immemorial, making the odd concession to modern-day comforts. But only a few. So don't go looking for a light switch when night falls – the valley still isn't on the grid. The wild DNA of north-western Ticino is not about to be tamed any time soon. "It's rocky, steep and unforgiving. But if all the other good land has been taken, you've no choice but to look elsewhere." With his small round glasses and rugged features, Flavio Zappa is a living testament to the place. Historian, archaeologist and medievalist, he has carried out excavations and renovated and mapped most of the valley's splüi – the distinctive houses buried beneath the rocks. Armed with the manual he wrote himself, Zappa takes us on a tour of his world. Although the region isn't far from Locarno, it doesn't match the stereotypical image of Ticino. There are no golden palm trees, riviera or vineyards, and very little sun. "In winter, a lot of places don't get any light at all," says Zappa, walking at a brisk pace. Val Bavona is surrounded by sheer rock walls, and less than 2% of its surface is suitable for cultivation. To preserve these meagre resources, the valley subscribes to an almost cave-like architecture. "These days, we just blow up boulders that are in the way. But that wasn't possible before. So people built their homes underneath them, above them, anywhere they could." The end result reminds one of a stony Smurf village. People also built terraces on the mountain slopes as a way to salvage fertile ground. In this way they were actually able to cultivate land between and above the rocks, which became known as hanging gardens. Livestock weren't left out either, receiving shelter in dugouts beneath the numerous boulders. All of the crooked buildings in the valley’s 13 villages look like they've either been crowned with an imposing monolith or squeezed into a few square metres between two rocks. Everything that was done had a reason: to preserve every last inch of fertile ground. That's why they built such tall houses – early skyscrapers – to use up less land. The small town of Sonlerto was built entirely in the middle of an ancient rockslide. And people have lived there for millennia, despite the harsh conditions. "Judging from the first human traces found at the foot of Monte Basodino (3,200 metres), the area was already populated during Ötzi's time more than 5,000 years ago – mainly by hunters and people searching for crystals," says Zappa. 🎥© https://t.co/fMzeNMKZAq / ronald_soethje #archaeohistories

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• Sep 12, 20262.3x their median

  The 'bedding ceremony' was a widespread European marriage ritual that blended community oversight, symbolism, and social pressure. In many regions from the Middle Ages through the 18th century, marriage wasn’t considered fully valid until it was consummated, so communities developed public rituals to escort the couple to bed. Witnesses, often family, clergy, or local leaders would lead the bride and groom to a prepared bed, offer blessings, and sometimes even help undress them to symbolic layers. This wasn’t meant to be voyeuristic; it was a formal, communal guarantee that the marriage was legitimate, alliances were sealed, and property or inheritance claims would be secure. The ritual varied widely across Europe, but the underlying idea was the same: marriage was a public contract, not a private moment. In 16th‑century Germany, the ceremony took on a particularly theatrical form. After placing the couple in bed, guests would withdraw and erupt into loud celebration outside, pipes, drums, shouting, and revelry, creating a noisy buffer meant to give the couple privacy while still signaling that consummation was expected. This noise also served as a kind of communal “shield,” ensuring no one could claim the marriage hadn’t been completed. Over time, as ideas about privacy, intimacy, and individual choice evolved, the bedding ceremony faded, surviving only in fragments or symbolic gestures in some rural traditions. Its history offers a window into how deeply marriage was once embedded in community life and public ritual. The bedding ceremony was tied to legal proof and community enforcement of marriage. In many European regions, especially from the late medieval period onward, the presence of witnesses at the couple’s bedding served as a safeguard in disputes over legitimacy, inheritance, or annulment. If a marriage was later challenged, by families, by the Church, or by the couple themselves, the fact that respected community members had escorted the pair to bed, blessed the union, or observed symbolic gestures of intimacy could be used as evidence that the marriage was valid and consummation was expected. This made the ritual not just social or symbolic but a practical legal mechanism in societies where written contracts were rare and oral testimony carried significant weight. #archaeohistories

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• Oct 4, 20262.2x their median

  Admiral Luis Carrero Blanco, the Prime Minister of Spain and right-hand man to dictator Francisco Franco, was assassinated on December 20, 1973, in Madrid by a massive car bomb. The assassination shook the Francoist regime, effectively destroying Francisco Franco's plans for political continuity after his own death. It marked a major turning point in modern Spanish history, hastening the eventual transition to democracy following Franco's death in 1975. The attack transformed ETA from a regional separatist group into a globally recognized and formidable armed militant organization... A two-ton armored limousine was launched over the roof of a five-story building. In the quiet morning drizzle of December 20, 1973, a deafening detonation tore through the wealthy Salamanca district of Madrid. Beneath the asphalt of Calle de Claudio Coello, an underground mine packed with high explosives shattered the street, sending cobblestones, iron railings, and concrete hurtling into the sky. Riding inside the black Dodge 3700 GT was Admiral Luis Carrero Blanco, the Prime Minister of Spain and the handpicked heir apparent to the country’s aging dictator, Generalissimo Francisco Franco. The blast was so colossal that the vehicle vanished from the street entirely, clearing the roof of a Jesuit church and monastery before crashing into an interior second-floor courtyard on the opposite side. It was one of the most spectacular political assassinations of the twentieth century, and in a single concussive flash, it destroyed the architect chosen to preserve Spanish fascism into the modern era. For more than thirty years, Carrero Blanco had operated as the indispensable shadow of the Franco regime. A deeply conservative naval officer and devout Catholic, he entered Franco’s inner circle during the Spanish Civil War, rising through ministerial ranks by demonstrating unwavering personal loyalty and bureaucratic efficiency. Franco viewed him not merely as a trusted counselor, but as the living guarantee of his life's work. In June 1973, recognizing his own failing health, the eighty-year-old dictator formally separated the roles of head of state and head of government, appointing Carrero Blanco as President of the Government. The admiral’s mission was clear: orchestrate a seamless continuation of authoritarian rule—a doctrine known as "Francoism after Franco." Pious, ascetic, and fiercely unbending, Carrero Blanco held rigidly predictable personal habits. Every morning at precisely eight-fifteen, he attended Mass at the Church of San Francisco de Borja on Claudio Coello, taking the exact same vehicle and driving the identical route back to his office, refusing the unpredictable security maneuvers typical of modern heads of state. That fatal routine was meticulously mapped by four operatives from ETA, the militant Basque separatist organization. Code-named "Operación Ogro" (Operation Ogre), the plot originally envisioned kidnapping the admiral to exchange him for dozens of imprisoned Basque militants. However, when Franco elevated Carrero Blanco to Prime Minister, tightened escort details made an abduction too dangerous, prompting the cell to switch to assassination. In the autumn of 1973, militants rented a ground-floor basement apartment at Calle de Claudio Coello 104, directly on the route between the church and the admiral's residence. Posing as sculptors and art students to explain the banging noises and heaps of rock, the men spent grueling weeks digging an underground tunnel nearly twenty-five feet long beneath the sidewalk, extending directly into the center of the road. Inside the cramped burrow, they packed roughly seventy-five to one hundred kilograms of Goma-2 dynamite arranged in a T-shape, connecting the charges to a hidden detonation wire that stretched along the street corners disguised as an overhead municipal electrical line. #archaeohistories

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• Sep 2, 20261.7x their median

  Jacob Miller was a Union soldier in the 9th Indiana Infantry who fought at the Battle of Chickamauga in 1863. During the chaos of the fighting, he was shot directly in the forehead, the bullet entering above his left eye. The impact knocked him unconscious, and he was left on the battlefield assumed dead, one of thousands lying among the fallen. When he eventually regained consciousness, he found himself surrounded by bodies and had to crawl toward help, bleeding heavily and barely able to see. Amazingly, Miller survived long enough to reach a field hospital, but even there surgeons believed he wouldn’t make it. The wound was so severe that they didn’t attempt to remove the bullet; they simply cleaned the area and bandaged him. Miller endured weeks of agony, infection, and partial blindness, yet he continued to cling to life. Eventually he recovered enough to return home, though the bullet remained lodged in his skull. The wound never fully closed, leaving a permanent hole in his forehead that became his most recognizable feature. For the next 31 years, Miller lived with the bullet still inside his head. He suffered chronic pain, headaches, and vision problems, but he also became a living symbol of Civil War resilience. In 1894, three decades after Chickamauga, surgeons finally removed the bullet, which had slowly migrated and caused worsening symptoms. Miller lived into old age, proudly wearing his veteran’s medal and often photographed to show the extraordinary injury he had survived. Jacob Miller spent years after the war writing letters to military surgeons because his head wound kept “changing.” The hole in his forehead never fully healed, and he reported that tiny bone fragments would occasionally work their way out decades later. Even stranger, Miller said he could feel weather changes inside the wound, pressure shifts, storms, and cold fronts caused sharp pain where the bullet sat lodged behind his eye. His case became so unusual that medical journals quietly circulated his letters as an example of long‑term cranial trauma survival. #archaeohistories

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• Oct 4, 20261.6x their median

  The jamming of Jozef Gabčík’s British-made Sten submachine gun during Operation Anthropoid is one of the most famous and nerve-wracking near-failures in military history... On May 27, 1942, Reinhard Heydrich, "Butcher of Prague" and a principal architect of the Holocaust, was commuting in an open-top Mercedes through Prague. As his limousine slowed down to navigate a sharp hairpin turn, Gabčík stepped directly in front of the vehicle, aimed his concealed Sten gun at point-blank range, and pulled trigger. Nothing happened. This sudden halt gave Gabčík’s fellow operative, Jan Kubiš, the critical window he needed. Kubiš stepped forward and threw a modified anti-tank grenade at the open car. While the grenade missed the inside of the vehicle and detonated against the right rear tire, the blast was powerful enough to shatter the chassis. Shrapnel, metal splinters, and contaminated horsehair upholstery stuffing tore into Heydrich's back and side. Though both assassins initially thought they had failed and fled the scene, dirty shrapnel did its work. Heydrich developed sepsis (blood poisoning) from the bacteria carried by the upholstery fibers and died 8 days later on June 4, 1942... A submachine gun clicked harmlessly as a Nazi dictator rounded a Prague street corner. On the morning of May 27, 1942, an open-topped green Mercedes-Benz slowed down to negotiate a sharp hairpin bend in northern suburb of Libeň. Sitting in front passenger seat was SS-Obergruppenführer Reinhard Heydrich, Reich Protector of Bohemia and Moravia, chief of Reich Main Security Office, and one of the most feared men in occupied Europe. Stepping directly into the car's path, a young Slovak soldier pulled trigger of a British Sten submachine gun at point-blank range. Nothing happened. The firing mechanism had jammed. Within a split second, an operation planned for months by Allied intelligence teetered on the brink of total disaster, with assassin standing exposed before the man who had signed the death warrants of thousands. Heydrich was not merely an administrative bureaucrat; he was the primary executive of Adolf Hitler's terror apparatus. Known as "the Blond Beast" and "the Butcher of Prague," Heydrich commanded the Gestapo and SD, and just four months earlier had chaired the Wannsee Conference to organize the industrial mechanics of the Holocaust. In Prague, he had pacified the Czech resistance through swift martial law, public executions, and workplace discipline, boasting that the local population was completely subdued. In a show of absolute arrogance, Heydrich pointedly refused armed military escorts, driving daily between his country villa in Panenské Břežany and Prague Castle in an open convertible flanked only by his driver, SS-Oberscharführer Johannes Klein. In London, the Czechoslovak government-in-exile under Edvard Beneš recognized that breaking this illusion of calm was an existential necessity, selecting two elite paratroopers—Jozef Gabčík and Jan Kubiš—for a clandestine assassination mission code-named Operation Anthropoid. When Gabčík's gun failed at corner, Heydrich made a fatal tactical error. Instead of ordering Klein to accelerate through the turn to safety, SS commander stood up in open car, drew his service pistol, and shouted at his driver to stop. Taking advantage of paused vehicle, Jan Kubiš stepped from curb and hurled a modified anti-tank grenade concealed in a leather briefcase at vehicle. Bomb missed the interior, detonating against the exterior of the right rear wheel arch. Blast tore through the chassis, shattering windows of a passing tram and peppering Kubiš's face with shrapnel. Though Heydrich stepped out of vehicle and attempted to pursue his attackers with pistol raised, he suddenly collapsed onto the hood, his hands pressed against his bleeding back. Metal splinters and coarse horsehair from car's seat upholstery had been driven deep into his ribs, puncturing his diaphragm and lacerating his spleen. #archaeohistories

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• Oct 4, 20261.5x their median

  According to Aztec belief, the Xoloitzcuintli (Mexican hairless dog) acted as a sacred psychopomp that guided human souls across a wide, treacherous river in Mictlan, the nine-tiered underworld. The breed's name derives from the Aztec god Xolotl (the canine-headed deity of death and sunset) and itzcuintli (dog). Only a yellow or reddish Xoloitzcuintli possessed the spiritual power to recognize its master and swim them across the water. Black or white dogs could not help, as they were considered too stained or freshly washed to take on the task. Families frequently buried a yellow dog alongside a deceased relative or sacrificed a small dog with a cotton cord around its neck to ensure the soul would not be stranded. This ancient bond influences modern traditions like Día de los Muertos, where dogs remain honored symbols connecting the living and the dead... Waiting for you at the threshold of the underworld was a dog. Hairless, warm to the touch, and utterly silent. It knew the way. Its job was to guide you across the nine rivers of Mictlán to whatever came after. That dog had a name: Xoloitzcuintli. Pronounced roughly "show-lo-eats-QUEENT-lee." Named for Xolotl, the Aztec god of fire, lightning, and death, the deity who accompanied the sun on its nightly passage through the underworld and who took the form of a hairless dog to do it. The Xolo, as people call it now, is not a legend. It is a living animal. Geneticists believe the breed is one of the oldest in the world, with evidence of its presence in Mesoamerica stretching back at least 3,000 years. Ceramic figurines of hairless dogs appear in burial sites from western Mexico to the Yucatán. Aztec priests kept them in temples. Families kept them in homes, partly for warmth, the breed runs several degrees hotter than most dogs, and partly for what was believed to be their healing properties. A Xolo pressed against an aching joint was considered medicine. Then came 1519. Hernán Cortés landed on the Gulf Coast with roughly 500 soldiers, and within two years the Aztec empire had collapsed. The Spanish brought with them a deep suspicion of indigenous spiritual practice, and the Xolo was tangled up in that practice at every level. Missionaries wrote about the dogs with alarm. Some were eaten during the siege of Tenochtitlán, where food ran out. The breed did not disappear overnight, but its population fell sharply and kept falling through the colonial centuries. By the early 20th century, cynologists in Europe and the Americas were debating whether the Xolo still existed in any meaningful population at all. The rescue, when it came, was partly the work of artists. Frida Kahlo kept Xolos. So did Diego Rivera. The two painters photographed their dogs and painted them into murals, the breed appearing alongside Aztec imagery as a deliberate act of cultural recovery. Rivera, who was deeply interested in pre-Columbian Mexico, advocated publicly for the Xolo's preservation. In 1954, the Mexican Kennel Club launched a formal expedition into remote regions of Colima, Guerrero, and Oaxaca to find surviving specimens. They found them, enough to establish a breeding program. The effort was serious and sustained. By 1956, the Xolo had been officially recognized as a breed by the Fédération Cynologique Internationale. Mexico eventually declared the Xoloitzcuintli a national patrimony, a living artifact of the civilization that built Tenochtitlán. The breed today looks almost exactly like the dogs in those pre-Columbian figurines. Hairless. Warm. Quiet. Ears upright. Eyes steady. The ceramic burial figures match the living dog almost exactly. Whatever the Aztecs were breeding for 3,000 years ago, they got it right and never changed a thing. #archaeohistories

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