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Bank robbery heals the economy. It gives work to bored police officers, newspapers have something to write about, readers have something to read about. Insurance companies make up for losses, money goes into circulation, and the economy is booming: true philanthropy. (with)
July 20, 1976 Center of Nice. A sunny, wonderful day to drink coffee, eat a croissant, think about the eternal beautiful, if not for ... not a resonant event that made a hundred other French and not so citizens quit their worldly affairs and in panic run to the doors of the Societe Generale bank ... What for? To find out what happened to their quite movable property - money, jewelry, documents and intimate photos. And all because the day before, some savvy and cunning guys took out 50 million francs from this bank (about 40 million euros today) and welded the vault door.
Once in the bank, they saw the following picture: jewelry of varying degrees of value was scattered on the floor, but not because the thieves were in such a hurry that they forgot to collect all the loot. No-no, the gentlemen had a lot of time.
They were just doing a thorough sorting: they threw out the small change, and the large ones in the bag. Along the way, they scattered documents of varying degrees of confidentiality on the floor, and, for the sake of laughter, hung nude pictures of famous and not-so-famous celebrities and Nice officials on the walls of the vault. And they also ate tightly, as indicated by the remains of a cracker, pizza and empty bottles of wine. In general, the evening was a success.
The robbery was not only daring and arrogant, but also very laborious. And all because the tunnel leading to the storage was not dug, but literally hollowed out! And it stretched to Gustave Delage Street, and this is as much as 8 meters. There was a sewer. And the exit is even further, a few kilometers away, by the Payon River. In this tunnel, the police found a bunch of construction tools - from picks to shovels. Tellingly, no one heard the noise. An inquiring mind may have a question, but how did the clever fellows bypassed the alarm? Quite simply, she simply wasn't there.
Moreover, who would dream of drilling a whole tunnel and a wall with a diameter of 1.8 meters underground? Gookam? Schroeder? No-no, this enthusiast is not spherical, quite real and his name is
Albert Spajari.
Who is this kid? We will not go into deep details, the childhood of the peasant is not that remarkable. Born in 1932 in the town of Laurent-Montaglin, then his parents moved south to the town of Hyères. At school I got a spaghetti chase because I looked like an Italian because of my origin. In general, nothing unique was the name of all the Italians. Racism, what. So the boy grew up, studied, until at the age of 18 he thundered into prison for robbery.
Then again, but this time for a revolutionary attitude and forbidden speeches, since during the Algerian war the guy was a member of a nationalist organization. After his release, the boy's revolutionary romance faded away, peace and tranquility came to his soul. Spajari even got married and moved to Nice, where he opened a photo studio.
After that "Spaghetti" began to assemble a team - 13 friends of Spajari. Yes, there were 13 men involved in this charitable deed.
The day of the operation was scheduled for May 7, 1976. Taking the tools, the guys started digging - centimeter by centimeter, and so on every day. It happened that huge stones came across, from which they hammered seven days in a row the same place. But on July 8, I had to take a short break. The president of the republic himself, Valerie Giscard d'Estaing, stayed in Nice. The operation to take out the bank was on the verge of failure, as the police checked all the approaches, including the sewers. But apparently, they did not check it very carefully, because it carried over.
On May 16, at exactly 21:30, the walls of the vault collapsed and the SIM-sim opened the doors. And while the people were drinking and relaxing on the summer terraces, Spajarri and his accomplices made money by stuffing their bags.
It would seem that the boys have come to success. The robbery was replicated by the media, news number 1. Journalists idolized the robbers, admiring their talent and ingenuity, but poured mud on the police, noting their weakness and sluggishness in this matter. And the guards of the law only had to shrug their shoulders - they really were marking time, there was nothing to cling to. So, small evidence that you can't sew to the case.
For example, a few days before the robbery, the police stopped suspicious men from a local construction site, then again, in another place, by the river. In both cases, they were Daniel Micheluchi and Gerard Vigier, petty crooks from Marseille. In general, they were the first to be overpowered, as the most pale ones.
Mer will then say, they say, such a cool photographer, the soul of the company, how can it be, oh.
It would seem that this is the end, now the kid will be imprisoned for a very long time, to the fullest extent, and the grandmother will be returned immediately. But hell! The robbery is given the status of "audacious" for a reason. In general, the investigative turbidity began, the questioning of the victims, suspects, the establishment of all the facts and events. Spajari's lawyer was Jacques Peyrat, a veteran of the French Legion, who was also one of the founders of the National Front and in the future became the whole mayor of Nice. During interrogations, Albert, with a face of childish surprise, did not understand what was the matter and for some kind of robbery he was being harassed here.
And on March 10, a court hearing began, at which Sparjari gave the judge a piece of paper containing classified information regarding the robbery. For some reason, the judge asked the convoy to leave the office. And while they were there sorting out what was so important scrawled in the note, Albert opened the window and went out like an assassin. Downstairs, the driver and the motorcycle were already waiting for him. Of course, they rushed off into the sunset. He was sentenced in absentia to life in prison. Sparjari was hiding in Argentina. They say he changed his appearance, acquired new documents and even collaborated in some way with the CIA. He died on June 8, 1989, in Italy. I think enough. From what exactly and under what circumstances is a mystery. However, the wife said that throat cancer was to blame.
In this case, there are still enough rumors, legends and other lies. For example, that the right-wing forces contributed to the escape of Sparjari. Because of this, Jacques Médsan did not even participate in the second round of the 1977 elections. There were also rumors that ... Christian Estrosi was driving the motorcycle himself. Such theories are based on the fact that the current mayor is a former motocross champion, a man with skills. But Estrosi had an alibi — he was in Dayton Beach that day. So, eat it.
It would seem that everything. The story is over, the end. But-oh ... in 2010, details suddenly flared up. Some Amigo took it and wrote a book - "The Truth About the Robbery in Nice", where he cut the whole truth, describing the details of the crime 42 years ago.
As accurately as possible, as in live. The investigation found out that this Amigo is actually 74-year-old Jacques Cassandri, a very famous person in French cop circles. In the early 70s, he was tried in connection with the case of the liquidation of a large organized criminal group engaged in drug trafficking, and in 1994 - for organizing prostitution.
Why did Amigo decide to go out into the light of day? I was simply tired of fucking and living in the shadow of Spajari, who was only a pawn, and the real planner and organizer of the robbery is Amigo, you-you-Jacques. Well, the police raided his house, searched him, confiscated a hard disk with a manuscript of the book. The children also turned in their father - they say, the old bastard got it, brags about the robbery, that he came up with everything, uh, scoundrel.
No matter what, but the statute of limitations for the "robbery of the century" expired just in 2010, but in 2011 the police found something to grab Jacques - they presented him with a laundering of the stolen money.
Lawyers insist that the novel is not a proof, but a filthy literacy and, in general, the old man's fantasies.
But the investigation has a different version - Jacques bought land, a villa, a nightclub and other buns for honestly earned money. In general, it seems that the uncle is still being dragged around the courts for all sorts of machinations and are probably waiting for him to introduce himself.
The moral of the story is simple - done the job, do not shine.
July 20, 1976 Center of Nice. A sunny, wonderful day to drink coffee, eat a croissant, think about the eternal beautiful, if not for ... not a resonant event that made a hundred other French and not so citizens quit their worldly affairs and in panic run to the doors of the Societe Generale bank ... What for? To find out what happened to their quite movable property - money, jewelry, documents and intimate photos. And all because the day before, some savvy and cunning guys took out 50 million francs from this bank (about 40 million euros today) and welded the vault door.
When a robbery swings to the category of "event of the century", the police that arrive at the scene, as a rule, clap their ears and make a surprised pug, or even completely falls into shock and prostration. But in the case of the French police, everything is more complicated - after all the above feelings, she also experienced admiration. Refined natures, not otherwise. They admired the roofing felts of the proletariat, which dealt such a blow to the cursed bourgeoisie; if given the opportunity to finally work properly.
Once in the bank, they saw the following picture: jewelry of varying degrees of value was scattered on the floor, but not because the thieves were in such a hurry that they forgot to collect all the loot. No-no, the gentlemen had a lot of time.
They were just doing a thorough sorting: they threw out the small change, and the large ones in the bag. Along the way, they scattered documents of varying degrees of confidentiality on the floor, and, for the sake of laughter, hung nude pictures of famous and not-so-famous celebrities and Nice officials on the walls of the vault. And they also ate tightly, as indicated by the remains of a cracker, pizza and empty bottles of wine. In general, the evening was a success.
Upon completion, they left a poster with a personal "autograph" for a long memory: "Without weapons, without revenge, without violence." And they left. No, not into the sunset. Into a huge hole in the wall leading into a tunnel ... And then, quite possibly, into the sunset.
The robbery was not only daring and arrogant, but also very laborious. And all because the tunnel leading to the storage was not dug, but literally hollowed out! And it stretched to Gustave Delage Street, and this is as much as 8 meters. There was a sewer. And the exit is even further, a few kilometers away, by the Payon River. In this tunnel, the police found a bunch of construction tools - from picks to shovels. Tellingly, no one heard the noise. An inquiring mind may have a question, but how did the clever fellows bypassed the alarm? Quite simply, she simply wasn't there.
Moreover, who would dream of drilling a whole tunnel and a wall with a diameter of 1.8 meters underground? Gookam? Schroeder? No-no, this enthusiast is not spherical, quite real and his name is
Albert Spajari.
Who is this kid? We will not go into deep details, the childhood of the peasant is not that remarkable. Born in 1932 in the town of Laurent-Montaglin, then his parents moved south to the town of Hyères. At school I got a spaghetti chase because I looked like an Italian because of my origin. In general, nothing unique was the name of all the Italians. Racism, what. So the boy grew up, studied, until at the age of 18 he thundered into prison for robbery.
Then again, but this time for a revolutionary attitude and forbidden speeches, since during the Algerian war the guy was a member of a nationalist organization. After his release, the boy's revolutionary romance faded away, peace and tranquility came to his soul. Spajari even got married and moved to Nice, where he opened a photo studio.
A quiet, measured life was broken by a stray book by the author of the novel Robert Pollock, where the plot of the story told about a bank robbery through the sewers. Consider, gave the peasant a whole guide to action. Read - done. Well done, Spajari had been planning for 2 whole jwa years. Along the way, by pure chance, I met and made friends with a whole municipal councilor, who, again, by chance, worked at the Societe Generale bank. During one of the drunken or maybe not drunk, but conversations, this friend told a friend that everyone thinks that there is an alarm in the bank, but it is not. Like Schrödinger's cat.
After that "Spaghetti" began to assemble a team - 13 friends of Spajari. Yes, there were 13 men involved in this charitable deed.
The day of the operation was scheduled for May 7, 1976. Taking the tools, the guys started digging - centimeter by centimeter, and so on every day. It happened that huge stones came across, from which they hammered seven days in a row the same place. But on July 8, I had to take a short break. The president of the republic himself, Valerie Giscard d'Estaing, stayed in Nice. The operation to take out the bank was on the verge of failure, as the police checked all the approaches, including the sewers. But apparently, they did not check it very carefully, because it carried over.
The weekend, from 16 to 18 July, was chosen as the hour "X". Until now, the guys have made sure once again that there is no alarm. Why one of the gentlemen, disguised as a trustworthy client, opened a cell in the bank, where he stuffed a cocked alarm clock, which was supposed to ring at night. If there was an alarm, then with vibration and a call from the alarm clock, it would have worked. But she was not there. In-from.
On May 16, at exactly 21:30, the walls of the vault collapsed and the SIM-sim opened the doors. And while the people were drinking and relaxing on the summer terraces, Spajarri and his accomplices made money by stuffing their bags.
Well, on Monday everyone is already ahueli. There are no clues, no prints. Even the message that the robbers left could not be checked by the graphologists in any way - each of the robbers left exactly one letter.
It would seem that the boys have come to success. The robbery was replicated by the media, news number 1. Journalists idolized the robbers, admiring their talent and ingenuity, but poured mud on the police, noting their weakness and sluggishness in this matter. And the guards of the law only had to shrug their shoulders - they really were marking time, there was nothing to cling to. So, small evidence that you can't sew to the case.
For example, a few days before the robbery, the police stopped suspicious men from a local construction site, then again, in another place, by the river. In both cases, they were Daniel Micheluchi and Gerard Vigier, petty crooks from Marseille. In general, they were the first to be overpowered, as the most pale ones.
In October, a girlfriend of one of the robbery participants boasted to another friend that her boyfriend had taken an entire bank. As a result, it started spinning, off we go, they took one or the other, and then they found out the name of the organizer. And Albert Spajari was in Japan at that time, and not just like that, but as an official photographer of the Nicoise delegation, that is. The trip was organized by Jacques Medsan himself, at that time the mayor of Nice. In general, the man was spinning with cream. He returned to Nice on 27 October. They took him on the same day.
Mer will then say, they say, such a cool photographer, the soul of the company, how can it be, oh.
It would seem that this is the end, now the kid will be imprisoned for a very long time, to the fullest extent, and the grandmother will be returned immediately. But hell! The robbery is given the status of "audacious" for a reason. In general, the investigative turbidity began, the questioning of the victims, suspects, the establishment of all the facts and events. Spajari's lawyer was Jacques Peyrat, a veteran of the French Legion, who was also one of the founders of the National Front and in the future became the whole mayor of Nice. During interrogations, Albert, with a face of childish surprise, did not understand what was the matter and for some kind of robbery he was being harassed here.
And on March 10, a court hearing began, at which Sparjari gave the judge a piece of paper containing classified information regarding the robbery. For some reason, the judge asked the convoy to leave the office. And while they were there sorting out what was so important scrawled in the note, Albert opened the window and went out like an assassin. Downstairs, the driver and the motorcycle were already waiting for him. Of course, they rushed off into the sunset. He was sentenced in absentia to life in prison. Sparjari was hiding in Argentina. They say he changed his appearance, acquired new documents and even collaborated in some way with the CIA. He died on June 8, 1989, in Italy. I think enough. From what exactly and under what circumstances is a mystery. However, the wife said that throat cancer was to blame.
In this case, there are still enough rumors, legends and other lies. For example, that the right-wing forces contributed to the escape of Sparjari. Because of this, Jacques Médsan did not even participate in the second round of the 1977 elections. There were also rumors that ... Christian Estrosi was driving the motorcycle himself. Such theories are based on the fact that the current mayor is a former motocross champion, a man with skills. But Estrosi had an alibi — he was in Dayton Beach that day. So, eat it.
It would seem that everything. The story is over, the end. But-oh ... in 2010, details suddenly flared up. Some Amigo took it and wrote a book - "The Truth About the Robbery in Nice", where he cut the whole truth, describing the details of the crime 42 years ago.
As accurately as possible, as in live. The investigation found out that this Amigo is actually 74-year-old Jacques Cassandri, a very famous person in French cop circles. In the early 70s, he was tried in connection with the case of the liquidation of a large organized criminal group engaged in drug trafficking, and in 1994 - for organizing prostitution.
Why did Amigo decide to go out into the light of day? I was simply tired of fucking and living in the shadow of Spajari, who was only a pawn, and the real planner and organizer of the robbery is Amigo, you-you-Jacques. Well, the police raided his house, searched him, confiscated a hard disk with a manuscript of the book. The children also turned in their father - they say, the old bastard got it, brags about the robbery, that he came up with everything, uh, scoundrel.
No matter what, but the statute of limitations for the "robbery of the century" expired just in 2010, but in 2011 the police found something to grab Jacques - they presented him with a laundering of the stolen money.
Lawyers insist that the novel is not a proof, but a filthy literacy and, in general, the old man's fantasies.
But the investigation has a different version - Jacques bought land, a villa, a nightclub and other buns for honestly earned money. In general, it seems that the uncle is still being dragged around the courts for all sorts of machinations and are probably waiting for him to introduce himself.
The moral of the story is simple - done the job, do not shine.
