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False WallsAuthor: False Walls
No matter where you are, anywhere in the world, there are amazing stories buried all around you. They are waiting for you, they are waiting to be told, and all you have to do is open your eyes, dig deep, and find them. Histories that have been forgotten. Narratives that have been overlooked. Places that are hidden, or abandoned. The famous, the infamous, the unique and beautiful. We will uncover secrets in distant locations, as well the amazing things hiding in plain sight all around us. I've been through almost 80 countries and 48 states looking for these mysteries on an open ended and never ending search, the stories and sounds documented here. I'll be acting as your guide, bringing you to the actual locations in person and doing my best to contextualize what we find. This is False Walls. I am Your Guide. When we push past the barriers, real and imagined, what could be on the other side? There is only one way to know. Let's go. Language: en Genres: Places & Travel, Society & Culture Contact email: Get it Feed URL: Get it iTunes ID: Get it Trailer: |
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Sunday, 2 November, 2025
November 2nd. 1975. Ostia. Around 6:30 AM, the sun is coming up in the open fields of an ancient fishing village. Just a few miles outside of Rome, it feels a world away from the Eternal City, The Capital of The World. The rising sun reveals pebbled beaches, salt marshes, faded signs, piles of concrete. The waters of the Tyrenniean Sea gently meet the sand at the nearby Lidos, but we begin further out, somewhere in the open fields of Via dell'Idroscalo. A cold wind blows across the desolate landscape. If you look closely, you can find the traces of an old runway for seaplanes, a satellite military installation from the first world war, but in the 50 years since, it has been reclaimed by sand, pine trees and piles of dead reeds. The air smells of seawater and diesel fuel. Seasons change, and many days here feel like the last, but this morning will be etched in the collective memory. A body has just been discovered.
