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The Real Story of Peter Bergmann - Radio Espial

In the late afternoon, 12th of June, 2009, a man believed to be in his mid-to-late fifties, thin with short grey hair, with a strong German accent checks into the Sligo City Hotel in County Sligo, Ireland.

Four days later, on the morning of June 16th, his lifeless body is discovered by a father and son on the sand and rocks at Rosses Point Beach, a short journey from Sligo Town. The body of the man is only partially clothed and it appears he has been the victim of an unfortunate drowning.

However, within days, the possible identity of the man and his last known days in Sligo will lead to more perplexing questions for police investigators examining his case. Over the course of several weeks, countless witness interviews and statements, an intriguing mystery of an unidentified man with no known links to the Sligo area, nor Ireland, will begin to unravel.

What we can be certain of is the name he used was simply an alias; that he was terminally ill at the time of his visit to Sligo, Ireland, and that he appears to have done everything possible to conceal his real identity, for whatever reasons.

This is not a missing person’s case, nor disappearance, as such. Though his final days and tragic demise may very well not be known to his family and loved ones. This is not a murder case. There is no victim and there is no suspect in this case. There is no known crime connected with this case. This is the story of ‘Peter Bergmann’ – The Unknown Man of Sligo.

For the purposes of this episode of Radio Espial, we will respect his final wishes and refer to him by the alias and name he chose – Peter.

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