I remember visiting my aunt one summer when I was about 15 years old.
There was a new single brother, Hans Van Oltna, in their congregation. We were invited by Brother Van Oltna to his house for dinner, where he fixed us and another family some steaks. He made a big deal about how he couldn't finish his meat since he was "mostly" vegetarian. He regaled my aunt and uncle with bullshit stories about him escaping from East Berlin through a tunnel under the Berlin wall. The tunnel collapsed right behind him, and his mother perished in the cave-in. Then he told us how he was bitten by a king cobra in Africa while laying irrigation pipe. He showed us scars on his hand where the snake had supposedly bitten him. The story just didn't sound right to me; didn't ring true. When I questioned it, my aunt and uncle told me to hush up, as I was just a kid, and not as sophisticated or as experienced as Brother Van Oltna about such things (such things that normal people call facts, that is).
A few years later I asked my aunt whatever became of Brother Van Oltna. "Well!" she said in an outraged tone, "He was an impostor. He wasn't even German." I found out he took several people in the congregation for a lot of money, including a single sister with children that he married, fleeced out of her savings, and then absconded with the funds. Then my aunt said she didn't want to talk about it any more, and changed the subject. He was like Ferdinand Demarra Jr. or Frank Abignale, from the movies "The Great Impostor" with Tony Curtis or "Catch Me If You Can" with Leonardo de Caprico.
If you are still out there Mr. Van Oltna, I have to congratulate you on fooling everybody except a 15 year old who nobody listened to anyway. You deserved everything you got from people that ignorant and gullible. I don't feel the least bit sorry for those dumb fools.
Hope you are doing well.
Tammy