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The mystery of the namth of September 1990,

but everyone remembers the girl.

Her body, hanging from a pine tree on a steep slope above the Spanish frontier town of Porbu,

was visible to anyone looking up from the beach or across from the opposite hillside.

She was barefoot with grey blue eyes and thick chestnut brown hair.

She wore blue dungarees over a turquoise green shirt.

Porbou squeezed into a cauldron-like Mediterranean cove had only 2,000 inhabitants, but plenty of police officers.

In these years before the Schengen Agreement, guards were stationed on the French border, but these officers were experts in immigration and smuggling, not violent deaths.

Instead, Enrique Gomez, a 35-year-old investigator from the Guadilla Civil Police Force,

was called in from the nearby city of Figueres to investigate.

The phone call came as he was having breakfast in the canteen.

Carlos Zheiro, an 18-year-old reporter who had just begun working with the local El Punevue newspaper,

got to the scene before him.

Zarejo had been woken by a call from a waiter friend working the breakfast shift at a cafe.

He hurriedly dressed and rushed out with his camera.

I'd never seen a dead body before, Therrejo recalled.

The police didn't cord an off crime scenes back then.

I managed to get half a meter away and thought,

she's my age.

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