Mises's Lost Papers: Plundered by the Nazis, Buried by the Soviets, Rediscovered by Me

One day in 1927, Austrian economist Ludwig von Mises stood at the window of his office at the Vienna Chamber of Commerce, and looked out over the Ringstrasse (the main grand boulevard that encircles the center of Vienna). He said to his young friend and former student, Fritz Machlup, "Maybe grass will grow there, because our civilization will end." He also wondered what would become of many of the Austrian School economists in Austria. He suggested to Machlup that, clearly, they might have to immigrate, perhaps to Argentina, where they could find work in a Buenos Aires nightclub. Friedrich A. Hayek could be employed as the headwaiter, Mises said, while Machlup, no doubt, would be the nightclub's resident gigolo. But what about Mises? He would have to look for work as the doorman, for what else, Mises asked, would he be qualified to do?