Driving through the desert in northern New Mexico, I came across a small concrete building with the lights on inside and a very old man, maybe 90, sitting on the porch drinking coffee. Interested, I pulled over and decided to talk to him.
It turns out he was one of the ex-Nazi scientists the Americans captured, and then hired, to work on their rocket projects and whatnot. We chatted for about an hour, watching the sun set.
The man's first language, of course, was German, and he still used it to talk to himself. The first thing I heard him say to himself when I walked up to introduce myself was "Niemand kommt je hierher."
Considering how far into the desert I was, I have a feeling he was right.