It is beyond men's comprehension how Mother Earth chooses the time when and the person to whom it yields its hidden treasures. But Pero's family was a good choice she made because these were simple and honest folks. They told the others about it and Ikonia, Pero's wife, even decorated the walls of her modest kitchen with some of these things her husband has found in the garden. By making this finding public - the news must have spread like fire - the treasure could get, after some adventures, to the Kunsthistorische Museum in Wien, where it can still be admired today. The whole story, or better said what we can know about it today, is described by Peter-Dietmar Leber in the Banater Kalender 2008 on p. 126-130.

The treasure is over one thousand years old (supposedly from the 9th or 10th century a.d.) and the inscriptions on it are in Runes as well as in Greek letters (for both the Greek and the Turkish language texts). Scientists around the world speculate ever since about the origin of these objects, and one can only speculate how they got there, to that place called Sziget (island), which in the 18th century, when the treasure was found, was still surrounded by marshes covered by reeds. But whoever hid it there must have been somebody who knew the place well.

When a treasure gets found, people immediately think of more… they say, there may be or may have been more of it. Maybe there was more of it, maybe not. Maybe that's how some people in Triebswetter (whose fields were in the vicinity of that place) got so rich, maybe not - after all, a tough farmer knows other ways of getting rich. Some 150 years later, in 1947, special forces appeared in the area, they interrogated everybody from Triebswetter, during which action a few of our men got beaten to death for not answering the question: "Where is the gold?" The treasure of Großsanktnikolaus was our curse. Today we look back with a smile like Mona Lisa's, a smile saying nothing. Our revenge is a smile.