Teslas Financial Crisis

Now almost depressed, Tesla says, "This is a very sad day, George. I don't want YOUR money."

At the Waldorf Astoria Hotel where Tesla has been living for 20 years, the manager, Mr. Boldt, gestures him into the back office.

"It pains me to bring this up, Mr. Tesla, but your rent is late again. I am forced to seize your assets."

"My good man, we have known each other for 20 years. Have I not paid my rent for 19 of them?"

"Yes, you've paid for 19 of them."

"With the war and the financial crash, it is taking me much longer to recover from the debts. Can you wait a little bit longer?"

Boldt answered, "Only until the end of the month."

The Yugoslavian government intervened and helped Tesla paid for a place for him to stay.

In Tesla's laboratory he appears haggard and his usual neat laboratory is quite messy. His laboratory is now a warehouse. He drags himself to a table, hooks up some electric wires to his wrists, and then sends electricity through his body. He shakes his head and appears to have regained some energy. He has aged quite a bit. Czito is still his loyal assistant. Czito turns to him, "Sir, what can I do to help you?"

"Not much right now," answers Tesla. "My beautiful white pigeon with the grey tips on her wings became ill and died. We have truly loved each other for a very long time. She always came to me and I brought her to the apartment to nurse her when she was ill."