Ein For... — Der Spг¤tbronzezeitliche Seevг¶lkersturm:

In the coastal city of Ugarit, the merchant-prince Ammurapi stared at the horizon. His warehouses were full of grain, yet his people were hungry. Drought had gripped the Anatolian interior, and the Hittite Empire—the northern titan—was begging for shipments to stave off famine.

By the time the storm reached the Nile Delta, the Great Bronze Age powers had mostly vanished. The Hittite capital of Hattusa was a smoking ruin; the Mycenaean palaces of Greece were silent. Der spätbronzezeitliche Seevölkersturm: Ein For...

When the Seevölkersturm hit the Levant, it was absolute. Ugarit, the crown jewel of trade, was put to the torch. Ammurapi’s last letter to the King of Cyprus was found centuries later in the ruins: "The enemy ships are here... the cities are burned... we are alone." The Gates of Egypt In the coastal city of Ugarit, the merchant-prince

The first reports were frantic clay tablets. They spoke of "Foreigners of the Sea," a disparate coalition of tribes—the Peleset, the Shardana, the Lukka—who moved not just as warriors, but as a people in flight. They traveled with their wives, children, and ox-carts, driven by the same hunger that weakened the empires they now attacked. By the time the storm reached the Nile