"I finished the day of 10 March
        1960 in the Hydroelectric Center for Huallanca, see picture- established in a tunnel by those fine masters of modern engineering, in
        the rocky
        escarpments of the Peruvian Andes on the right branch of the Rio Santa,
        Callejon de Huaylas. All of the equipment was functioning harmoniously.
        I
        thought that my turn of work for this night, as Chief of Mechanical
        Operations
        would pass with no problems nor power failures, those that occasionally
        occurred
        because of the heavy rains and violent winds that assaulted those high
        peaks of
        the Black Cordillera where the high tension lines transported the
        electrical energy
        from Huallanca to the distribution center for the small city of Chimbote,
        some
        hundreds of kilometers distant.
        
        Suddenly a sparrowhawk flew above the generators and perched upon a
        nonferrous overhang in the upper part of the wall. It turned its head
        agitatedly from  side to side. I was surprised by the actions of
        the bird since the interior of the tunnels and the blockhouse were well
        illuminated, and it must have come zigzagging among the cables, tubes,
        and other installations the length of the tunnel
        which began at the bridge over the Rio Santa and led to the machine
        room, a
        distance of 114 meters in rock. The bats, swallows, and other small
        birds, visited
        frequently by way of the secondary tunnel though which passed the power
        cables to the transformer banks, and through which only passed the
        technicians
        once every two days when they inspected the functioning of the
        electrical
        installations.
        
        Observing the hawk and its unsettled demeanor, I deduced that that was
        its
        first visit to the machines room for which it was unaccustomed to the
        noise
        produced by the generators. Meanwhile I went to the internal service
        telephone
        to notify the operator of the control panel about the unexpected
        visitor, when the
        current interrupted and the blockhouse were plunged into darkness. I
        understood
        that some strange overcharge had originated some malfunction in the
        switchboard. I hurried to check on the refrigeration of the high tension
        transformers, connecting the current of the auxiliary power plant that
        in these
        cases of emergency supplied the internal wiring and motor of the water
        pump
        furnishing the refrigeration to those machines. I took the hand
        flashlight that we
        used when failures occurred, and ran to the patio of the transformers
        located at
        the entrance, to confirm that the machines were receiving adequate
        refrigeration.
        When I came out of the tunnel I was confronted by a surprise. Despite
        the
        current being interrupted for which I expected to find the nocturnal
        darkness of a
        cloudy sky, I saw that the surroundings, in a circle of about 500 meters
        diameter,
        were illuminated like day.
        
        
        
        
        As the site of the entrance to the Central was almost enclosed by rocky
        elevated peaks, I could not describe, at first, from where the strange
        light came.
        I went forward toward half the distance to a point where I could observe
        the view
        of the river below, more open by the separation of the peaks there. As I
        walked I
        looked involuntarily toward the horizon. There in the distance a star
        was shining
        through a small opening in the overcast sky. That began to clarify in my
        mind, an
        idea that that incomprehensible splendor could come from a meteorite
        fall
        accidentally in that place, occasioning the malfunction of the power
        central.
        
        
        When I got to more or less the center of the bridge there, I discovered
        that the
        light was coming from an ovoid object, similar to a gigantic lens,
        posing on a
        small platform placed between the union of the Rio Kitaragsa with the
        Santa.
        That platform, molded by the channels of the two rivers over centuries
        of time,
        took the form of a triangle of unequal sides. It was part of a small
        plain where
        they began the work of construction of the Power Central, the tunnels,
        the
        blockhouse and the patio for the transformers, having served as an
        encampment
        and supply base for materials, until almost all was arrested by a flood
        in the
        1950s.
        
        The luminous apparatus did not surprise me too much, because the
        sciences
        of man have advanced with much acceleration and new machines of
        different
        forms are appearing every day. But the color and the intensity of the
        light that it
        radiated was surprising.
        
        Despite my looking fixedly at that light, my retinas did not suffer any
        damage;
        on the contrary, I experienced a very agreeable sensation and desire to
        continue
        observing. Who, when and for what had brought this strange machine and
        installed 
         it in that place, which seemed to me to be so insignificant?
        
        That was my questioning. I imagined that the Army, with the intent of
        scientific investigation, had enclosed in some spheroid of glass of
        color, a
        reflector of extraordinary potency, for some reason.
        I put my flashlight out (which I had forgotten about in my surprise) and
        walked
        down toward that luminous object. Enroute I passed and checked the
        refrigeration pumps of the transformers, and assured myself that they
        were
        functioning correctly, and then proceeded…
        
        
        At the end of the patio I encountered the guard on duty, named Quiroz,
        who
        guarded the Arsenal at night. I saw him looking as tranquil as if
        nothing
        abnormal was taking place. By the tranquility of the guard I began to
        doubt my
        psychological state. I felt that my mind had suffered some kind of
        disequilibrium,
        and that for that reason I was seeing things not real. This frightened
        me.
        "Hola, Quiroz, I thought we were in darkness." I said in a
        soft tone so as not to
        give evidence of my alteration.
        
        "Ah, Senor, I saw you, I am more illuminated than if I was in the
        Plaza San
        Martin in Lima." Responded the smiling guard.
        "Do you know what is happening there?" I asked again, taking
        some steps
        toward the luminous object.
        Quiroz grabbed my left arm and nervously said to me:
        "Senor, If you are afraid; another time they came down there with
        their flying
        machine. They are good beings, and don't mean any harm to anybody. You
        can
        not imagine how friendly they are, but please leave them alone. They may
        leave
        soon."
        
        With the information of Quiroz, I came to make deductions very important
        to
        me. The first, was that he also saw what I imagined I was seeing; and
        the
        second was that the presence of that inexplicable and rare apparatus was
        already sufficiently familiar to him, that only thus could I be sure
        that its crewmen
        did not harm anybody.
        
        "Listen, Quiroz, please explain better, who has landed there? What
        do they
        want here? Did they give you any trouble?"
        "No, and don't shout, Senor. Speak with a low voice. They don't
        bother with
        me. They say they are inhabitants of another world very distant. They
        come to
        these heights where there are shepherds. They come frequently."
        The explanations of Quiroz made me believe that he and I were both
        suffering a momentary mental unbalance, a product of who knows, but
        sufficiently strong to see flying discs. That alarmed me, but despite
        all, I
        continued advancing.
        
        The horrors, tortures, terrors and destruction of the Second World War,
        in
        which I participated from beginning to end, had corroded my opinion such
        on
        human altruism, that I could not believe in the existence of any other
        being more
        astute than man to confront. As I had learned, 'the attack and defense
        strategies', I walked without fear toward that gigantic luminous
        lenticular. Quiroz
        remained standing, begging me in full voice not to approach the strange
        machine.
        Some 100 meters beyond the patio of the transformers, and perhaps 200
        feet
        from the object, I met two beings.
        They were tall, with proportionate bodies and sloping shoulders. They
        were
        dressed in suits of fine finish, well fitted to the body, and of rare
        color, that at first
        seemed to shine like the fur of a seal. The one on my left greeted me in
        my
        native dialect. I answered in Spanish and continued with a question.
        
        "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
        "Don't be alarmed my friend, please", and he continued in my
        native dialect,
        "We are extraterrestrials, from the planet APU. We come here from
        space, and
        when we pass by this galaxy, we visit the Earth, fraternally. We pray
        you will
        forgive us, as we will go soon."
        "Go to the Devil and tell that about 'extraterrestrials' to your
        grandparents, and
        see if they believe you, but never return, because with your machine of
        witchcraft
        you have provoked the disruption of service and have caused heavy danger
        to
        the Siderurgica of Chimbote by interrupting the electrical
        current."
        
        I spoke thus because with their telling me that they were
        extraterrestrials, and
        that they came from another world to visit a place as far removed as
        Huallanca, I
        did not believe any of their words. I thought they could be spies of
        some
        technical nation that were joking with me, pretending to pass for
        extraterrestrials.
        "Say what you like, but the interruption of the current was not
        caused by us.
        Your Central has light. My friend, we ask that you not judge us bad, and
        pardon
        us. We will not forget. All for others." They said almost together,
        turned and
        returned to their ship.
        
        I observed the machine and saw that it rested on three gigantic supports
        of
        beams of light. Each of them terminated in great circular cushions of
        light of the
        same luminosity. A stair that terminated like the landing cylinders
        joined the
        center of the lower part of the machine with the upper part. Those
        strangers
        ascended that stair and it, retracting itself, carried them to the
        interior. Then the
        beams of light that supported the machine also retracted. I heard a soft
        scarcely
        perceptible hiss, like a breeze, and the apparatus rose vertically at
        first, and then
        zig-zagged rapidly and disappeared in the clouds above.
        
        "Of what nationality do you think those men are?" I asked
        Quiroz as we slowly
        returned to the patio of the transformers.
        "Those men are not from any country, sir; they just are
        extraterrestrials, as
        they said. Above, in the regions of Champara and Milwakocha, the
        shepherds
        and the rustic villagers are seeing them always. This is no trick nor
        novelty, sir."
        He emphatically contested.
        "What happened to you, Quiroz?" Is it true that you can
        believe that they are
        extraterrestrials? Do you believe what you are saying?" I
        interrogated in strong
        tones.
        
        "Pardon, Sir, I will tell you nothing more, but please do not tell
        anybody about
        them. They are good men. To expose them would be a mistake." He
        implored,
        offended by my comportment.
        
        The manor in which Quiroz replied gave me to understand that he wanted
        to
        compel me to hide the presence of these strangers. This made me laugh
        inside,
        but I said nothing.
        
        Upon taking my leave from him I remembered the phrase "All for
        others."
        Which was pronounced by the strangers as they turned to go. It seemed to
        me
        rather gracious and released an outburst to full voice.
        I meditated upon that unexpected encounter and became convinced that
        those strangers spied on some business in favor of a powerful
        organization that
        possessed in secret the marvelous flying machine constructed in the form
        of a
        plate, and that they had converted Quiroz to be their accomplice. For
        this he
        tried to make them pass for extraterrestrials to deflect my suspicions.
        
        Whether terrestrials or extraterrestrials, their presence was
        inexplicable.
        "To tell this would be to fall into ridicule," he said to me,
        and I decided not to
        speak of the event to anybody.
        
        Upon entering the blockhouse, the technician of electrical works told me
        that
        the disconnect had been caused by a vulture, upon shorting the circuit
        when it
        tried to perch on a post that supported the high tension cables near the
        distribution center at Chimbote.
        
        
        TUESDAY, 12 APRIL 1960
        The day dawned with a clear sky of a singular blue color. The high peaks
        of
        the Ancash Mountains, mostly unknown and unexplored by man, imposed
        themselves majestically and displayed their folded escarpments. It was a
        most
        delightful morning that announced a day quite appropriate for my
        accustomed
        excursion through the surrounding heights.
        
        I spoke to a young man names Adrian Perez, an amateur hunter who
        belonged to a group of maintenance workers that knew all the mountain
        roads.
        We met at his house and remembered to explore the Los Cedros Wash at the
        end of Duck Canyon, going from Huallanca to Caraz, because it contained
        shepherds and that zone had seen bears and guanacos, animals that are
        rarely
        seen in the region of the Callejon of Huaylas.
        
        
        We departed his house, taking a route by the left bank of the wash that
        carried the name of the stream. We had been walking almost from morning,
        ascending toward the peak of the mountain that seemed to touch the sky.
        By midday we were at the beginning of a plateau, some 4,000 meters above
        sea level, and decided to rest some few minutes and eat something.
        During the pause we agreed to advance to the other side of the plateau
        and later return to our encampment, After recuperating our
        strength we resumed walking.
        
        The rocks and crags abounded in that place in such manner that we were
        obliged to leave signs of our passage to be able to return by the same
        route and
        not get lost. Suddenly Adrian stopped in surprise, and remained immobile
        in place and
        then gave me a sign with his hand to come closer.
        I went forward some steps, and when I got to him, I looked toward where
        he
        was indicating and saw at the center of a small flat area without rocks,
        the same
        machine shaped like a deep plate, that I had seen the month before in
        front of
        the Hydroelectric Center at Huallanca.
        
        Several weeks had passed since that first night when I sincerely
        believed that
        the unknowns were spies, and that had not come to mind since, but when I
        saw
        this lenticular form again I remembered that I had thought they must be
        dedicated to some form of espionage, or something else illegal.
        
        Around the landed disc was a circle of goats and some sheep. At one side
        of
        the little clearing I saw several people, men, women and children. I
        discovered
        that they were shepherds with their families, and I decided to approach
        them to
        see some of their customs and learn how they lived in a place so
        separated, and
        at that altitude of 4,000 meters, near the peaks covered with perpetual
        snow.
        I mentioned this to Perez and he agreed to participate and so we went
        forward. On the way, Perez began to tell me that this zone was
        accustomed to
        the descent of those flying discs from space, piloted by
        extraterrestrials, good
        people who helped the shepherds in many ways. I compared the
        explanations of
        Perez with those of Quiroz, and thought that both of them, in some
        manner, were
        accomplices of those strangers. I said nothing of what I thought; nor
        was he
        paying any attention to what I might say, and proceeded walking forward
        without
        speaking. Some minutes later we arrived at the place seen.
        Around a small rustic home we saw four men seated, three women and four
        children, and the two strangers that I had seen on that first night at
        Huallanca
        when we experienced the malfunction, about a month before.
        
        The strangers smiled upon seeing me, but those residents seemed to be
        bothered by our presence. One man with a beard stood up looking at me
        aggressively, and said to me:
        "What are you looking for here!?"
        "Nothing, my friend," I said, "We are hunting pumas, and
        passed this place
        quite casually. That is all." I said.
        
        One of those extraterrestrials extended his hand to me and I did the
        same.
        Then he did likewise to Perez, and this calmed the farmer who opposed
        our visit.
        We sat down there around that house with the rest.
        
        The protest of the shepherd who asked me the question and the menacing
        looks of his companions confirmed my prior thoughts, that all those
        people were
        in some way there "conspiring" with those strangers, and for
        that reason feared
        their discovery. As it was still day I had no hurry, and I could observe
        those
        strangers with greater attention, to be able to discover their
        nationality. They
        were tall. By their stature one could not distinguish them from one
        Earth race or
        another. The only thing was that their shoulders sloped differently and
        their
        figure was well proportioned, but they also had other different racial
        characteristics that one could believe had been formed by a mix of all
        the folk of
        Earth. The form of their faces resembled that of Arabs; the eyes were
        similar to
        those of the Mongol race; the nose to those of the Nordics; the beard
        gave the
        impression of being of the Hindu type, and the color of their skin was a
        rosy
        white.
        
        After these observations I came to the conclusion that the greater
        percentage
        of their features seemed similar to the Mongolian race. They both
        radiated a
        very agreeable personality, and that induced me to think that this could
        be one of
        the races from which those shepherds descended.
        For some moments nobody spoke. One of the shepherds approached me
        and in a lowered voice said something. I understood nothing because he
        spoke
        in his native tongue, in Quechua. Perez understood the language and
        turned to
        me and said:
        "He said that we must go now, because they do not want us
        there."
        
        I thought to get myself up to leave, but one of those strangers came
        over and
        sat down by me Saying to me:
        "Stay, my friend; If you would like to talk with us. Perhaps we can
        clarify
        some of your doubts with respect to us."
        "My only doubting relationship with respect to you is, Why are you
        here? And
        who do you pursue?"
        
        The stranger smiled again. By his smile I knew that my crude comportment
        had not caused any bother. Picking up a little stick and observing it he
        said:
        "We know that you do not believe what I am going to explain to you.
        This
        behavior toward us is natural, because the cells of your being are
        rejecting us.
        But we would be thankful if you could stay some minutes with us to
        converse.
        Also you need not be afraid, you are armed and we not."
        
        While the stranger spoke I could see that his suit was a coverall, well
        fitted,
        with a plate that covered his chest. It had 15 buttons in 3 lines of 5.
        Around the
        waist, the ankles and the wrist cuffs, there was a row of small pouches
        without
        openings attached to the material like pockets, one closely beside the
        other, and
        their shoes were simply the ends of the coverall. The suit had the head
        covered
        by a hood, closely fitted, that was a part of the coverall, leaving the
        face from the
        forehead to the collar free.
        
        "I see that your friends don't welcome my presence." I said,
        referring to the
        shepherds that looked angrily at me.
        "Don't worry about them, they will not harm you. They are egoistic,
        or as you
        say, 'jealous', but not aggressive."
        
        You are thinking that we are terrestrial spies. It is not important.
        Continue maintaining
        this thought until your cells come to understand otherwise, which is
        your right."
        
        With that he stood up. Then with a helmet of delicate transparent
        material, he
        covered his head, face and neck. I noted that from the part that covered
        his ears
        emerged two small points of brilliant material not more than two
        centimeters long.
        For the first time I saw that those strangers covered their faces with a
        material so
        transparent that it did not alter in any way their form or color, and
        this surprised
        me. The stranger who was seated at my side looked at me and smiled:
        "This apparatus and those gloves, we utilize only when we make
        individual
        flights, without flying machines, to protect the face and hands."
        He explained.
        
        I answered nothing. Nor did I ask him any question. I looked again at
        the
        stranger who was preparing to fly, and saw that he was just putting on
        his gloves,
        white as snow. Soon he moved some meters away and pressed one of those
        buttons on his chest plate. Suddenly I noticed that the small pouches
        around his
        waist, his ankles and wrists, began to inflate, taking the form of a
        truncated
        cone. I heard a breath of wind very softly, and the stranger rose into
        the air at
        great velocity, and disappeared among the clouds above!
        
        I thought that to raise himself at such velocity, he must have used
        those
        auxiliary gadgets that proportioned in some form, the propulsion
        necessary, and
        that he would return falling, by the use of a parachute. But it didn't
        happen that
        way. While I waited for the strange flyer to fall vertically, like he
        went up, Perez,
        who was talking with another of the shepherds, came over to me and
        enthusiastically said:
        
        "Look! Over there, Senor!"
        
        I looked in the direction he was indicating and saw the stranger
        returning,
        gliding above the trees and crags, flying horizontally at an altitude of
        some 200
        meters above them, like a bird.
        
        I was surprised by such a strange demonstration. Never had I heard or
        read
        until then, that any of the scientists had discovered some useful means
        for
        persons to be able to fly individually, like birds, without flight
        machines. The
        action of the stranger originated in me a great surprise, but this did
        not change
        my opinion about the existence of those extraterrestrials, and much less
        that they
        were visiting our planet. The foreigner descended like an eagle, without
        making
        any sound, and stood at my side.
        
        He looked at me, smiled and said to me:
        "Tell me, friend, what you have just seen. Can your terrestrials do
        this?"
        "How did you do it?" I asked.
        
        "This apparatus that I have around my belt, ankles and wrists are
        full of
        positive ions, and when they begin to function we degravitate. This
        permits us to
        obtain the velocity desired, and the possibility to realize vertical
        flight, horizontal
        flight, or zig-zag, and elevated us and allows us to descend. On APU all
        of us fly
        individually. This is one of the procedures we use to move about on our
        planet,
        from millions of years ago."
        
        "I don't know what an ion is; nor from where has come the
        scientific
        knowledge of man in this sense, but what you have just shown me is
        sufficient
        for me to change my opinion that you are utilizing secret inventions by
        us for
        which to surprise all that see you, and thus achieve your ends."
        
        The stranger was silent for a moment, and then smiled at me and said:
        "We come from a planet we call APU, located outside the Milky Way
        Galaxy.
        We are protectors of the cells and the life. For this we are traveling
        through
        space to aid by different modes the planetary beings, but not to impress
        (you) with the
        result that you believe in our existence and 'extraordinary
        powers'"
        
        He continue with the narration, and told me of the explosion of APU, of
        the
        formation of galaxies, of the problems of Earth and of other planets.
        This as well
        as many other things unknown to us and impossible to believe rationally.
        Those stories of the strangers originated in me sentiments of ridicule
        and
        sympathy at the same time.
        *
        It was already late. We had passed several hours listening to the
        inconceivable explanations, and I stood up, called to Perez, and we bid
        Adios to
        those shepherds. When I said the same to the stranger at my side, he
        looked
        firmly into my eyes, and took my hand with emotion and said:
        "All for the Others"; Then the other came up to me and did the
        same with
        enthusiasm. In the same manner they bid goodbye to Perez, and we
        departed
        to return home.
        
        On the way I thought deeply on what I had just experienced that day. The
        demonstration by the strange being, flying horizontally, had impressed
        me, but
        not enough to convince me in fact that they were human beings from some
        other
        place in space, and that some of them had come here to help the
        shepherds in
        the Peruvian Andes.
        
        Then I thought again that a man who had invented such an apparatus to
        fly
        individually and used it like those strangers was impressionable. For
        one
        moment I imagined that they could have used hypnosis to make me see such
        unrealizable things. And finally, upon examining the situation, I
        decided to talk to
        Perez about this.
        
        "Friend Perez," I said determinedly, "tell me all that
        you have seen while we
        were with those extraterrestrials."
        Could it be that I had remembered all those details?
        
        "Senor, how can it be that you can not account for such rare
        things? Here it is
        not so rare to see that they come from other worlds. For many successive
        years
        they have been coming here. At first they came in those ovoid machines,
        like
        you have just seen. Later they began coming in those others similar to
        airplanes."
        
        "Then, also, have these strangers arrived in other types of
        machines?" I
        asked.
        
        "Yes, sir, and some of those other machines are much faster. About
        those
        flying discs, when they rise, one can see them for some moments, until
        they
        disappear in the distance. But these that look like little airplanes
        disappear in an
        instant without one seeing how. Those are called 'viento' (wind) and for
        good
        reason - because they disappear like the wind. When they land they can
        be
        seen, but in the majority of cases they arrive imperceptibly. In a
        moment least
        thought about, those in the little airplane, appear as if it popped up
        out of the
        ground. (comment; supposedly magnetic/optically screened or that they
        just change the vibration and or enter into the next level/dimension. R.Ø.rem)
        
        "Are you saying that the other machines are not as big as the
        discs?"
        
        "That is it Senor. Effectively they are little. Smaller than those
        little airplanes
        that carry passengers. Some have very strange wings. They are extended
        and
        pulled in as they desire, like some birds. Others are like butterflies
        and some
        cylindrical, like cigars. Also there are some similar to leaves of
        Clover; but all,
        when they rise up, pull their wings to their body. They are fast, such
        that they
        disappear without one seeing when or how. In one place the people there
        that
        see them think they are machines of the Army, because they look like
        those little
        light airplanes, but when we see that they can fold their wings, and
        these visitors
        fly about like birds, cure the ill in a most rare manner, make it rain
        from a sky
        without clouds, and other such miracles, we believe that they are angels
        from the
        skies. They say that they come from a distant planet, APU, who knows.
        Most of
        them are the same angels that you have seen. The only thing that we can
        be
        sure of is that they are good people, giving aid to all and they do not
        harm
        anybody. But who they are and what they are doing here I do not really
        know for
        sure."
        
        "And you, Perez, you have seen them before?" I asked in
        surprise.
        
        "Yes, Senor. Last year I went where an acquaintance lived by the
        Rio
        Kitaraqsa, and he took me to see one of those little airplanes that was
        there
        momentarily. But the people don't speak of them to anybody. The majority
        of
        the residents say that those people come from the sky. They fear that
        the
        authorities will become aware of their presence and the Army could come
        and
        detain them. The campesinos don't want this to happen!" He said
        emphatically.
        
        The conversation with Perez confirmed to me once more that the shepherds
        had mythological beliefs and depended on the flying discs coming from
        the sky,
        and for that reason their occupants were friendly. They lent assistance
        and
        possessed superhuman powers. We got back home before dark.
        I did not tell my wife anything about what had happened so as not to
        originate
        a presentiment that I was suffering some mental disability. So as not to
        disrupt
        the peace of my family life, I decided to talk to nobody about this
        event.
        
        Some days later Perez brought me reports and daily's of past years, in
        which
        the great powers indirectly attributed their paternity to the flying
        discs. These
        and the accounts mentioned by Perez on those little airplanes, confirmed
        still
        more my opinion that these strangers were spies of some country on
        Earth, and
        to avoid being considered an accomplice in a possible crime, I decided
        to
        interrupt for some weeks my fondness for hiking and exploring the peaks.
        
        But as time passed, every morning desires to engage in my preferred
        sport
        plagued me. Then I decided to revisit those peaks again, going by way of
        the
        right bank of the Rio Kitaraqsa again, to places well removed from those
        where I
        had met with the strangers previously.
        
        In those days, Perez was on a trip and I could not count on his company,
        and
        this worried me. One day before, at work, a youth by the last name of
        Quispe
        told me that he knew the routes of the region that I had selected for my
        next
        exploration, and he asked permission to accompany me.
        I accepted his offer and we agreed to make the trip the following
        Sunday.