Good evening. I have waited a very long time to tell this story to someone outside my family. More than thirty years now. My name is Julia, and I am calling from Rosario, Argentina. What I am about to tell you happened on October 21st, 1963, at my family's ranch in Trancas, in Tucuman Province. I was twenty one years old. My husband was in the Army, away on maneuvers, so my sister Carolina and I had traveled from Rosario with our children to visit our parents and our other sister Yvonne at the family estate. The Santa Maria ranch, we called it. About two miles outside the town, right next to the General Belgrano railroad line. The generator had broken down that evening. We had to eat dinner early by candlelight and portable lamps. My father was not feeling well, my mother was exhausted, so everyone went to bed early. I was in my room feeding my baby, Guillermo. He was only four months old. Carolina was reading in her room, and Yvonne was already asleep. It was around nine o'clock when Rosa, our servant girl, came into my room looking terrified. She was only fifteen years old, but she was never the type to get scared easily. She kept saying there were strange lights outside, near the railroad tracks. Machines, she said. There were machines out there.
I told her it was probably nothing. Maybe a truck, maybe workers fixing the tracks. But she would not calm down. She kept insisting. Finally Yvonne woke up, and the two of us went to look. At first we saw nothing. We looked twice. But Rosa was still shaking, still pointing toward the tracks. So the three of us walked to the far end of the courtyard, near the gate, and that is when we saw them. About a hundred and fifty meters away, on the railroad tracks, there were lights. Bright lights. Two sets of them, maybe three in each group, with what looked like a glowing tube connecting them. Like a tunnel made of greenish light stretching between them. And inside that tunnel, we could see figures moving. Silhouettes. Arms, legs, heads. Walking back and forth between the lights. Yvonne thought it might be guerrillas. There had been trouble in the south of Tucuman the year before, sabotage on the railroads. Our husbands were supposed to pass through on a military train the next morning. We were afraid. We went back inside. Yvonne grabbed my father's Colt .38 revolver. I grabbed a flashlight. We woke Carolina and told her to watch the children, then the three of us, Yvonne, Rosa and myself, went back outside. We used the crops for cover as we moved closer to the tracks.
The closer we got, the more clearly we could see the lights. They were not on the ground. They were hovering. Each set of lights was underneath something disc shaped. The green tunnel of light ran between two of them, connecting them somehow. Then we saw another light approaching from the side. Dim, greenish. Yvonne said maybe it was Rodriguez's truck, one of the farmhands. But it was not a truck. The light came toward us and suddenly we were standing inside it. has a truck right - Hector' Green light everywhere, all around us, on our faces, on our clothes. I looked up. There was a craft directly above us. Massive. Maybe eight meters across, three meters tall. It was turning slowly in the air, rotating. I could see rivets on the surface. Large rivets, like on a ship. And windows. Rectangular windows all around the edge, glowing green from inside. More portholes on the underside. This was not the same as the two discs on the tracks. This was something else. Something bigger.
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