Ummo Letter 825

Dear Sir, First of all, and as I do not sign this letter, I would like to remind you who I am. You will certainly agree that I visited you a few months ago to bring you extraordinary photographs that can be perfectly seen in color and relief. I wrote many pages that they sent to you. You already know who I am referring to. They dictated to me and I typed the sheets. They made an order that I executed with pleasure. These gentlemen said they were going abroad, although their chief or director informed me that they would come to spend a few days, as something important had happened regarding a matter that did not concern us. He gave me different instructions regarding different gentlemen from Barcelona, Madrid, and Valladolid, to whom we usually wrote. For you, he asked me to excuse this interruption. I have not returned to speak with you, Mr. Sesma since that evening when I visited you. Is that clear? Moreover, they required the utmost discretion from me. Then many things happened, and this time I am burning with the desire to share them with someone, as I feel I am going crazy. Apart from my wife and you, I have only spoken about this matter to a doctor who is a professor at the Faculty of Medicine in Madrid, to whom they sent sheets upon sheets, but with more diligence than to you. This gentleman, whom I have seen frequently, gave me rectangular crystals with color spots in the center; he is convinced, like me, of the authenticity of this matter. I am left to struggle alone without knowing which path to take. Between the exciting aspects of this matter and the fears and anxieties of my wife, you know how women are; she believes that some misfortune will befall us, and more than once she has been on the brink, with her nerves, of throwing everything away and telling her mother everything. She has gotten it into her head that this is a matter of espionage, influenced by movies or some unknown factor… This matter, Mr. Sesma, is fascinating. I myself would not know if I am awake or asleep if it weren't for my wife, who has seen them with me at home every week and because I possess evidence that I will reveal one day and that no one can deny. I keep the names and addresses of all the gentlemen to whom I typed their dictations; moreover, I know another person who, like me, writes their letters, a young typist who claims he doesn’t want to know anything and says he is frightened, but I am sure he will speak when all this is over. It is this doctor who also spoke to him. I know he doesn't like to acknowledge and publicly expose that he has relations with them and he himself also asked me for discretion and tried to buy me off, but I did not accept, because it is enough that someone asks me if I would like to keep a secret about something for me to do so without compensation. But I am sure at least that this gentleman will not take me for liar about certain things that I keep silent. When I went to your house, Mr. Sesma, God knows well that I did not know you and that the first skeptic was me for many weeks afterward. They started by pretending to be Danish doctors who were in Spain for some endocrinology seminar. They dictated many things to me that I saw were not medicine but mathematics, and you know that mathematics has nothing to do with medicine. (It is certain that some things were medicine, but scarcely.) The day they gave me these photos, carried, kept, admired, you know that I confessed it to you and even talked about the matter with a photographer from my neighbors who did not see them and said that it is impossible to see the relief without an optical device. Little by little, in the nature of the writings, I realized that they were hiding something strange. Then, the highest ranking among them came alone, his name is DA number 3. I met the Director later, his name is DEI number 98. I felt all of this quite badly. First the way of speaking. (Then, who knows why). With men tagged with a number, one must take precautions. It was a serious matter of conscience, a conflict between what my wife and I believed to be a duty to report this matter to the authorities and, on the other hand, the promise made to these gentlemen who paid me and paid me splendidly. I also saw in them an air of nobility, humility, and kindness that you cannot understand without knowing them. We immediately ruled out that they were crazy. I have evidence, Mr. Sesma, that we are facing the greatest case in History. They brought a device that looked like a quarter of a gas lighter. They listened to conversations in the house with a perfection and intensity that I have not heard in any tape recorder like this one. If you had seen the screen the size of an agenda, which they carry with them, you would be amazed. They say that, although independent, it is controlled by another device. It is something wonderful... They can see my small office and us talking, as if on a film. The color is perfect and everything in depth like the photos I showed you. If this is a fable, tell me you read it in fantastic science fiction stories from the future, otherwise one must believe that everything these gentlemen from Oumo (as they call their planet) say is true. See, Mr. Sesma, I don’t have much culture, I admit it, I have a commercial profession and, to understand them well, one must be a professor like the gentleman I told you about. One evening, we had been talking for three hours about the French accounting system. They knew the coding of accounts in this system and made a critique I could not follow, speaking for example about the overlay accounting system as if they practiced it every day, speaking about the Pert system applied to office rationalization, as well as the operation of a punch machine or a machine classifying employees for office statistical work. Among other things I did not understand that time, I would say that they told me fables..! but in this matter there is "something" (as will be understood from my profession). My God, if I told my boss or my office colleagues that they taught me certain things that would amaze them, the next day I would be sleeping in a mental patients’ sanatorium. Sometimes I tell myself: it cannot be; these men must lie, or I am dreaming or they belong to some secret organization or some Freemason sect, but I do not believe madmen capable of inventing these devices they carry with them. I have already swallowed various books that talk about flying saucers, but nothing clear has come out because none mentions the planet Oummo. However, there is something that surprised me about one of them. I do not know if you have read it, it is titled "The Great Enigma of the Flying Saucers" and is sold at the space Calpe bookstore on José Antonio Avenue. On page 429 there is a drawing of a saucer that landed in Aluche and which the entire press talked about (They told me it was from Oummo, very well, but I am amazed to check that in the drawing there appears on the lower part of the saucer a symbol that is theirs. I swear, Mr. Sesma, that it is theirs. It is true that one horizontal bar is missing to be exact, but it is the symbol of Oummo because I saw it with them long before this saucer arrived (you will remember that my visit was prior to the news given by the newspapers afterward). In addition to the proof I hold (which I will reveal someday if anyone tries to deny me) from these gentlemen, my wife has seen them, my brother-in-law has seen them, although we cannot say who they are, and it is very intriguing. One thing I cannot explain, among others, is their patience in writing to people. I have been typing up to thirty pages for weeks. There is also an administrative assistant with whom I spoke, and although he does not want to let go and claims to be scared, he must also be writing to you, and we do not know if they have someone else! I send the envelopes, and sometimes they give me pages written with more than three different types of typewriters. I cannot name them, but the correspondents have various professions. There are many professors, an engineer from ICAI, an industrial engineer, a police commissioner, a medical professor, a very well-known playwright, two priests, two assistant engineers, several writers, the wife of a pharmacist, another woman, an astronomer. At first, they were just a few professors from Barcelona and Madrid, then it was you, then a priest, and each time a little more. Some wrote to me only once and never returned. They dictated to me the most varied things you can imagine, from astronomy to biology. I suggested they buy an IBM typewriter that has a reading head to write mathematical signs and Greek letters, as that is what costs me time, and there are signs they have to do by hand, but they smiled and said you could later identify the typewriter since they are not sold much. There are some strange things. Why, Mr. Sesma, do these gentlemen who know so much and are so intelligent not learn how to type and take risks with one of us who could betray them? I do not see them doing this, but they cannot be sure. One more thing... What do they gain from writing? If they wish to be believed, why do they not provide proof to everyone? It would suffice for one to see what I have seen or for them to allow journalists to see the famous photos you know of or to simply be seen. Indeed, it is enough to observe them a bit! When they speak to foreigners, they move their lips a little to deceive, but I have seen them talk with that strange voice they have and they do not move their lips. They say (and I believe them) that they have a device in their throats, but I assert that a doctor who examined them could verify they are not lying. What better proof? When I tell them this, it makes them smile and they do not contest it. Why do they hide so much? I say the government cannot do anything to them. On the contrary. This is what makes me most suspicious of them. Why do they hide? Why do they not seem to care when the people they write to do not take notice? Sometimes they seem so naive that they appear to be mentally delayed, if it weren't for their enormous culture that does not fit with this explanation. How do they make people to whom they write (who are not precisely nobodies) believe that they are men from another planet? The least concern is that they might be taken for fools. My wife has some reason to think it is some kind of espionage. But can you imagine spies writing letters to everyone? In any case, Mr. Sesma, I do not know what will happen to all this. If I had noticed any crime in their behavior, I would have gone to denounce them. Besides, the police must know them since they have written to a police commissioner. When they do not act for any being, when the government does not act for any defense, we do not have to be more papist than the pope... Regards. Forgive me for not signing, I believe you will understand.