Letter Ummo 865

29/04/18 M. W. RUMSEY Room 402 - Hotel Imperador Av. José Antonio, 53 MADRID Dear Sir: I am an independent investigator and curiously, I have gathered three important clues regarding the matter for which you are seeking information in your undated circular to the neighbors of Calle Mayor in this city. This matter, which began in the low Alps of France near the Pyrenees (Note: sic), in 1950, aligns with a series of personal investigations into the former inhabitants of the mentioned area and a series of strange events that took place in Madrid on 01/06 (Note: This date is handwritten (written in Spanish "1-6"), replacing the typewritten text "May 31" which is crossed out by hand) of 1967 between 8 and 9 PM, culminating in a very decisive event in San José de Valderas (province of Madrid). Therefore, I hope you will pay attention to my upcoming reports, which I am keeping in reserve for now. It would be very interesting to have a personal exchange of impressions with you, for which I await your instructions regarding a future meeting. Sincerely yours, 863 / 1373 --- Mr. D. Enrique Villagrasa MADRID Received on 11/05/1973 October 29, 1973 My dear sir, This letter is to relate to you certain important matters that have occurred in recent days concerning the gentlemen inhabitants of Oumo. I have addressed you before, although I have not had the pleasure of knowing you personally, yet you may have seen me. On one occasion, I made the mistake of writing to you without their permission, but this time, I have their authorization, and I owe it to the circumstances. This letter is to give you good news, although you would have had it even without receiving my letter. But I am obliged to inform you. I will only say what these gentlemen have authorized me to communicate, although I would like to say more than I can because it is very little, except for some matters I know they keep secret. I still like to write to you because, if they do not return, I will have the pleasure of personally knowing Messrs. Garrido Buendía and Sesma Manzano, as well as the other gentlemen from Seville, Oviedo, Bilbao, Barcelona, and even Madrid. It would be appropriate to organize a meeting of all, which could be held at my house, which is, for that purpose, as good as one could ask for, so that all together we can deal with the greatest matter we have known in Spain, and you know well that I am not exaggerating because even I have little doubts that torment me all the time. It would be a lie to say that their other collaborators would not share the same opinion. It is a pity they did not allow it sooner because among all, I have more than enough proof that we are not exaggerating, although to say that men come from a distant planet is also to say that you are crazy or foolish. Having lived many years seeing them and hearing them speak, one understands, when you know them a little and have focused on the details, that they have something different from all other humans. At first, they would seem like gentlemen like you or me. (I only know one of their women who spent a night at my home and in fact, she was their leader that year). Then the first thing that attracts attention is their voice, but that does not prove that they are from another planet, because people operated on the throat or who have a tongue-tie speak the same way, but you begin to notice day by day details of the body which you say: either it is a birth deformity or they are not like other men. Or again, what interest do they have to tell such a blatant lie? If you say it once or twice, people might say: This man is crazy, but you tell yourself different things about them, that they are serious and intelligent. Then you start to get to know the devices they use and you say: either they are spies from a great country and have devices never seen even in cinema or, although it’s hard to believe, they are telling the genuine truth. I don’t know what you think about all this. At best, all the letters they wrote to you, Mr. Villagrasa, were torn up thinking it was a joke. At worst, it would be a big mistake. It’s clear that you are very free and since I understood that you haven’t spoken with them, you might believe that, since these letters are not signed, that is, anonymous, they are not worth paying attention to. However, I heard you are inclined to respect them and that you belong to this UFO study association, to which another man and I were instructed to send you the letter that is bothering us these days. I will tell you the matter from the beginning to clarify things; I reserve only two things they did not allow me to say and that I think is right not to reveal without their permission. A few weeks ago, one of them (they were passing through Madrid and I had only seen him once before) called me by phone to agree on the time of the visit. He gave me an envelope and left immediately after asking me to send this envelope and asked if I could come to the hotel on Wednesday, which was the next day. That evening I was received by two men from Oumo: One I knew and another new one who spoke very poor Spanish and was very young, almost a sixteen or seventeen-year-old adolescent, wearing a sports jersey and who spent his time very distractedly looking at the floor. They received me in one of their rooms, but since it faced the street, we moved to another room overlooking an inner courtyard. It was there that the taller of the two told me they were all going to leave Earth's territory. I asked them why, if anyone would remain, if they planned to come back, and if it was possible to say goodbye before leaving Spain. They told me they would not leave Spain, that the majority were not returning to Oumo, that they could not tell me the reasons for leaving, that the return depended on many things but it was very sad to think that maybe they would not return for more than a hundred years or who knows, much more time, but it was not possible to know through mathematical calculations; then they told me that on the other hand, the probability of being able to return could be known, which was not the same as deciding to do so. Although smiling and calm, I know their psychology well from dealing with them a lot, and I realized that this way of leaving all together without leaving anyone, when it was known they had thought of staying on Earth many more years, was caused by something very serious, as if the world’s police were after them or if a war was coming. Notice, Mr. Villagrasa, that I told them this without mentioning the possibility of the police: Is there going to be a war? and the youngest, practically inaudible and speaking very slowly, answered me: But aren’t humans perpetually at war? Then, the other took from his wallet a green envelope and said I should not send it before next November 15. Then they called the boy asking what I wanted to take with me and, after talking for a moment about painting and what was happening in Chile, he said goodbye without much warmth, as he was sad even though with them I was not very trusting, unlike their previous brothers who had treated me well for a long time, and he is the worst I have dealt with among them. You know one, you confide in him, you have his friendship, and then he disappears or leaves for another country or goes to his land of Oumo. It’s a strange way to understand friendship since I have not received a single letter from them since, none of them even speak unless forced to in conversation. He comes to my house in a bad mood and talks about it with my wife, who also gets sad. It’s at least an economic matter, because I have already experienced it with relief and I do not mind saying what I owe them, but we have grown fond of them, that is the truth. We live as if in a dream. But what puts me in a bad mood is to remember that the last time they left, it was because they expected the possibility of a world war; the proof is that my wife and I discussed it that night. Whether we are right, what happened on Friday the twelfth proves it. I was having lunch when …X… called me. This gentleman is another of their collaborators, his relations with me are not good and it’s not my fault. Since it’s not good to talk about one’s neighbor, I remain silent… That’s how it is. We are not friends and practically do not speak to each other. All I can say is that he has strange ideas, as everyone stays in their own house and God in everyone’s house... That’s why it was strange that he called me. He called me on the phone and with much mystery said to me: “Look, I would like us to have an urgent meeting on the third” (he forgot to tell me, Mr. Villagrasa, that the youngest of the OUmites had already left, which I already knew) and tasked me with inviting him to my home because he would be at my house at 9 o’clock that night. And he told me something, and it is very serious, very serious. “Please be punctual, it is not appropriate to say more...” and to elaborate. I got scared and did not dare to talk about it with my wife, because I confess that I imagined that some had been arrested or that we had been discovered and were going to be arrested or something else. I have a clear conscience because dealing with them, I don’t believe that goes against the law, since they are very honest and cultured men, they respect the orders and the authorities of each country, although they speak very openly about politics, but as is known, the Americans were looking for them because they were very intrigued by Oumo, because God knows if the most foolish believed that they were spies or whatever, hence the confusion. That is why I went with apprehension to this gentleman’s chalet; before parking in the area, I entered a booth and called him to ask him to bring the Oumo gentleman to the phone if he was there. It was twenty to nine. He told me no and that I should not be late, so without telling him my fear, I waited about ten more minutes because I felt a trap. You will say, Mr. Villagrasa: why so many precautions since then I entered the other collaborator’s chalet and nothing happened. If some day, as I believe, we can meet, we will see to explain many things and that in truth it was not exaggerated to take precautions. Altogether, they were already waiting for me and he immediately began to tell me that they were going to dictate some letters to the two of us and that we should prepare the machines, but beforehand they would inform me of the situation because the other one already knew it in part. He begins by saying that the worst would be a war of Israel against Egypt and that he knew very well that American bases were on alert worldwide, that the authorities of North America were studying at that moment not only the Soviet Union’s attack plan but that they had all the devices and systems to counter a blow from the Russians, and that although the probability of having a final attack was less than thirty percent, which is reassuring, it was prudent to be warned and that although the danger was more or less serious, the proof was that the probability rate was not high, they were going to leave because they have a standing order as soon as there is a certain danger, even if low. You do not see, Mr. Villagrasa, how I behave, because I am not crazy and I know that when one gives bad news to a sick person, one sugarcoats it. So, are we? Moreover, they are very well informed about everything and always, and they never exaggerate, even if sometimes they are brief. Since the other man joined them only out of interest, and this is not to criticize him, and that he couldn’t care less about politics and understood nothing, although he said he was concerned, and he began asking absurd things: whether they knew when atomic bombs would be launched, and who would start first, things he could not be informed about (especially him). Finally, he begins to dictate the letters and through them we would understand the importance that the matter would take. Then, he takes out a metal plate and, what surprised us most, is that he is going to read what he has to dictate to the machine only for the other one, because they always dictate from memory. This is because he was dictating the coded letters. And he did not allow us, as usual, to keep a copy. As he dictated things to me and others to their other collaborator, we only understood at the end that this key had to be sent to everyone without giving us a copy. When he closed the box where he puts the m