D139 Two letters from the typist to Enrique Villagrasa.

Madrid 9 June 1968

Mr. VILLAGRASA

Dear Sir:

The purpose of this is to send you with it a copy, of those I have made, of the report dealing with the oawoolea uewa oemm, which is what they call the flying saucers.

I suppose you received an earlier letter of mine in which I explained everything to you, so I do not have to repeat why I am sending you this. I have also written to other gentlemen I have on a list they left me, only to those who can understand it because of their engineering profession.

I was under no obligation to do this, but these things are important and you will get more out of them than I, who am no expert; I have taken so long because there are many pages and I could not give it to any stranger to copy, and although it was done by making copies I have had to repeat it because there were not enough.

Of course it is not a copy of the first original, but of the one I made afterwards. I have copied it as perfectly as I could, for they were most scrupulous about that; you cannot imagine how far they went in finding fault; then, when one day I realized that they were saying they were from a Planet, I was frozen and thought they were mad, but when I realized they were telling the truth and they opened up to me, they began to be more demanding about the work.

One thing they never told me was why it was not they who typed the letters, for if they are so intelligent they will be so in this too. At first I said nothing, for I thought they had not learned and that was what surprised me, but one afternoon one of the gentlemen sat down and wrote a few lines, and just imagine, he did it with a single finger, the middle finger of the right hand, and went as fast as I do or faster, though that is not saying much since I am not very fast either; it is strange, for if I did the work for them they could do it themselves without witnesses from here, since they did not know whether I was going to report them; luckily for them they found me.

Then they were very scrupulous about other things: I had to put on rubber gloves, and they themselves brought me paper and envelopes in great quantity (this very paper is what I have left); were it not that I am sure they did not give orders on a whim, one would take them for cranks. I was in the habit of leaving a margin on the left of the paper in letters and other things, but not they; sometimes they let me leave a margin but almost always I used up the sheet, and it was not for lack of paper; they even interfered with the spaces I left between words sometimes, and with how I had to put the hyphens. They did strange things; for example, my machine has two question marks, ¿ and ?, and even though they knew that in Castilian the first one is put upside down, they made me put it the other way round in some letters, that is, both at the bottom, while in others not. Perhaps they would never interfere with whether I put accents or not, and on the other hand there were letters where they warned me about it in every word, and if I left one out it was not enough to correct it and the paper had to be put back in the carriage; of course they did everything pleasantly and without getting angry, much less scolding; they would not even let me use my carbon paper and brought me many brands, each time telling me which brand; all this they must have done to accustom us to discipline, for in that they were very disciplined among themselves, and many times, although without offending, they made it clear how undisciplined we are; for with the other gentleman who took their dictation, whom I told you about in the other letter, they were even stricter about how he typed, for they corrected even his touch, whether it was hard or soft.

I can just see Mr. Dei ninety-eight, who was the one who behaved best and the one I knew most, for he came a lot. He would sit on the sofa if we were in the dining room, or in my armchair if we were in the little study I had in my flat, and he would close his eyes to dictate. I am going to tell you something nobody will believe, but God knows I am not lying. When I had been typing for some time, one day he says to me: You have made a mistake. When I type I look at the keyboard, for I have not learned touch typing, so I looked and it was true; I was astonished, and he still had his eyes closed. I asked him if he knew it through some kind of telepathy, and he told me smiling that no, there was no mystery at all, but that from hearing me type so much, he said, each key had a sort of sound and that was how he knew, and that besides at other times he noticed but did not say anything so as not to bother me or to see whether I would correct it; and after that let anyone tell me they were not from Ummo, after this and other things I keep to myself...

Well, I was telling you that I have tried to copy in such a way as to respect the lines, the hyphens and everything as they wanted. I have gone over the numbers in case I had made a mistake, and everything in general; if there is any typing error it is because it slipped past me, for that is unavoidable, and also punctuation marks, although let it be said that in the original stops and commas were already missing, for even in that they were strange; they corrected some and told me on purpose not to put others.

The only thing missing, as I tell you in the original, are censored lines, but you will understand that I cannot, nor would it be right to, copy those from the other uncensored original. The only thing is Notes 16 and 17, which, after writing everything and not being sure whether they were censored or not, I have found, for I had them misplaced; but since I have the work done I am sending it like this, and as soon as I copy them, within a few days, I will send them to you

The notes written on my own account, which were not in the original copy, I mark with some black strike-throughs so that you know they are mine, like this

As I draw badly, and besides they would not have been the same, apart from being a lot of work, I gave the drawings to my brother-in-law to have copies made, and after cutting out the typewritten text I have pasted them onto sheets for you. And I have nothing more to tell you on the subject. I still know nothing. Although now I think they are here, so I do not intend to move or do anything more until they call me or come again. If I did anything to them, God knows it was not intentional, and I know they are not vindictive.

And nothing more until my next letter: you know I am sorry not to sign, but they behaved well and I prefer to follow the advice not to give my name.

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Madrid 15 JUNE 1968

Mr. VILLAGRASA NOVOA

Dear Sir:

When I already had the copies of the report I am sending you prepared, it turned out that when I had photocopies made of some drawings these did not come out well, while others were less blurred, precisely those drawn in ink, whereas those drawn in colours come out very badly.

Then, on the advice of a relative who knows a completely trustworthy photographer, and without telling him what it was about, he took some photographs to make copies. That has solved everything, for at first we thought of taking them to a commercial photographer, but that is risky, not because we do not trust you and think you are going to make inquiries, but because in this matter of keeping anonymity the gentlemen from Ummo always gave me very serious instructions.

That is why it was delicate to give the drawings to this gentleman, so we told him they were some illustrations by a draughtsman for a book and he did not attach much importance to it, but he has taken some time to deliver the work to us, and since it was a sort of favour it was not a matter of hurrying him.

Do you remember that in my last letter I told you I had been talking with the other gentleman who made the copies for the gentlemen from Ummo? Well, he has finally told me that he knows they are here on Earth, and he says it does not matter if I tell you. What he did not make clear, or did not want to say, for this gentleman is most reserved, is whether they have come back, or did not all go on the journey of the first of June, or whether they are in Spain. I think they are not in Spain, and that explains why they have not come back to my home, for I have always behaved well with them and they can have no complaint.

So I will go on waiting without saying anything. In this we must help each other. I promise you that if I learn anything I will let you know; likewise, if you should come to speak with them, tell them I am still at the new address which they know, and although the telephone is not the same and the new one is not yet in the directory, they should ask for me at the Telephone Company. Now you see how right I was not to move until I had news of them, for if I had become impatient and called a new meeting we would have harmed them.

After hearing the news I was in two minds whether or not to send you the copies of the report on the uewa oemm (which I am sending you), but as I had already promised it to everyone and have the copies and the photos made, and besides they told me I could send it to another engineer, I do not think they will say I have done wrong.

The sender's address I put on the envelopes is false, for since a sender's address has to be given when sending by registered post I have put an invented name.

Yours faithfully.