Unknown Superiors
Control System on Earth II
Deborah Goldstern
Today we present a new story that continues the saga of the Unknown Superiors, where the control system becomes to reveal in all its glory. Again the venue chosen is South America, based in Argentina.
History belongs to an astronomer Damián Mast, who recalls the incident that took place a few years ago, and in which we find situations that are repeated as the actions of this mysterious organization, which operates on the ground say, which is strongly linked to the "enigma of enigmas," the UFO phenomenon.
Attend the reader.
who were there were
Damián Mast
was not until I decided to write this story, I became aware of how it happened that later influenced my future. But I'll do this analysis elsewhere. I can hardly believe it's been so many years and only now I have to tell it. Try to be as objective as possible, though time, as we know, makes his own.
should make the caveat, again, that these are the facts registered as a twelve year old boy playing football and games of the Commodore 64, like any other boy his age. And he had a detective agency.
agency
Julian & Damian, detectives and told them their destiny and on another occasion. The damn customary for children to do things by vocation, without seeking financial gain, must have been the cause of the break-now that I think, of so noble undertaking. Although this happened long after that afternoon, sitting at the computer monitor on the corner of my eye I saw the full moon through the balcony window. It was three afternoon.
not remember what would have been playing. I do remember is that it was multiplayer, that is, play one and then passes the joystick to the other. Julian was totally focused on the game. I was surprised by my vision of the Moon in full nap, looking at the piece of sky that would let me see the window, a trace of that light. Obviously, there was nothing. It was impossible to see the moon at that hour and at altitudes as low on the horizon. In addition, it was not the pale moon that is usually seen during the day, but a brilliant album.
"would have sworn that I saw the moon," said Julian was still engrossed in the game. I paid no attention, "and was very bright, very rare." See the moon does not seem to be something that justifies my surprise, even at this afternoon, but, moved by a strange curiosity, I was quickly out to the balcony on the third floor of Wheelwright street where we lived with my family, facing the river Paraná .
those years, before the construction of Spain Park, in front of my apartment was the railroad abandoned. One crossed the street and met a wall four feet high and many blocks long, built by the British in the late nineteenth century. Behind that wall, which could only be pierced by a pair of separate entries about three or four blocks, were the railroad tracks. After going through abandoned cars that served as refuge for several hobos had a set of sheds. Today, those houses have been transformed into restaurants and bars of a certain class, but that afternoon I was leaning over the balcony looking for the moon, were still used as a store of bottles in the middle of abandoned rail facilities. Red brick gable-style English, had only its interior mountains of empty bottles into crates. Passing these houses, began the Paraná River Canyon ending, ten feet below, with fishing docks. On both sides of deposit that was just off my balcony (see photo below), there were two mountains of bottles. Were those bottles which suddenly lit up as if the sun had been born behind the tank.
light gradually grew to appear above the barn and then went out, so smoothly as it had begun. I stared at, to see if my eyes had not deceived by some strange mirror, feeling the heart beating under my shirt. "Julian," a voice called neutral, almost professional-now-I like to think, to see again how everything was lit on the sides of the tank and then overflowed light above the gabled roof. For when Julian went to the balcony, the light had gone out again. "There is something behind the barn," he said, pointing toward the river, "something that illuminates everything back there." Not that Julian did not believe me, but "something" is a term too broad to generate curiosity. The point is that after a few minutes scanning the horizon, Julian came back into the department. Had not introduced the waist, when that sun rose again. "There!" I cried, "did you see?". This time, with Julian again with me in the balcony on the third floor of street Wheelwright, whatever was behind the shed of the railway began to beat.
Within five minutes I was sweeping the area with my grandfather's old binoculars. Julian looked at me excitedly, attentive to every detail that could not be perceived with the naked eye. Held in his hands, ready to shoot, our camera: a Kodak pocket classic movie 110. It should not surprise the reader with the speed with which the team met. At the end of the day, we were detectives.
With the exception of the deposit, all the facilities from the wall facing the street to the canyon for the date on which narrate the events that were completely abandoned. While there were some roads, paved with cobblestones from the time of the English, used very occasionally for trucks to load and unload the bottles, the area was only traveled by fishermen heading to the docks. The frequency with which the beat was growing light. Julian was when I pulled the arm, quietly, pointing to the right. Lowering the binoculars, I see that one way of approaching quickly, judging by the clouds of dust left behind, two black cars. A Renault 18 and a Peugeot 504. I remember the image of those cars that seemed to be running a rally inside the circle cut out of the optics. When she came to the warehouse, slowed sharply, skidding and the car still moving, all the doors opened in unison. It fell like a rehearsed choreography, the eight passengers at once. Four out of car, including drivers, leaving the door wide open. They all wore suits, jacket and tie clerk, completely black.
I realize that my heart, twenty years older, is excited as I looked at that child, alternating between the prismatic and direct view, as if trying to see if it was the instrument that was hallucinating, two groups of four men each, which ran with almost military coordination at the back of the tank. Outside the wind rages. Seems to be a typical summer storm. A branch hit my window, I can not help watch every so often, and I returned to the present. Far from the light that ever beat more strongly and more frequently. The men in black suits as a clerk, who had left their black car in front of the tank with four doors open wide, missing the race towards the light.
made a mistake And there is nothing worth two detectives. Often raises the intellectual game machine to travel back in time and find time with your self younger. The game is to respond without revealing your identity, what advice would you give. For my part, I kneel down so that our eyes are the same height, take from the shoulders and say: "Study what you fancy, go anywhere, do not you confess your love to any of the girls that dream and you will dream every night and every morning, if you dare, but for goodness' sake in the world, the afternoon of 13 September 1983, break. That is one of you on the balcony and the other up to the terrace alone. "
Visiting the seven floors that separated the apartment from the terrace, running down the stairs to avoid delays in the elevator, took us less than three minutes. Since the tenth can be seen throughout the island unfolds before Rosario, crossing the Paraná. We stayed a while chewing the anger in silence, looking down, the camera hanging useless doll Julian, I holding the binoculars to his chest. A few hundred meters below our feet, we could see the railroad barn guarded only by a mountain of bottles. No light. No car.
Without haste, with the certainty that we would not find anything, got off and crossed the wall separating the street from the railroad. One of the entries was a few meters from my house. Cross tract scrutinizing every square meter. I stopped a while in front of the tank, watching the pavement with the memory of black cars skidding. Julian was reaching the back of the tank, so I rushed to reach out and share the moment of a possible discovery. The tank, the side facing the river, had a tin-roofed gallery. Between the gallery and the ravine were about twenty meters. After a while walking in circles, kicking stones and seeing the little weeds growing between the crevices of the broken tiles, we decided that there was no trace or clue of what had happened less than an hour. We again home defeated, powerless, feeling that our noses things happened that we were not able to understand, but we had an obligation to investigate. Although we did not know how. The feeling that everything ended there and that we would never know anything about the strange light, we lasted until the next morning to open the local newspaper.
The Capital, the largest newspaper in the city, titled one of its inside pages, inside a small box, below right, "UFO over the city of Rosario, and continued the article" Yesterday afternoon Several readers of this journal is communicating with our newsroom to report that were seeing a strange light moving in the sky Rosario. Airport authorities told this newspaper that there has been no abnormal phenomenon. " At school was the comment of all. Several people had witnessed the "strange light in the sky", including my teacher who had very surprised: "He moved back and forth with incredible speed. When one looked, it seemed as if to hide behind buildings. It was as if he had intelligence. " Julian looked at us without saying a word, nodding and smiling.
remember what caught my attention at the time, were the comments about intelligent behavior of light. It was the only thing that did not close on the facts. How can a ship be aware that a woman from more than one million people, hanging out the washing in the yard, each detected both in heaven and hide like a fairy playing in the woods?
That question haunted me for many years until I came across on the Internet with a guy who was talking about two different scenarios. My problem was that until then I had only known of the bunch of nuts and bolts.
knew of the existence of "Men in Black " many years later.
Who are these characters, even I do not know. I can not believe that if aliens or not belong to this dimension, need to be mobilized in a Renault 18. The truth is that something looked outside my house that afternoon.
I returned a couple of times, after many years, to walk along the river between the bars and restaurants that occupy the area. If you go by Rosario, know that there is now grilled Don Ferro. I usually get standing on the cliff, watching the people laughing and drinking beer. I wonder if you know what happened there twenty five years ago. Obviously not, nobody knows. Well, actually there are those who do know. The breeze on the banks of the Parana is warm, but I can not help but feel, as I stand there, a slight chill in the back. The feeling of being watched all know it.
History belongs to an astronomer Damián Mast, who recalls the incident that took place a few years ago, and in which we find situations that are repeated as the actions of this mysterious organization, which operates on the ground say, which is strongly linked to the "enigma of enigmas," the UFO phenomenon.
Attend the reader.
who were there were
Damián Mast
was not until I decided to write this story, I became aware of how it happened that later influenced my future. But I'll do this analysis elsewhere. I can hardly believe it's been so many years and only now I have to tell it. Try to be as objective as possible, though time, as we know, makes his own.
should make the caveat, again, that these are the facts registered as a twelve year old boy playing football and games of the Commodore 64, like any other boy his age. And he had a detective agency.
agency
Julian & Damian, detectives and told them their destiny and on another occasion. The damn customary for children to do things by vocation, without seeking financial gain, must have been the cause of the break-now that I think, of so noble undertaking. Although this happened long after that afternoon, sitting at the computer monitor on the corner of my eye I saw the full moon through the balcony window. It was three afternoon.
not remember what would have been playing. I do remember is that it was multiplayer, that is, play one and then passes the joystick to the other. Julian was totally focused on the game. I was surprised by my vision of the Moon in full nap, looking at the piece of sky that would let me see the window, a trace of that light. Obviously, there was nothing. It was impossible to see the moon at that hour and at altitudes as low on the horizon. In addition, it was not the pale moon that is usually seen during the day, but a brilliant album.
"would have sworn that I saw the moon," said Julian was still engrossed in the game. I paid no attention, "and was very bright, very rare." See the moon does not seem to be something that justifies my surprise, even at this afternoon, but, moved by a strange curiosity, I was quickly out to the balcony on the third floor of Wheelwright street where we lived with my family, facing the river Paraná .
those years, before the construction of Spain Park, in front of my apartment was the railroad abandoned. One crossed the street and met a wall four feet high and many blocks long, built by the British in the late nineteenth century. Behind that wall, which could only be pierced by a pair of separate entries about three or four blocks, were the railroad tracks. After going through abandoned cars that served as refuge for several hobos had a set of sheds. Today, those houses have been transformed into restaurants and bars of a certain class, but that afternoon I was leaning over the balcony looking for the moon, were still used as a store of bottles in the middle of abandoned rail facilities. Red brick gable-style English, had only its interior mountains of empty bottles into crates. Passing these houses, began the Paraná River Canyon ending, ten feet below, with fishing docks. On both sides of deposit that was just off my balcony (see photo below), there were two mountains of bottles. Were those bottles which suddenly lit up as if the sun had been born behind the tank.
light gradually grew to appear above the barn and then went out, so smoothly as it had begun. I stared at, to see if my eyes had not deceived by some strange mirror, feeling the heart beating under my shirt. "Julian," a voice called neutral, almost professional-now-I like to think, to see again how everything was lit on the sides of the tank and then overflowed light above the gabled roof. For when Julian went to the balcony, the light had gone out again. "There is something behind the barn," he said, pointing toward the river, "something that illuminates everything back there." Not that Julian did not believe me, but "something" is a term too broad to generate curiosity. The point is that after a few minutes scanning the horizon, Julian came back into the department. Had not introduced the waist, when that sun rose again. "There!" I cried, "did you see?". This time, with Julian again with me in the balcony on the third floor of street Wheelwright, whatever was behind the shed of the railway began to beat.
Within five minutes I was sweeping the area with my grandfather's old binoculars. Julian looked at me excitedly, attentive to every detail that could not be perceived with the naked eye. Held in his hands, ready to shoot, our camera: a Kodak pocket classic movie 110. It should not surprise the reader with the speed with which the team met. At the end of the day, we were detectives.
With the exception of the deposit, all the facilities from the wall facing the street to the canyon for the date on which narrate the events that were completely abandoned. While there were some roads, paved with cobblestones from the time of the English, used very occasionally for trucks to load and unload the bottles, the area was only traveled by fishermen heading to the docks. The frequency with which the beat was growing light. Julian was when I pulled the arm, quietly, pointing to the right. Lowering the binoculars, I see that one way of approaching quickly, judging by the clouds of dust left behind, two black cars. A Renault 18 and a Peugeot 504. I remember the image of those cars that seemed to be running a rally inside the circle cut out of the optics. When she came to the warehouse, slowed sharply, skidding and the car still moving, all the doors opened in unison. It fell like a rehearsed choreography, the eight passengers at once. Four out of car, including drivers, leaving the door wide open. They all wore suits, jacket and tie clerk, completely black.
I realize that my heart, twenty years older, is excited as I looked at that child, alternating between the prismatic and direct view, as if trying to see if it was the instrument that was hallucinating, two groups of four men each, which ran with almost military coordination at the back of the tank. Outside the wind rages. Seems to be a typical summer storm. A branch hit my window, I can not help watch every so often, and I returned to the present. Far from the light that ever beat more strongly and more frequently. The men in black suits as a clerk, who had left their black car in front of the tank with four doors open wide, missing the race towards the light.
made a mistake And there is nothing worth two detectives. Often raises the intellectual game machine to travel back in time and find time with your self younger. The game is to respond without revealing your identity, what advice would you give. For my part, I kneel down so that our eyes are the same height, take from the shoulders and say: "Study what you fancy, go anywhere, do not you confess your love to any of the girls that dream and you will dream every night and every morning, if you dare, but for goodness' sake in the world, the afternoon of 13 September 1983, break. That is one of you on the balcony and the other up to the terrace alone. "
Visiting the seven floors that separated the apartment from the terrace, running down the stairs to avoid delays in the elevator, took us less than three minutes. Since the tenth can be seen throughout the island unfolds before Rosario, crossing the Paraná. We stayed a while chewing the anger in silence, looking down, the camera hanging useless doll Julian, I holding the binoculars to his chest. A few hundred meters below our feet, we could see the railroad barn guarded only by a mountain of bottles. No light. No car.
Without haste, with the certainty that we would not find anything, got off and crossed the wall separating the street from the railroad. One of the entries was a few meters from my house. Cross tract scrutinizing every square meter. I stopped a while in front of the tank, watching the pavement with the memory of black cars skidding. Julian was reaching the back of the tank, so I rushed to reach out and share the moment of a possible discovery. The tank, the side facing the river, had a tin-roofed gallery. Between the gallery and the ravine were about twenty meters. After a while walking in circles, kicking stones and seeing the little weeds growing between the crevices of the broken tiles, we decided that there was no trace or clue of what had happened less than an hour. We again home defeated, powerless, feeling that our noses things happened that we were not able to understand, but we had an obligation to investigate. Although we did not know how. The feeling that everything ended there and that we would never know anything about the strange light, we lasted until the next morning to open the local newspaper.
The Capital, the largest newspaper in the city, titled one of its inside pages, inside a small box, below right, "UFO over the city of Rosario, and continued the article" Yesterday afternoon Several readers of this journal is communicating with our newsroom to report that were seeing a strange light moving in the sky Rosario. Airport authorities told this newspaper that there has been no abnormal phenomenon. " At school was the comment of all. Several people had witnessed the "strange light in the sky", including my teacher who had very surprised: "He moved back and forth with incredible speed. When one looked, it seemed as if to hide behind buildings. It was as if he had intelligence. " Julian looked at us without saying a word, nodding and smiling.
remember what caught my attention at the time, were the comments about intelligent behavior of light. It was the only thing that did not close on the facts. How can a ship be aware that a woman from more than one million people, hanging out the washing in the yard, each detected both in heaven and hide like a fairy playing in the woods?
That question haunted me for many years until I came across on the Internet with a guy who was talking about two different scenarios. My problem was that until then I had only known of the bunch of nuts and bolts.
knew of the existence of "Men in Black " many years later.
Who are these characters, even I do not know. I can not believe that if aliens or not belong to this dimension, need to be mobilized in a Renault 18. The truth is that something looked outside my house that afternoon.
I returned a couple of times, after many years, to walk along the river between the bars and restaurants that occupy the area. If you go by Rosario, know that there is now grilled Don Ferro. I usually get standing on the cliff, watching the people laughing and drinking beer. I wonder if you know what happened there twenty five years ago. Obviously not, nobody knows. Well, actually there are those who do know. The breeze on the banks of the Parana is warm, but I can not help but feel, as I stand there, a slight chill in the back. The feeling of being watched all know it.
