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Los Invasores - Humanoid Case Histories
By Nelson Polanco and Luis Burgos
01. The Arroyo Zapata Humanoids
Nelson Polanco: "Good afternoon, dear listeners. I'm here
with Christian Llano, a witness to a close encounter of the third kind in the
year 1983, at a location not very far from the city of La Plata, in the vicinity
of the El Pino wilderness, much before the entrance to Babio. It was here that
he had a CE3K with the particular characteristic of having been only eight
years old at the time of the sighting. Good afternoon, Christian. How are you
doing?
Christian Llano: Good afternoon to you, Nelson. My name is
Christian Llano, currently age 44, a resident of La Plata, and well...from that
moment on, I became interested in the subject of UFOs, although for a long time
I didn't speak of it or make my interest known out of a sense of fear,
shame...so it was later on that I embarked on investigation, look deeper into
the subject.
NP: So, Christian, how old are you now, what's
your family like? Where do you live? Tell me about it.
CL: Well, I live in the Alto de San Lorenzo
district of La Plata, I'm 44, I have a partner and a daughter who'll be turning
three in August, and I work as a freight expediter, I'm involved with logistics
and distribution, and my hobby is UFO research.
NP: Very good. I was telling our dear listeners
that a peculiarity of your case is that you lived the experience when you were
quite young.
CL: Yes, at that time I was eight years old.
September 1983. I don't remember the date well, but I know it was September.
NP: So should we travel into the past and you call
the story?
CL: Yes, of course.
NP: How did you reach that place?
CL: We reached the spot in a pickup truck, a
Citroen 13V. It belonged to Carlos, a neighbor who took us there.
Unfortunately, he has since passed away. We went there with his son, Sebastián,
and Fernando, another neighbor, also deceased, a minor at the time, and me.
NP: In other words, there was you, another boy...
CL: Two more boys. They took us fishing.
NP: You'd gone fishing?
CL: Uh-huh. To that stream.
NP: Do you remember the name of the stream?
CL: It's known to me as Zapata. Arroyo Zapata. You
cross the road from the interior, that is, from Route 11 by the river, to give
you an idea...
NP: ..it's much before the town of Magdalena...
CL: Yes, yes. Halfway between La Plata and
Magdalena.
NP: Perfect. So you arrived in the month of
September '83, you don't remember the exact date, but at what time did you get
there?
CL: It was seven in the evening, more or less.
NP: So it was still light.
CL: Yes, it was still light. It was getting dusky.
NP: Perfect. So were you going to be staying
overnight at that location? Or were you fishing for a while and then heading
back?
CL: The plan was to stay fishing until dark and
then, when we got sleepy, head home.
NP: Perfect. So you were at the edge of the
stream, or beside the stream?
CL: We left the vehicle at the side of a road,
having made a turn to the left on a municipal road, we left the vehicle on the
curb, unloaded the boxes and the fishing tackle, and walked inland, following
the stream.
NP: So how far were you from the road? How far did
you walk, more or less?
CL: We must've walked three or four minutes
between the meadow and...figure that we were some 200 meters from the municipal
road, understand? Not the main road. Route 11.
NP: So this was more or less before eight o'clock in
the evening?
CL: Yes, around eight. It was already dark.
NP: And...and, what happened? What did you see?
CL: [The event] happened much later. We were busy fishing;
we had an improvised dinner we'd brought along with us, sandwiches with cold
cuts...
NP: So you did a sort of camping?
CL: Yes, yes, a picnic. We fished, chatted and so
forth.
NP: And you remember what you were talking about?
Because you hadn't seen anything before...
CL: No, never.
NP: And the people with you discussed the subject?
[of UFOs]
CL: No, these were people completely foreign to
the subject. The person who took us, an older man, had been the director of the
La Plata microbus terminal, and no, we didn't discuss that subject in
particular. We spoke about neighborhood stuff, but not the phenomenon.
NP: So then, you had dinner, and by now you'd set
aside the rods?
CL: Yes we had. We returned to where we'd set up
an improvised camp. We weren't into lighting fires, so we'd brought along a
camping stove with a lighter, and the older man was boiling water to make mate
tea. We had finished eating, and at that time, Fernando - one of the boys -
said: "Look at that light over there." We turned around and saw a
light. It was a sphere moving in the sky at a height of 300-400 meters, by
current estimates. It emitted a light that didn't harm the eyes, two beams, not
at all hard to watch. It made a sound that I would associate nowadays with an
electric transformer, the kind you find at neighborhood corners.
NP: A buzzing sound.
CL: Yes, a buzzing sound.
NP: Christian, do remember the color of this
sphere?
CL: Bluish-white. How can I say? An electric
bluish white. The color one sees during lightning storms, something like that.
That color.
NP: And the approximate size of this light? I know
it's hard...
CL: It is hard, but by my current reckoning, it
measured about 10 meters in diameter.
NP: Good, it was big.
CL: Yes, rather big.
NP: So what happened then? Were you frightened,
what did you do? Did all of you witness it?
CL: All four people saw it. The funniest thing is
that the older man was the one who was most scared by it. My friend, the late
Fernando, was the first to take off running toward it, some two to three
hundred meters from where we were.
NP: Ah, and what was the reason...?
CL: It descended. We saw it descending, until we
figured out that it had landed. We ran and walked as much as the terrain
permitted, given the nature of the meadow...
NP: All three of you ran to meet it?
CL: All four. The older man brought up the rear.
When we came into some fifty meters of the object, we were paralyzed, because
it hadn't landed. Rather, it was levitating, so to speak, some twenty or thirty
centimeters from the ground. It wasn't resting directly on the ground.
NP: Christian, do you remember what it looked
like? Was it exactly like what you'd seen earlier?
CL: Yes, yes, the very same thing we'd seen
traveling in the sky. That's what we saw. It was in a corner of the stream,
where it made slight bend, on the edge facing us.
NP: And that thing was over the water, over land?
CL: Ah, over land.
NP: Over land.
CL: Half a meter to a meter from the water's edge.
NP: And can you remember any details about this
light? Was it a light or an object? Could you see...?
CL: That's a good question, Nelson. That's a good
question.
NP: You've watched the typical movies that show us
landing gear, ladders...
CL: No, all I could see - as I continue with the
story - was that a rectangular section of the sphere, dead center, became more opaque,
as if dimmed, and what seemed to be a doorway opened. Ah, that section was like
a door opening, and three beings emerged. Their height was about a meter, a
meter twenty, I'd say.
NP: What you're telling me is astounding. So
you're telling me that a section of the object parted vertically...
CL: Yes, a doorway, vertical.
NP: It changed colors from that white you were
seeing...
CL: It turned grey.
NP: A little bit darker, shall we say.
CL: Yes, darker. It never became black, so to
speak, among the shades of the color wheel, but it did become dark.
NP: And how did these people get down,
descended...
CL: They walked. They came out walking.
NP: Walking on what?
CL: That's another good question.
NP: Of course, because you're telling me the
object was...
CL: They came out taking a step between the
[vertical] door and the ground, because the sphere was not resting on the
ground.
NP: Perfect. Good. In any event, let's overlook
the details, because we're hearing the narration the events, and then we'll
subject them to analysis. But, in other words, you saw these three beings
stepping out onto the grass, the countryside.
CL: Yes, yes.
NP: So tell me, what were they like?
CL: Well, they stood one meter twenty more or
less, their heads were distinguishable from the rest of the body, which made me
believe they were wearing suits...
NP: Let's see, you were eight years old, were they
as tall as you?
CL: Yes, I figure they were. I was standing some
fifty or sixty meters away from the stream.
NP: Were they anthropomorphic, two arms, and two
legs?
CL: Yes, yes. Their suits were silver grey...
NP: They were wearing clothes or what?
CL: I figure they did. It was clothing, yes.
Wearing suits. They reached up to their necks and their heads were a dark
green, no ears, black oval-shaped eyes, couldn't quite make out their noses,
couldn't make out their mouths...two of them were standing face to face...
NP: In other words...
CL: ...and the third had his back toward me,
looking at the sphere, as if inspecting something on the sphere.
NP: Christian, were these three beings identical?
Or did you notice if any one of them was different from the others?
CL: No, the three were identical.
NP: The three were wearing identical outfits?
CL: The same features and everything.
NP: Could you see if they had fingers on their
hands?
CL: Yes, yes. A bit longer than our own, don't
remember at this moment if they were five, but the arrangement was the same,
with a thumb, and the remaining fingers longer than ours.
NP: Could you notice any distinguishing features
on their outfits?
CL: No, nothing. I couldn't see any buttons, fasteners;
whether they were two-piece outfits...I didn't notice it.
NP: So what did you do?
CL: We were frozen.
NP: The same happened to all four of you?
CL: Yes. At one moment, what struck me the most,
is that one of them - the one in the middle - did not speak to me, but...issued
something along the lines of telepathy, telling me to rest easy, that they came
in peace, and he projected images into my head out of which only one could I
associate with something terrestrial: a nuclear fireball following an atomic
explosion. The rest of the images, over the course of the years, I tried to
research on the internet but was unable to find any similarities.
NP: There's something I must ask you. You told me
they spoke to you...or allegedly the one in the middle did. How did he speak to
you? Did he move his mouth, did he use the same language?
CL: He made a gesture with this hand, his right
hand, looking at me, which he raised, but as if saying stop or calm down, and
at that time the images were projected into my head, with the thought 'rest
easy, we come in peace'.
NP: Good, perfect, but did you see him move his
lips at any time?
CL: No.
NP: So the being raised his right hand as if to
calm you, and there, in your head, in your mind, you received these images. And
the voice?
CL: No, I didn't hear a voice.
NP: No voice, just the pictures?
CL: Just the pictures.
NP: Good. And he was the only one conveying these
images?
CL: Yes. I figure it was him.
NP: So what happened next, Christian?
CL: The being standing on the right, at the other
end, knelt beside the stream and made a gesture - I don't believe he touched
the water - as if washing his hands and face.
NP: How? I...I don't understand. He wet his hands?
CL: He made a gesture, as if crouching beside the
water, sticking his hands in the water and washing his face, but without ever
touching the water.
NP: And you understood this at the time?
CL: No, I remember the image, but at the time I
did not associate that he was doing that.
NP: And your companions, those who were with you,
how did they react?
CL: They took off. At the moment when the being
knelt, they took off.
NP: And the older man who was there with you?
CL: He called my name. I could hear him calling my
name, and I paid him no mind. I was bemused, petrified. They took off.
NP: And what did these beings do? How did it play
out, Christian?
CL: The kneeling one stood up, the one facing the
object turned around, they re-entered the sphere at the very place they'd
descended from, the sphere regained its normal color entirely and began to rise
into the air to a point I estimated at 100 meters in the air, after which it
flew way at an amazing speed, vertically.
NP: And your companions, your friends?
CL: They saw it from where they were, the camp
site, our improvised camp site, they saw it rise and heard the same sound as
me, because we discussed it later. They heard the same as me, and saw it rise
into the air just like me.
NP: Good. And it didn't reappear again? How long
did you remain at the site?
CL: No, we picked up our things and went home.
NP: Ah. You were frightened by what happened?
CL: Yes, yes.
NP: Good. Do you remember the time, roughly?
CL: We got back to La Plata, to my home at around
one in the morning. It took us between 40 minutes to an hour.
NP: So afterwards, you discussed the events, what
you'd seen...I can imagine that since you were eight years old, how did you
process all of this? All of these years, with this memory?
CL: A lot of uncertainty, fear...fear of
discussing it...and I spoke about it with other friends, and people mocked me,
they thought it was a lie, a game...
NP: Of course, when you're eight years old...
CL: It's not very credible. They say this boy's
not credible, he makes things up.
NP: You're the neighborhood nutjob.
CL: Exactly. This led me not to speak about it
with the other boys who were present in public, but we did discuss it
privately. And today, the only one of these friends who's still alive, the
other witness, asked me to please never bring up the matter again, at least not
in public, and that he's not interested in remarking upon it.
NP: It's also a very personal, very intimate
matter. One should respect that. Christian, I want to thank you ever so much
for having been willing to discuss it, because talking about these subjects
isn't easy at all when dealing with an eight year old witness, a child. We're
grateful that you've chosen to share such deep-seated memories with us, which
have moved the people who will surely be listening to your words. Your case is
very important to Argentina's case histories, as you know, FAO's archives
contain a dossier on CE-3K events. There's something remarkable about your case
that doesn't come up very often, which is your age at the time of the
experience.
CL: Thank you, Nelson, for your interest and the
seriousness with which you've handled the matter.
[Transcription and translation (c) 2022 Scott
Corrales, IHU with thanks to Luis Burgos and Nelson Polanco]