Saturday, April 09, 2022

OVNIRADIO - ICOU The Arroyo Zapata Humanoids (1983)


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, 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:'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]