WE COME IN PEACE
“It was a flying saucer, silver and it was sitting hovering over a telephone pole. If my brother was alive today he would tell you the same story. I totally believe it. You really think this is all that exists? You’re very shallow-minded.”
After barely an hour on the Extraterrestrial Highway we’re hearing, unequivocally, that otherworldly beings are out here too. It’s just hard to take it seriously when Pam, the lady telling us her story, is doing so from behind a grotesque alien mask.
“We were playing hide and go seek in my grandma’s back yard, and however long it takes a 10-year-old to count to 100… that’s how long I saw it. There were four white globes in a diamond shape, and they all shot off in sequence. That was in 1974. And I remember wearing shorts.”
Nevada State Route 375 (NV 375) runs through desert for 150 kilometres, a couple of hours north of Las Vegas. The vast nothingness either side of the arrow-straight road is tangible. Except… it’s not. There’s life out there, you just can’t see it.
Namely Area 51, more
