I was a good friend of a former Asian prime minister. He was older and wiser, and I learned much from him. Occasionally, when the topic turned to the paranormal, he would brush it aside, saying only, “Who knows.” Though he came from a mystical country and others claimed he’d witnessed remarkable things, he rarely shared such stories.
We spent many good times together, and I kept learning from him. One day, I asked if he believed in UFOs. He said yes and seemed about to elaborate, but stopped. I pressed gently, but he dismissed the subject. Disappointed but composed, I let it go. Later, after some drinks with friends, everyone left. As I said goodbye, he called me back, asked me to sit, and began an extraordinary story.
“Long ago, we found a small disc crashed in a mountain. Three small, childlike creatures lay dead outside. I ordered everything hidden in a nearby cave, sealed, and instructed that no one involved ever discuss it, on penalty of indefinite imprisonment.”
“Why did you hide and seal them?” I asked.
“We didn’t want strangers, government agents, or thrill seekers flooding in. Our culture values a low profile; this discovery would have changed that.”
He fell silent. I wanted to know more, but didn’t push. I was grateful and surprised he shared as much as he did. The story astonished me, but didn’t fully shock me, in a world where almost anything seems possible.
