The article below was published in the daily newspaper Abbeville Libre, Abbeville, France, page 1, on October 8, 1954.
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"This time, I saw and closely examined a flying saucer," said my friend Jean Durex when I met him yesterday!
- "You saw one too?"
Seeing my skeptical expression, he replied:
"Come on, step inside, I'll tell you the whole story."
"You remember our old buddy from 1914, René Letig from Domart. He invited me over last Sunday. We had a good meal and I was heading back calmly to Saint-Léger when, halfway there, on my right, I saw—what? I said to myself: it's a saucer. I slowly approached. It was there in a clover field, not lying flat, but on its edge at a slight tilt. Nothing was moving. No windows; it was larger than I first thought—about 10 meters in diameter and 2 meters thick, with a matte aluminum color. I kept approaching, I touched it—neither cold nor hot. I walked around it: on the side opposite from where I arrived, there were two raised bands shaped like eggcups with stems; maybe a door? No slit, no crack. Not a sound. I ventured to pound on it, harder and harder, then kicked it.
Nothing echoed. Surely it's been abandoned, I thought. I circled it again, still knocking on it, then finally I started yelling: Hello, hello, are you there? Is anyone inside?
- Finally, a woman's voice answered: Are you going to stop yelling like that and punching and kicking the blanket?
I was in bed. I was dreaming.
A. R.