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Thao 7

She placed her hand on a type of ‘medallion’ I had noticed earlier ‘attached’ at 

the height of her left breast, and with the other hand, she held what resembled a 

large biro which she unclasped from her belt.

She pointed the ‘biro’ above our heads and in the direction of the sphere. I 

thought I saw a green beam of light flash from it but I couldn’t be sure. She then 
pointed the ‘biro’ at me, her other hand still on the ‘medallion’ and quite simply, 

we rose, simultaneously, towards the wall of the machine. Just when I was sure 

we were going to collide with it, a portion of the hull retracted like an enormous 

piston in the core of a cylinder, revealing an opening, oval in shape, of about 

three metres in height.

We regained our feet, Thao and I, on a type of landing inside the craft. She let 

go of her ‘medallion’ and with a dexterity that suggested she had done it often, 

she refastened her ‘biro’.

‘Come. We can touch each other now,’ she said.
Taking me by the shoulder, she guided me towards a small blue light, so intense 

that I had almost to half close my eyes. I had never seen a colour like it on Earth. 

When we were almost below the light, the wall on which it was located ‘let us 

pass’. That is the only way to describe it. From the way in which my mentor was 

leading me, I could have sworn I was going to have a handsome lump on my 

forehead, but we passed through the walls - like ghosts! Thao laughed heartily at the 

shocked expression on my face. That did me good. I remember that laugh - like a 

refreshing breeze and reassuring at a time when I was not feeling at ease.

I had often spoken with friends of ‘flying saucers’ and was persuaded that they 

did, in fact, exist - but when you are actually faced with the reality, so many 
questions cloud your brain that you think it will burst. Of course, deep down I 

was delighted. From Thao’s manner towards me, I sensed that I had nothing to 

fear. However, she was not alone: I wondered what the others were going to be 

like. In spite of my fascination with this adventure, I still doubted if I would see 

my family again. Already, they seemed so far away, when only several minutes 

earlier I was in my own garden.

We were now ‘gliding’ at ground level along a tunnel-shaped corridor that led to 

a small room, the walls of which were of a yellow so intense that I had to close 

my eyes. The walls formed a vault - exactly as if we were inside an upturned 

Thao covered my head with a helmet made from a transparent material and I 

found, by opening one eye, that this enabled me to tolerate the light.

‘How do you feel?’ she asked.

‘Better, thank you, but that light - how can you stand it?’

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