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The atmosphere of Madrid was quite strange at this period of the year. This was the period of the years when the birthday of Franco was falling. The streets were full of flags from the old dictatorship, yellow flags with swastika. In the streets,veterans of the Spain war were wearing their decorations and claiming for fascist ideas. The police surveyed this fauna from distance, ready to act if necessary. They brought big yellow vans with them with horses to control the manifestations. Jean-Jacques Pastor with his moustache and his long hairs did not really have the head of a phalangist, and we preferred prudently to stay in our hotel, waiting for eventual Ummits. In case where we would have been taken in a Lou, the secretary of Farriols were calling us periodically, asking us for patience. All what follows is only a testimony : mine. I could not affirm if all that really happen or if this was a dream. At two or three hours in the morning I suddenly awoke up. I heard noises in the bedroom which was in front of ours, on the other side of the corridor, but I could make no gestures. My body was like gum and my muscles had no more strength. The door opened suddenly and several men entered, which handed me quickly. They made me sit on my bed and pointed on object in my direction. I then saw only blue, a blue indigo. I felt that these people were support me or I would have fallen on the floor. Then I collapsed. After some time I was waken up at new with a sensation of cold on the neck. Being normally chilly, particularly during the night, I have the habit of sleeping with pyjamas. These people had taken down my pants and pulled up the shirt to my neck. I was seeing them very fuzzily as the room seemed to be lighted with lanterns. I was seeing them, but could not turn my head or my eyes. I could particularly not see what they were doing to my room-companion, Jean-Jacques Pastor. Suddenly, one of them noticed I was conscious. He did a gesture toward one of his companion and J felt again in unconsciousness. As I awoke up in the morning, I had a glance on my friend Jean-Jacques, which was in the other bed of the room. I had the impression that my ureter has been polished with sand- paper. As for Jean-Jacques, he had a terrible headache. We spoke about our impressions of the night. 125 demonstration and ask about the reason of our staying in the Capital, it would have been difficult to answer: - We are here on the invitation of an extraterrestrial group.