The article below was published in the daily newspaper Le Progrès du Nord, France, page 1, on September 17, 1954.
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I admit it. Despite my oath to believe in this only when I see it, with my own eyes, I am weakening.
What, people who do not have the reputation of riding the chimera, "born natives" of Acheux, near Amiens, Picards with a cool head and, on top of the market, masons accustomed to handle material things, had seen them.
And they gave such details! ...
I was going to surrender, make amends.
Occurs the adventure of the inhabitant of Quarouble. It's getting closer to us.
Without doubt, the visionary, who is called Marius by chance, was not satisfied with seeing something like what our two brave masons reported.
He adds a little, up to having been grazed by the passengers of the flying saucer - because it was one, no doubt - little helmets, and saw them rush into the mysterious craft that resumed its backfiring flight.
Maybe like simple aviators more or less at home on a more or less ordinary plane.
And then patatras!
This Corrèze cultivator who lets himself be kissed by the passenger of the flying saucer speaking an unknown dialect, goes a little furtherer: he throws everything on the floor.
Including flying saucers that do not leave a trace of their passage while leaving some.
So, farewell saucer!It will be for another time.
When your passengers are more serious.
