Alien Dies in Sweden

The story begins in an art gallery in Copenhagen in 1977. In an exhibition called Lover Chaos, a now-defunct UFO association has a stand. One morning, the author of the article, who is one of the exhibitors at the stand, notices a modest man in his 60s in a white jacket who has listened to the same UFO lecture several times and who always pays particular attention when a slideshow on UFOs is shown. He walks up to the older man and starts making small talk.

Eventually, however, he says, I once talked to a man like the one in these pictures. When he realizes that the author of the article is neither laughing nor shaking his head, but is interested in the man's story, he continues to tell it.

In 1955, I was working as a forestry worker on the Gulf of Bothnia, in the north of Sweden, with two brothers delivering timber to a sawmill in central Sweden. It was early one morning in July. It was about 6 a.m., and already very hot. We wanted to harvest our assigned lot as quickly as possible, and before the heat would completely kill us.

The next moment, both the brothers and I saw a cigar-shaped object zigzagging uncontrollably between the treetops, as branches and leaves swirled down. My wildest thought was that it was a small airplane that had lost its wings, and was now trying to make an emergency landing. There was a river about three to four hundred meters away, and it was clear that the object was heading towards it. All three of us realized that the object would hit the ground within seconds, so we ran in the same direction.

Fifteen to twenty meters before we came out of the forest, the object crashed close to the river.

We were very surprised and decided to go back and continue our work. But when I got back to the edge of the forest, one of the brothers suddenly shouted, There's a dwarf in uniform here!

The plane must have crashed into the river and he must have been thrown out of it.

Quite an amazing story.