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An exclusive excerpt from the infamous DANZIG LETTER details early Soviet contact with extraterrestrial infiltrators of the
KGB.
(Editors Note: For the uninitiated the "Danzig Letter" is akin to the Holy Grail for ET hunters. It was originally
received by a retired couple in New Brunswick, Canada in 1992. They were ignorant of its origins except for a cryptic reference
on the package to "Danzig", the archaeic Prussian name for the Polich seaport of Gdansk. Stolen from a village
woman who was translating it, the letter never has resurfaced. Recently the translator has agreed to undergo hypnosis to
recall the text for the MARITIME PROVINCE ALIEN ALERT LEAGUE who in turn are transmitting the passages to us as they are available.
Many thanks to our courageous Canadian brothers.)
(The following is estimated to be halfway througfh the text which
details the interrogation of an alien creature [herein referred to as STARMAN] by a Polish Army Major N.A.L.. The alien
had been found in a KGB "security villa" after the democratic revolution of 1989.
DAY TWO:
NAL: Starman, you still insisty you were not being held prisoner by the KGB?
STARMAN: On the
contrary. I was a high ranking powerbroker within the Kremlin. I had spent thirty years developing intimate ties with
only the most senior members of the party.
NAL: Then why were you hiding in a buburb of Warsaw?
STARMAN:
What do yo think? I was just hiding. Only a few know who I really am...I mean...look at me...I kind of stick out! Like
I told you the apparatus that disquised me as a human was destroyed in the mayhem of the assasination attempt. Only a few
old comrades could help me hide while I tried to contact my brethern.
NAL: "Your brethern", so there are
more like you? In Russia?
STARMAN: No no no no not nowe. No we had been ordered to evacuate all eastetrn positions
months ago. I had stayed on only as a coordinator to try and maintain ties with the military in the case that they assumed
martial law... I knew Boris would turn the Kremlin into a barracade. He's a crazy bastard with a grand sense of dramatic
timing.
NAL: You knew Yeltsin?
STARMAN: Sure! You want to get something done you better know the mayor
of Moscow...hell, we had some good times. I had a cabin outside of Novgorod...that ass cost me a fortune in ;comfort women;.
He was always too drunk to do anything with them...but he alvays wanted at least two. You'd have thought he could be at
least helpful when I really needed him.
NAL: Did you ask Yeltsin for help?
STARMAN: I tried. I sent
him messages that he didn't answer. Without my disguise I couldn't reach him at the Kremlin. I gave up on him and he disavowed
me. Hey, that's the way these things work. I'm a grown up.
We expect more so as the interpreter is supposed to go back to the hypnotist in February. If you know more or are from the
MARITIME PROVINCE ALIEN ALERT LEAGUE please click here to email us. We'll keep it confidential.
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