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The Runaway Refugee.

The man in front of me swayed a little as he walked, I wondered what was wrong with his legs he fell against the wall and I managed to hold him upright on his feet. I looked into his eyes. There was something about him that did not fit in, I realised the man was not from this world. I asked him if he was hungry or thirsty. A few guttural words that certainly were not spoken on this Earth, I had an Idea taking from my pocket my notebook and a pen. I showed him with signs that he should make a few pictures for me.

It was as I thought he drew a picture of a large space ship then pointing to himself he drew a small bubble like structure that shot away from the space ship. Then pointing to the earth that he had also sketched he showed the bubble landing and of him walking. He placed his two hands together and showed by placing them on his cheek tilting his head to one side that he was tired. Then he lifted one hand to his lips, he was obviously thirsty. I took him by the arm and led him to a coffee house. He drank two glasses of water and ate four slices of bread. He refused coffee and cakes they were unknown to him.

I took him home and showed him my spare bed, this he to refused a pillow from the bed and a blanket and he curled up on the floor, in seconds he was fast asleep. What shall I do with him? I know I should have handed him over to the Authorities, but I did not have the heart to do this. I could imagine what the Authorities would have done Medical examinations by teams of Doctors. Then how good was knowledge of space and had he any ideas on engineering, was he a rocket specialist. No I just could not let him in for any of what I thought would be standard procedures for any one coming out of space.

I let him sleep while I pondered on how I should handle this new problem. I made a list first teach him one of the Earth’s languages; I myself have English, French and German; it would have to be one of these three languages. Next a supply of paper, it our communication was to be at first simple I would need paper and pencils. Next food. I knew that he drank water and that he knew what bread was but I would need to learn what other foods this man from outer space needed to stay healthy just bread and water could not be all that this man needed.

I was not prepared for what happened the following day. My doorbell rang, I opened the door and four men of the same race of the man that I had taken home with me pushed past me and went straight to where my Guest was sleeping. As the men entered the room my guest jumped to his feet. The next thing was his speech he uttered words that I did not understand. He placed himself in front of me. He uttered what I took to be a command and the four men stood stiffly to what I would say was attention. Then my guest started talking again he occasionally pointed to me and the four men slowly relaxed. I fed the men with Bread and Water as it got dark in the late evening the Guest and the four men left me. Before they went each one placed a hand on my head. One of the men took from somewhere on his body a pistol this he put on my table. My guest took some paper and the pencil and sketched a picture. I understood I was not to leave the house for the next twenty-four hours. I took it that they needed this time to get well away from the Earth. I can hear you all saying, he made this up but do not be surprised if you too come across some one from outer space. There are many planets that we do not even know about.  The pistol I decided was too dangerous to have laying about the house. I used it once a ray came from the pistol and burned a hole in my brick wall I had to fill it in with some sand and cement powder that I mixed together then fresh wallpaper covered where the hole was. I the scribbler Bern do not ask you all to believe what I have written. But think about it if you see someone swaying about in front of you on the street. It could of course just be some one that does not feel well but as in my case it could be a guest from outer space. Bern