Jesus the Extraterrestrial - Origins by Leo Mark

buildings, what a terrible thing, for God´s sake.’
    ‘Yes, lady, we´re all shocked. It was a great loss for humanity.’
    ‘But we´re here for another reason. My partner will explain.’
    ‘Lady, a very important American family is being hunted. Yesterday two members of the family were killed by very bad people. The only one of the family who survived is a boy who, as it happens, has the same name as your late son and almost the same age, just a year’s difference.’
    ‘But how do yer know about our son? He passed away yesterday and we ain´t even been to the registry office yet,’ said the woman with an astonished look.
    ‘Didn´t you call your family in Italy yesterday, to tell them? Well, we intercepted your call.’
    Francisco leapt out of his chair.
    ‘You been snooping on us?’ the old man roared.
    ‘No, sir, please, calm down. All international calls are monitored for security purposes. We have software which identifies certain patterns, records them and sends them to us.’
    ‘Well, alright then, but just tell us what yer want. Can´t yer see we´re not up to coping with visitors? We´ve only just put our son in his grave.’
    ‘Right, then, as I was saying, two members of this American family were killed yesterday, and only their son survived. We need a place to hide the child. He needs a new name and a new family: if they find him he’ll be killed too. We´re here in the name of the American government to ask for your help.’
    ‘Yer want us to take on a child that isn´t ourn and that on top of that is being hunted? That´s not just illegal, it´s dangerous. Suppose those bad people find him here and kill us all!’ said the woman fearfully, but at the same time with compassion.
    ‘You won’t be taking a risk. We’ll watch you twenty-four hours a day and no one will find the boy here in Brazil. These bad people think the boy is dead too, that´s why he needs a new name and a new family.’
    ‘But what are we goin’ to tell our family and our friends and neighbors?’ asked the man.
    ‘As far as we know, only your family in Italy was told; your friends and neighbors don´t yet know your son is dead. All you have to do is not say anything more to anyone. Keep the boy hidden for a few years and no one will suspect. They´re not that different.’
    ‘Can we see the boy?’ asked the woman.
    ‘Of course! I’ll fetch him.’
    The man brought David into the house. His face was all creased with the marks of the car’s upholstery and he was yawning like someone who hadn´t liked being woken like that.
    When the couple saw David they felt happy and emotional.
    ‘Goodness me what a good-looking boy! He looks like an angel,’ said Maria, and began to weep as she remembered her own
dead son.
    ‘Just a moment, sir, I need to talk to me husband, I´ll be right back,’ said the old lady in a fearful tone of voice, as if she had something very important to say to him. The two of them went into the kitchen.
    ‘Husband, does yer remember once I told you I saw an angel?’
    ‘I remember, but that be some thirty years ago.’
    ‘And does yer remember what I told yer the angel said to me?’
    Her husband’s face took on a look of amazement as he remembered how, thirty years before, his wife had woken in the middle of the night weeping bitterly, and had told him that she had seen an angel. The angel told her that one day men would come to her door and bring her a child, and that the child should stay with them and they should look after it well. Naturally none of the family believed what Maria said. Of course it had been a dream, real though it seemed to Maria. As time went by, she too became convinced that it was just a dream - after all, it was unimaginable.
    ‘So it weren’t a dream after all!’ exclaimed her husband, still shaken.
    ‘No, it weren´t. At the time I told yer it was too real to be a dream, but yer all talked me into believing it was a dream and I just kept quiet. It can´t be