NZDF declassified RNZAF UFO files

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# SPACEMAN LANDS IN NORWAY?

Reprinted from English "FLYING SAUCER REVIEW" issue for Sept-Oct. 1955. This most polished printed magazine is published bi-monthly by Flying Saucer Service Ltd. I Doughty St., London W.C.I. England.) sub.N.Z.

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DID A FLYING SAUCER LAND IN NORWAY LAST YEAR? TWO SISTERS, 24-YEAR-OLD EDITH JACOBSEN AND 32-YEAR-OLD ASTA SOLVANG, CLAIM THEY MET THE OCCUPANT. FEW PEOPLE BELIEVE THEIR STORY. BUT THEY CANNOT BE CONVINCED THAT THE MAN THEY MET WAS AN AMERICAN PILOT AND THAT HIS MACHINE WAS A HELICOPTER. BOTH SCOFF AT THE IDEA THAT THEY WOULD NOT KNOW A HELICOPTER WHEN THEY SAW ONE. THEY HAVE SEEN NUMEROUS PICUTRES OF SUCH AIRCRAFT, AND AS FOR OTHER TYPES OF PLANE, THEY ARE FREQUENT AND FAMILIAR SIGHTS IN THE SKY AROUND THEIR HOME TOWN, MOSJOEN. THERE WAS AN AMERICAN PILOT WITH A HELICOPTER IN THE VICINITY AT THE TIME THE CONTACT WAS MADE. HE WAS ON LOAN, WITH HIS MACHINE, TO THE NORWEGIAN GOVERNMENT. BUT, WHEN INTERVIEWED AFTER HIS RETURN TO THE AMERICAN FORCES IN GERMANY, HE DENIED EMPHATICALLY THAT HE HAD MET TWO WOMEN IN A FOREST CLEARING ANYWHERE IN NORWAY, OR THAT HE HAD LANDED IN A FOREST. ALTHOUGH THE STORY WAS WIDELY REPORTED, IT WAS NEVER PUBLISHED IN FULL OUTSIDE SCANDINAVIA. NOW Flying Saucer Review BRINGS YOU EXTRACTS FROM EDITH JACOBSEN'S PERSONAL STORY BY ARRANGEMENT WITH THE NORWEGIAN MAGAZINE NA (NOW).

It was on Friday, August 20th, last year, that my sister and I went berry picking with our uncle, Halvdan Jacobsen, and made the contact. We picked blueberries and cloudberries. It was a bright, sunny day, and early in the afternoon our uncle wandered off on his own. How far? It is impossible to say.

"Asta and I went out on a fen where we thought there would be some nice berries to pick, when suddenly we saw a man in the distance. At first we thought he was another berry picker, but when he came nearer we saw he was not carrying anything. We walked towards him and wondered who he was."

"As we got near to him he smiled and stretched out his hand. I, too, smiled and held out my hand but he only brushed my palm with his. Then he began to talk but we didn't understand a word. It didn't resemble any language I had heard, and I have studied English and German, and I am now studying Spanish. I have heard French and Russian on the radio.

The stranger's language was very soft and melodious. It seemed to have few consonants and no gutterals at all. When we gathered that the man must be a foreigner from some distant country we took a closer look at him. He was of medium height, had pleasant, regular features and long hair with a natural wave. He was rather dark. We didn't notice the colour of his eyes, but I believe they were slightly oblique.

His hands were beautiful and expressive, with fine long fingers, rather like the hands I imagined a fine pianist would have. He wore no rings. He was clothed in a kind of overall, but as he wore a broad belt it could have been trousers and a blouse. The blouse fitted closely at the neck, but was otherwise loose. I could not see any buttons, zippers or fastenings. We didn't notice how he was shod.

The thing that impressed us above all was the genuine friendliness he emanated. It gave us a feeling of goodness and security so that we did not feel in the least alarmed at the encounter. His smile convinced us that he did not contemplate anything evil. When it became clear that we did not understand him, and he did not understand us, he produced something with which to write. We took it for granted that it was pencil and paper, so we took not particular notice.