The Fourth Dimension 291By 7:30 that evening I had been informed that I was
booked on Air Panama Flight number 102, leaving Lima
at 7 o'clock Sunday morning, September 29, arriving in
Miami, Florida, at 4:30 that same afternoon. The end of
the message said,"Be certain you are on that flight since
your people in Miami are leaving town on Monday."
I was a little sad to receive this news, because I knew it
was goodbye time with Rama. I had grown to love this
space lady as I never believed I could.
She was waiting in the car for me when I returned. As
soon as I got into the car, she said, "I think it's best you
return to the United States on Sunday."
"I guess that means you already know I must be in
Miami on Sunday at the latest. I have a meeting with my
Peruvian partners."
"Chacho, on October third some event will happen
here. I don't think it's going to be too pleasant."
"Uh oh, I know what is going to happen again! I read in
the paper the other day that Presidente Juan Velasco
Alvarado is going to have the people come out into the
streets. October third is the anniversary date of his
revolution, and of his taking office as the president of
the military junta of Peru.
I bet there will be disturbances, like newspapers being
burned and people fighting in the streets. You're right; I
think I better split the scene before somebody changes
his mind and calls to tell me to 'stay and cover this one."'
Rama said she would be going to the southern part of
Peru with some of her brothers. "We'll be conducting
some mining and geological studies."
We were both silent on the drive back to Acaya. I didn't
know what to say to her. One thing still bothered me. I
had never been able to see Rama's flying :;aucers at close
range, and this might be my last opportunity.
At the present time, I had no incentive to return to the
United States. During my absence, sometime around the