
 Bob Pratt 
In a lovely small city on the eastern slope of the Andes Mountains in Argentina, a man and his grown son took what they believe was a trip to an all-red world that had no sky.
In a lovely small city on the eastern slope of the Andes Mountains in Argentina, a man and his grown son took what they believe was a trip to an all-red world that had no sky.
Francisco Nuñez was sixty-six and his son Carmelo was 
    twenty-three at the time. They lived in Mendoza, an attractive city with sidewalk 
    cafes and streets that are lined with tens of thousands of trees. It is in 
    the wine country of western Argentina, on a line between Buenos Aires and 
    Santiago, Chile.
Francisco and Carmelo believe they were 
    taken to a strange city with buildings so tall they couldn't see the tops 
    of them. The buildings and everything else was red and they couldn’t see any 
    sky. That was on the evening of July 6, 1978.
Francisco was an auto mechanic who worked 
    for the Mendoza Provincial Ministry of Labor. He was responsible for keeping 
    the ministry's vehicles, including police cars, in working order.

Carmelo was also a mechanic and in their 
    spare time, he and his father fixed up old cars in a repair shop at their 
    home and sold them. In 1933, when Francisco was a young man, 
    his parents gave him a new American Chrysler four-door sedan. He drove it 
    for many years and eventually retired it, putting it up on blocks. The years 
    passed and when Carmelo turned fourteen, he began to tinker with the old Chrysler. 
    Before long, he had it running again and ever since has used it as his personal 
    car. 
 Neither 
    the father nor the son was overly tall but both were stocky and strong, especially 
    Carmelo, who was quite husky. He had a strangely soft, gravelly voice that 
    reminded you strongly of some of the menacing characters in The Godfather 
    movies.
Neither 
    the father nor the son was overly tall but both were stocky and strong, especially 
    Carmelo, who was quite husky. He had a strangely soft, gravelly voice that 
    reminded you strongly of some of the menacing characters in The Godfather 
    movies. 
The exterior of the car was beautiful, 
    its dark green restored to its original luster, and the engine ran to perfection 
    when I visited the Nuñezes in November 1978.
Carmelo hadn't gotten around to restoring 
    the interior yet, but he had installed extra dials and gauges on the dashboard 
    to monitor the engine's performance. He had also put in a radio and tape deck 
    as well as stereo speakers. He liked to tape his favorite music at home and 
    then play it in his car when he was driving around.
He was playing a tape of modern music 
    on the evening of July 6 when he drove his father to Maipu, a suburb on the 
    southeastern side of Mendoza. They went there to talk to a man about doing 
    some masonry work for them. The same tape was still playing when they started 
    driving back home around nine o'clock.

On their way home, Carmelo started to 
    drive onto an expressway ramp when a new, olive green pickup truck seemingly 
    came from out of nowhere behind them and passed them, going very fast. (Carmelo, 
    at left in this photo, and Francisco pose at the entrance to the expressway 
    where the incident began.) Then, as soon as the truck had passed, it slowed 
    down – and so did Carmelo's car, even though Carmelo never took his foot off 
    the gas pedal.
HEY! WHAT HAPPENED?
Carmelo was a curiously uncurious fellow 
    and although he thought this was a little odd, he didn't think much about 
    it. Then, just as he drove onto the expressway itself, the truck – and the 
    expressway – disappeared.
"Hey, Carmelo! What happened to the 
    truck?" Francisco asked.
"I don't know," Carmelo replied 
    in surprise.
"Where's the road?"
"I don't know."
Both men were stunned. They found themselves 
    driving in total darkness, unable to see anything.
"The headlights were on high beam 
    but we couldn't see anything," Carmelo told me a few months later. "Neither 
    of us could see anything for a few minutes. Everything was dark."
Long after the incident was over, both 
    men became convinced that the truck and the highway had not disappeared at 
    all. Instead, as Francisco said, "WE had disappeared! We didn't know 
    what had happened. We felt we'd lost our way. Then, some minutes later, the 
    car very swiftly entered some city. We were going very, very fast and the 
    buildings were just flying by."
He said the old Chrysler was racing down 
    the middle of a broad avenue lined with big buildings with rectangular windows. 
    The buildings reached higher than they could see and everything was red.
The eerie red light was shining from inside 
    the buildings as well as being reflected from something high above them.
"Where are we?" Francisco asked 
    for what was to be the first of many times.
"I don't know," Carmelo said, 
    trying to figure it all out.
To Francisco, it looked like "one 
    unending building with the red light coming from inside as well as outside. 
    I couldn't look down because it made me dizzy. I felt seasick.
“Everything was red. The avenue was fifty 
    to sixty meters wide and all the buildings started from the road and went 
    upwards completely straight, very tall. We couldn't see the tops of the buildings 
    because everything was reddish up there.
 “The light came from above. It was a reflection and it lighted the 
    whole city. There were no clouds. It was a ceiling, not a sky."
AS FAST AS A BULLET
They saw no curbs, no sidewalks, no doors, 
    no cars, hydrants or signs, no people or animals, no trees... nothing but 
    the tall, unending buildings on either side as far as they could see.
Carmelo normally never drives faster than 
    fifty miles an hour, but he felt they were going at least twice as fast, if 
    not faster.
"We were going as fast as a bullet," 
    Francisco said.
Carmelo couldn't feel the street under 
    his car. "It felt like the car was controlled by something else, like 
    it went by itself," he said. "The steering wheel seemed fixed and 
    I couldn't turn it. The car felt as if it was in the air and not on the street."
Midway in their journey, Francisco got 
    very cold, even though he was wearing a jacket. "I couldn't stand the 
    cold," he said. "It was like twenty degrees below  zero!"
zero!"
 zero!"
zero!"
Carmelo (at left in photo with his father) 
    was wearing only a green jersey over his shirt and wasn't bothered by the 
    cold.
"How beautiful it is," Francisco 
    said in wonder. Carmelo agreed, faintly aware of unfamiliar music coming from 
    his tape deck. "I couldn't make out what kind of 
    music it was. It was very strange. It wasn't from my cassette. It was very 
    soft music. I'd never heard it before." 
Francisco was hard of hearing and barely 
    heard the music.
The old car hurtled down the avenue for 
    what seemed at least fifteen minutes, and then the journey came to an abrupt 
    end after this brief exchange between the two men:
"Where are we?" Francisco asked 
    for the umpteenth time.
"I don't know," Carmelo said 
    once again. "It seems the Martians have taken us."
At the very moment he said that about 
    Martians, the red city vanished and the two men found themselves on a familiar 
    street. The long, noiseless ride instantly became one of rattles and bounces 
    as the car jounced over railroad tracks. They were in the suburb of Godoy 
    Cruz, six kilometers from where they had entered the expressway.
When they got home, Carmelo's mother asked 
    why they were late and Carmelo replied: "We went to a place where nobody 
    goes."
He refused to tell her anything more and 
    Francisco wouldn’t explain what Carmelo meant. For nearly three weeks, neither 
    man told anyone about the incident.
"We felt as if our minds were blocked," 
    Francisco explained. "Then, one day at work I was talking with my boss 
    and suddenly I felt as if my mind had been opened up and I told him what had 
    happened to us."
Francisco accepted his experience but 
    didn't understand what happened or why.
"I cannot imagine why this happened 
    to me," he said. "I felt we were not on earth. I think we were taken 
    some place, where I don't know. After this happened to me, I have felt like 
    I have more knowledge, more strength."
I was then working for the National Enquirer. 
    Under instructions from my editor, I had the two men hypnotized by a physician. 
    Both told of seeing several large tunnels, like entrances to underground parking 
    garages, something neither had mentioned in the interviews.
Under hypnosis, Carmelo also said that 
    he, his father and his mother had seen two UFOs hovering over Mendoza one 
    night the previous January – something that both had hinted at in the interviews 
    but had refused to discuss.
A FLEET OF UFOS
Neither man saw a UFO the night of their 
    strange experience, and there are no known witnesses to what happened to them 
    on the expressway. However, UFOs were seen in Mendoza the same day.
Among the witnesses were two watchmen 
    in the suburb of Godoy Cruz, Marcos Ricardo Palma, thirty five, and Gilberto 
    Caballero, forty eight.
Just before dawn, they said, they had 
    watched a fleet of UFOs seemingly playing a game of chase in and out among 
    the tall concrete light pylons of the city's then new soccer stadium. The 
    two men stopped cars and buses to point out what was happening. They said 
    at least fifty other people also watched.
This happened as Caballero's shift was 
    ending at six a.m. and Palma was taking over. When Palma arrived just before 
    six, he noticed something moving in the dark sky.
"It went about five hundred meters, 
    made a turn and came back," Palma told me. "It was still very dark 
    at the time.
“We thought it was a cloud, but it was 
    moving too fast and when it went back over the stadium we realized it wasn't. 
    The stadium's security lights were on and we could see the reflection of the 
    lights on the windows of the object, and then we saw more objects.
"They were round and very bright, 
    going in a figure-eight pattern in and out around the light poles. There were 
    maybe twenty five or thirty of them. They had green windows and were about 
    the size of a small foreign car, maybe two or three meters in diameter.
"We stopped buses and cars and about 
    fifty people saw these things with us. We couldn't believe they were flying 
    saucers. There's no doubt in my mind that these things were not planes or 
    helicopters. There was no noise.
"After twenty five or thirty minutes, 
    they suddenly disappeared, going north very fast."
Caballero tells much the same story, but 
    he believes there were many more UFOs.
"There was a whole cloud of them, 
    maybe five hundred, in perfect formation, maneuvering and avoiding the light 
    columns," Caballero said. "I was very impressed.
“The objects looked conical and had windows 
    on top. They were small, but two people could fit inside them. They had dark 
    green windows and the rest was silver. There were windows all the way around 
    the tops.
HONEST 
    MEN
"Farther to the north there seemed 
    to be a much larger object, rounder and fatter and very big. It was sitting 
    in the air motionless. About six thirty a.m., the UFOs all went north. I didn't 
    see the big one at that time. I was distracted by the people and didn't notice 
    when it left."
Several Mendoza UFO groups investigated 
    the incident involving Francisco and Carmelo Nuñez, checking with police, 
    neighbors and others.
"Our group interviewed many people 
    about the Nuñez men and we found them to be very honest," Vitório Corradi, 
    head of one UFO organization, told me. Corradi, then forty one, taught language 
    and literature in Mendoza.
"We sent four people into their neighborhood 
    to question neighbors and tradesmen about the father and son and we found 
    they are considered to be honest, reliable, law-abiding people who are good 
    mechanics."
Corradi said his group, the Instituto 
    de Estudios de Fenomenos Extra Humanos, worked with the Mendoza police in 
    investigating UFO incidents. Adolfo Siniscalchi, then twenty eight and a sub-inspector 
    in the Intelligence Division of the Mendoza Provincial Police, confirmed this.
"We don't officially investigate 
    the UFO phenomenon as such but we are concerned about public reaction to UFO 
    sightings because there've been so many cases," Siniscalchi told me at 
    police headquarters. "There have been a lot of UFO cases and public reaction 
    has been high. There's been a lot of anxiety. Some people are uneasy and some 
    are scared.
"We do look into UFO cases, unofficially. 
    The Nuñez case we looked at more closely because the Nuñezes sometimes repair 
    police cars and they're known to us. They are honest and reliable people. 
    We don't think they invented this story.
"We went to the site and investigated. 
    We don't know what happened to them, but we feel something did happen to them. 
    Even though no UFO was seen, we consider it to be part of the UFO phenomenon." 
    
Dr. Alfredo Stefanelli, the physician 
    who hypnotized the two men, said: "Basically, these men were telling 
    the truth. They believe this actually happened to them. It is my opinion that 
    they are not educated enough to have made up such a story, and the incident 
    itself is too elaborate to have been made up.
"A double hallucination would be 
    very unlikely. It would be very strange if two people had the same thing. 
    And, then, one had a hearing problem and the other doesn't. If it had been 
    a double hallucination, both would have heard the music regardless of the 
    hearing problem."
Another physician who was a UFO investigator 
    also believed the Nuñezes were telling the truth. He is Dr. Carlos Wittenstein, 
    then forty three, a cardiologist and geriatrist. He and a colleague, Dr. Hector 
    Bercerra, put the men through a number of tests and worked with them for many 
    hours.
"They always told exactly the same 
    story each time with no contradictions," said Dr. Wittenstein. "There 
    is no fraud in this case.
"Since 1968, Dr. Bercerra and I have 
    investigated two hundred seventy two UFO cases, and we believe only five are 
    true cases. The Nuñez case is one of them.
“In these five cases, the people always 
    tell the same thing, the same type of experience, the red city, everything. 
    They all tell the same story about the red city."
STRIKING SIMILARITIES
I investigated the Nuñez case in November 
    1978 and the story was published in the National Enquirer the following February. 
    Two months later, I got an advance look at the manuscript of The Andreasson 
    Affair (Bantam), a book written by Raymond E. Fowler, a Massachusetts 
    UFO investigator.
With the Nuñez case still fresh in my 
    mind, I was startled by some of the things I read. It was the first I'd heard 
    of what soon became known as the “Betty Andreasson Case.”
Betty Andreasson was a housewife 
    who said she had an unusual encounter with UFO entities in 1967. However, 
    her case did not come to the attention of UFO researchers until 1975, and 
    in 1977 Fowler headed a team that spent twelve months investigating it.
This resulted in the book by 
    Fowler, which was published in the summer of 1979. Although her experience 
    and that of the two Nuñez men were quite different, there were several features 
    that were strikingly similar.
At one point, Mrs. Andreasson recalled 
    under hypnosis going through what looked like a dark tunnel and feeling extremely 
    cold. Then she and the UFO entities with her passed out of the tunnel into 
    a "place where it's all red. The atmosphere is all red, vibrating red... 
    there wasn't any vegetable life... no foliage... just land and buildings."
Asked while under hypnosis if there was 
    a sky, she replied: "Just the red atmosphere. It was solid and yet it 
    had air."
There was no way that either the Nuñezes 
    or Mrs. Andreasson could have heard about each other's case before either 
    story was published.
Her story was investigated in 1977 but 
    not revealed publicly until mid-1979. The Nuñez case occurred July 6, 1978, 
    and was not publicized in the United States until early 1979, long after Fowler's 
    investigation was completed and some months before I ever heard about the 
    Andreasson case.
 
 
 
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