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[Alexandr Korol]

view and saw that my mountain — well, there’s a small mountain near my land — when seen from above, it looks like a square divided like a pyramid into those triangular sections, like the top-down view of a pyramid. I thought, “Wow.” And it emits the same kind of energy... So imagine, if you Google images of “top view of pyramids” right now, you’ll feel an insane energy just from the pictures. I even thought about making a pendant — just printing out a picture and wearing it under a sapphire crystal. That’s how powerful it is, can you imagine? And it’s the same with the map — when I’m not even physically there, just sitting in St. Petersburg, if I open a satellite map of my spot in Karelia and look at the mountain from above, I start feeling dizzy, a kind of trance. That’s how it works. And at that moment, that was the day of the cylinder event. And that same day he gave me all that — there was a moment when my childhood friend came to visit me, the one who’s also my deputy now, handling all everyday affairs. His name is Alex. He came around eleven or twelve in the afternoon and started telling me about how, when he was five years old in Kupchino, he saw a UFO in the window with his sister. But she doesn’t remember it, and he does. And that’s when I told him for the first time that I also saw a UFO in my childhood, when I was in kindergarten, on Svetlanovsky Prospekt, at the corner of Svetlanovsky and Prosveshcheniya. That was back in 1994 or 1995. And then Big Alexander called and suggested we meet, so we drove to him. And while we were driving, we both started feeling something — and Alex was actually the first to say it, even though he never believed in any of this stuff. He said it felt like a beam of light was shining directly on the car, like we were under some sort of dome. So we got to Big Alexander, and he handed me this thing, about 30 centimeters long, like some kind of rod made of what seemed to be thirteen different metals, all gold- plated, a heavy piece, one side flat, the other convex — like plus and minus. He said it was for me. Then he brought out a papyrus, but not the kind of touristy one from Egypt made out of banana peel that cracks and rustles, but something more like cloth. A papyrus that felt like a thin, velvety fabric, super thin, like a delicate layer of skin. And on it were no typical Egyptian hieroglyphs, but just some kind of squiggle, like someone had signed it — a signature. And he gave it to me and said, “This is for you, and this is for you.” I asked, “Why?” He said, “You have to show this to everyone.” I asked, “To whom?” He said, “Well, whoever. You can publish a photo in a book, post it online.