when ufos were fun

There was a time not so long ago when everything was UFOs.

It was impossible to turn on the TV, flip through a newspaper, or have a table chat without turning up sightings and abductions, which is the alien way of saying abduction.

I was born in 1979, in full UFO fever, and my mother associates my birth with a strange phenomenon that she experienced in Madrid during her pregnancy.

An extraterrestrial origin would explain many of my quirks and give me a vintage veneer.

Growing up watching

, it didn't seem entirely implausible to me to be a variant of the child of the stars: I was so pro-alien that I wasn't scared of Freddy Krueger, because before that character, his actor, Robert Englund, had been the bug. good

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UFOs went from being everywhere to being nowhere.

Its rise and fall paralleled that of Pajares and Esteso, and surely for the same reasons: the transition from a depressed country to an advanced democracy.

That is why the documentary series

(Movistar+) is Proustian.

To see her is to dip the cupcake into the flying saucer.

All that naive and playful world led by Jiménez del Oso unfolds like the seven volumes of

, although its creators, Laura Pousa and Javier Olivera, are not content with invoking the visitors from the planet Ummo, tall and blond like Swedish tourists.

You have to watch all three episodes, ranging from comedy to tragedy, to wake up from all the paranormal pop sleep.

I do not reveal anything, but the end gives chills, and not for matters of the afterlife, but very earthly.

The Stuff of Mystery was once national entertainment, and if it's now the preserve of conspiracy freaks and right-wing morons, it's because, perhaps, its instigators weren't just innocent charlatans.

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