The next morning I visited what was Marcel Pitouf's farm, now owned by a nice Spanish couple, Iñaqui and Conchi Cajeta. They assured me that things had been running smoothly since they purchased the farm from Pitouf back in the early nineties. I spent my last day in Bourg-Madame wondering around the town, its mountains and valleys. I also visited Sainte-Leocadie, where the corpses of the sheep were dug out. Interestingly, I noticed something that I had not before. The tops of some trees and patches of the pastures looked indeed of an exhausted color and texture, following erractic patterns. I remembered Marcel Pitouf's bleak metaphor and his comparison with WWII battle fields. I had come to this hidden villa in the Pyrenees with so many questions and now I was about to leave with a new set of them and not many answers. Were the 1982 incidents and the spineless sheep related? No hardcore evidence indicated the corelation. Were the animals on Marcel Pitouf's farm poisoned with radiation as the pathology of symptoms clearly suggested? What was the explanation for the burned trees and dehydrated meadows? Despite all of the signs and the case profile, I did not have consistent data to propose UFO intervention. At the same time, I was absolutely positive none of these were SRA (Sadistic Ritual Abuse) cases. But as I came to learn after years of scientific investigation, sometimes facts are harder to probe than theories.

I started this account by saying that most UFO stories focus on the aftermath, never on the prelude. I have also mentioned that unlike most of these types of accounts, the events in this case did not begin with the sighting of the UFO. They culminated with it. To my understanding and current conclusions, we have not reached the end of the journey here. Sometimes what escapes our senses cannot escape our instincts. When it comes to Bourg-Madame, my instincts tell me that one day, before this villa is gone, someone is going to look up at the sky and see what has always been there, and what will give this story the ending that it's waiting for.