On a clear, sweltering afternoon in late August 2002, as I sat inside my car trying to park near the US border, something utterly inexplicable unfolded above the city of Tijuana, Baja California. There, suspended silently in the midday sky, was a disk-shaped object unlike anything I had ever seen before. Stretching nearly 200 feet long and remarkably thin, it gleamed with a bright silver metallic sheen that shimmered in the sunlight.
What struck me most was its utter silence and absence of any exhaust or familiar aircraft noise. It was as if the object defied the natural laws governing conventional flight. Despite my efforts, we couldn’t catch sight of it leaving, obscured by an obstacle at the time, and when we circled back, the eerie presence had vanished without a trace. The sky was otherwise empty—no commercial or private planes—making this spectral disk stand out all the more.
Looking back, our encounter felt surreal, a whisper from the unknown lingering over Tijuana’s cityscape, compelling me to question what truly inhabits the skies above us.