I am an alien. It is the closest translation I can find. I am not from another planet. You people seem rather fascinated by planets. They are not, or not exactly, what you think they are. I think that the closest translation which relates to my being – and translation is everything, by the way – is that I am from another dimension.
Take a favourite object, something that means a great deal to you. Something that belonged to a parent. An old book from childhood. A toy, a jewel, a painting or photograph. Three-dimensional objects are better for you, by the way. You only seem to have three dimensions.
Put the object down on a table or similar. Light it well. Look at it intently for 10 minutes. Do not move your head or eyes. After the time has elapsed, close your eyes and move a very small distance to one side of you. Open your eyes and look again at the object. You will never grasp this, but you have just witnessed where I am from.
I have enjoyed your culture very much. Of course, I have watched many science fiction films and read many books of the genre. The depiction of aliens is very entertaining. We always seem to be invading, killing everyone with outlandish weapons, and rapaciously violent.
No one of you seems to have realised that we are not here to dominate or destroy. Many of us merely want a break, a vacation. A holiday.