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Postby Michael » Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:47 pm

RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S TRANSLATED DIARY - "NOTES ON A PRISON JOURNEY"


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Raffaele's Diary has been re-translated by Clander for greater accuracy.
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Original version in Italian: RAFFAELE'S ITALIAN DIARY
or here: download/sollecito_diary_italian.pdf

The first translation of Sollecito's diary was done by "Belle of Milano".
Here it is: download/sollecito_diary_belle_of_milano.pdf
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RAF'S LETTER TO TG NORBA - 25th FEB

Postby Michael » Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:12 am

RAF'S LETTER TO TG NORBA, 25th FEB



RAF'S LETTER TO TG NORBA, 25th FEB copied over from TC:


Bluetit wrote:This letter from RS to his local TV is not particularly important -- although perhaps his mention of OTHER people's USEFUL psychiatrists may be regarded as significant. But it happens to be one document I can lay my hands on without delay.

Released 25/2/2008
http://www.telenorba.it/home/news_det.php?nid=5093

RAFFAELE SOLLECITO SCRIVE AL TG NORBA

DIGNITA' E RASSEGNAZIONE.C'E' QUESTO NELLA LETTERA CHE RAFFAELE SOLLECITO CI HA SCRITTO DAL CARCERE PER FAR CONOSCERE A TUTTI IL SUO DOLORE DI RAGAZZO PRIVATO DELLA LIBERTA' PER UN DELITTO CHE - SCRIVE- EGLI NON HA COMMESSO.
UNA GRAFIA ORDINATA,CHE ESPRIME SERENITA' E RAGIONAMENTO,E TANTA DELUSIONE,NELLA LETTERA DI RAFFAELE,DELUSO DALLA SOCIETA',DALLA GIUSTIZIA E,VISTO CHE SCRIVE AD UNA TELEVISIONE,DELUSO ANCHE DALLA TELEVISIONE,CHE TRATTA LE TRAGEDIE FAMIGLIARI COME IL GRANDE FRATELLO,SENZA ALCUNA PIETA' E DISTORCENDO LA REALTA' PUR DI FARE AUDIENCE.

"CHE IMPORTA-SCRIVE RAFFAELE SOLLECITO-SE I PROTAGONISTI DELLE VICENDE SOFFRONO.L'IMPORTANTE E' TROVARE LO SCOOP,E LASCIARE QUANTE PIU' OMBRE E SOSPETTI SIA POSSIBILE".POI, CI RACCONTA LA SUA STORIA:"METTETEVI NEI MIEI PANNI-SCRIVE- CONOSCO UNA RAGAZZA AD UN CONCERTO E DA QUEL MOMENTO LA FREQUENTO.
LEI VIVE CON DELLE AMICHE,E SPESSO PRANZO CON LORO, FREQUENTO LA LORO CASA.
UNA MATTINA TORNO A QUELLA CASA E TROVO UN GRAN CASINO,POI ARRIVA LA POLIZIA,SFONDA LA PORTA E SCOPRE UNA RAGAZZA UCCISA.
DA QUEL MOMENTO
- SCRIVE ANCORA SOLLECITO - SOSPETTANO DI TUTTI,ANCHE DI TE,E TU,NON DANDOCI MOLTO PESO,UN GIORNO CADI IN TRAPPOLA CON LE TUE STESSE MANI.MA IO MI CHIEDO - CONTINUA RAFFAELE - COM'E' FATTA QUESTA GIUSTIZIA:C'E' GENTE CHE HA STERMINATO LA FAMIGLIA E ATTRAVERSO LE PERIZIE PSICHIATRICHE E' RIUSCITA A NON FARSI NEMMENO UN GIORNO DI GALERA,MENTRE IO,E PENSO CHE NON SIA L'UNICO,CHE SONO INNOCENTE, HO UNA LIMITAZIONE ASSURDA DELLA LIBERTA',CHE NON HA NEMMENO CHI E' STATO CONDANNATO.
VI SEMBRA NORMALE? ORMAI MI SONO RASSEGNATO
-CONCLUDE- E' INUTILE CHE MI AGITO O CHE CERCO DI URLARE LA MIA INNOCENZA, TANTO NON MI ASCOLTANO NE' I GIUDICI,NE' GLI INQUIRENTI O ALTRI.
SONO TOTALMENTE IMPOTENTE DA QUI.LA MIA UNICA POSSIBILITA' E' QUELLA DI SPERARE CHE SI SCOPRA LA VERITA
'".

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RAFFAELE SOLLECITO WRITES TO TG NORBA

Dignity and resignation. That is what is in the letter that Raffaele Sollecito has written from prison, so that all may know the pain of a boy deprived of his liberty for a crime - he writes - that he didn't commit.

Tidy handwriting, that expresses serenity and reasoning, and such disappointment in Raffaele's letter. He's disappointed with society, with justice, and seeing as he's writing to a television station, disappointed even with television, which treats the family tragedy like Big Brother, mercilessly and distorting reality, in order to gain audience.

"What is important," writes Raffaele Sollecito," is that the protagonists of the events must suffer. What's important is to get the scoop, and to leave as much shadow and suspicion as possible." Then he tells his story: "Put yourself in my clothes", writes Sollecito, "I meet a girl in a concert and from that moment we start going out. She lives with her friends and often I have lunch with them, I'm often at their house."

"One morning I go back to that house and find a big mess, then the police arrive, kick down the door and find a dead girl. From that moment,"
continues Sollecito, "they suspect everything, even yourself, and you, not giving it much importance, one day you fall in a trap of your own making (cadi in trappola con le tue stesse mani). But I ask myself," continues Raffaele, "how can this be justice? There are people who have killed their family and who through their psychiatrists' ability are succeeding in not spending even one day in prison; while I – and I think I'm not the only one – I am innocent, I have an absurd limitation of my liberty, I haven't even been found guilty of anything."

"Does that seem normal to you? By now I am resigned,"
he concludes, "and it's useless for me to get angry or to try to shout my innocence since neither the judges nor the investigators nor others listen to me."

"I am totally impotent here. My only hope is to wait for the truth to be discovered."


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EXTRACTS FROM RAF'S LETTER TO HIS FATHER

Postby Michael » Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:23 am

EXTRACTS FROM RAF'S LETTER TO HIS FATHER


EXTRACTS FROM RAF'S LETTER TO HIS FATHER copied over from TC:



TLC wrote:Tom Kington in Rome The Observer, Sunday November 25 2007
Extracts from Raffaele Sollecito's letter to his father

Dear father. What can I say about Amanda? During that time we were together she was elusive, I thought she was out of this world. She lived her life like a dream, she was detached from reality ... Her life seemed to be pure pleasure.

I don't know if it's fair that I have to pay such a high price for not paying more attention to the seconds and minutes of 1 November. But after this experience, believe me Dad, I will never smoke another joint in my life. I wait with faith for the results of the investigation which, I know for certain being innocent, will demonstrate what really happened. That I was not in that room when poor Meredith was killed. Poor Meredith. A quiet girl who exchanged few words with people, who I had little to do with, but who certainly did not deserve the end she met.

I try to understand what Amanda's role was in this event. The Amanda I know ... lives a carefree life. Her only thought is the pursuit of pleasure ... But even the thought that she could be a killer is impossible for me.


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RAF'S STATEMENT TO POLICE 5th NOV

Postby Michael » Tue Oct 21, 2008 12:29 am

RAFFAELE'S STATEMENT TO POLICE 5th NOV



RAF'S STATEMENT TO POLICE 5th NOV copied over from TC:



Bluetit wrote:From the Telegraph, 8 Nov. (translated from Corriere della Sera).

Sollecito reportedly told police in an interview that he wanted to change his story.

He said: "I have known Amanda for two weeks. From the night that I met her she started sleeping at my house. On November 1, I woke up at around 11, I had breakfast with Amanda then she went out and I went back to bed.

"I met her at her house again at around one or 2.00pm. Meredith was there too, but she left in a hurry at around 4.00pm without saying where she was going.

"Amanda and I went into town at around 6pm, but I don't remember what we did. We stayed there until around 8.30 or 9pm.

"At 9pm I went home alone and Amanda said that she was going to Le Chic because she wanted to meet some friends. We said goodbye. I went home, I rolled myself a spliff and made some dinner."


He goes on to say that Amanda returned to his house at around 1am and the couple went to bed, although he couldn't remember if they had sex.

He said she got up the next morning and went home for a shower at around 10.30am.

"When she went off Amanda took an empty plastic bag, telling me it was for dirty washing. She came back around half past eleven and I remember she changed her clothes."

At this point, he says Amanda told him she was worried.

"She told me that when she went back home she found the door wide open and traces of blood in the little bathroom. She asked me if it sounded strange to me. I answered that it did and I advised her to call her housemates. She said she had called Filomena (another housemate), but that Meredith wasn't answering."

He said the two went back to the house together.

"She opened the door with her keys and I went in. I noticed that Filomena's door was wide open and there was broken glass on the floor and the room was in a mess. Amanda's door was open but it was tidy. Then I went towards Meredith's door and saw that it was locked.

"I looked to see if it was true what Amanda had told me about the blood in the bathroom and I noticed drops of blood in the sink, while on the mat there was something strange - a mixture of blood and water, while the rest of the bathroom was clean.

"I was asking myself what could have happened and I went out to see if I could get in through Meredith's window. I tried to break down the door but I couldn't and so I decided to call my sister to get some advice because she is a police lieutenant.

"She told me to call 121 (the Italian emergency number) but in the meantime the postal police arrived.

"In my previous statement I told a load of rubbish because Amanda had convinced me of her version of the facts and I didn't think about the inconsistencies."


PS. When we have the whole statement (in Italian too) I shall delete this incomplete and not very reliable version. It's just a stopgap. Bluetit


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RAFFAELE ON THE KNIFE

Postby Michael » Wed Oct 22, 2008 2:46 am

RAFFAELE ON THE KNIFE




Bluetit wrote:A few extracts from Raffaele Sollecito's "Notes on a Prison Journey" (written in November, i think) :
Source : Newsweek


"The fact there is Meredith's DNA on the kitchen knife is because once when we were all cooking together I accidentally pricked her hand. I apologized immediately and she said it was not a problem."

"I was in a total panic because I thought Amanda killed Meredith or maybe helped someone kill her… Amanda may have set me up by taking the knife and giving it to the son of a bitch who killed Meredith. When I saw the knife on TV ... my heart jumped into my throat."

http://truecrimeweblog.freeforums.org/p ... 2433cf#838

"Reconstructing the events I think she [Knox] was with me but I can't quite remember if she left me for a few minutes early on that evening … My recollections are confused because we smoked so much dope."


Does anyone know where the complete text of this document may be found ?

PS. Same question about "La Mia Prigione" (AK's prison diary).


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RAF'S STATEMENT TO KATE MANSEY NOV 3rd

Postby Michael » Wed Oct 22, 2008 12:54 pm

RAF'S STATEMENT TO KATE MANSEY NOV 3rd



Bluetit wrote:Published in the Sunday Mirror 4/11/2007

ITALY MURDER DETAILS EMERGE
EXCLUSIVE
MURDERED IN ITALY. MEREDITH, 21
Friend tells how he broke down door
Kate Mansey In Perugia, Italy 4/11/2007

A friend of murdered British student Meredith Kercher told last night how he discovered her body in her blood-spattered bedroom.
Raffaele Sollecito, 23, relived the horror of finding the body of the pretty brunette who died when her killer broke into her home and cut her throat as she lay in her bed.
"It is something I never hope to see again," he said. "There was blood everywhere and I couldn't take it all in.
"My girlfriend was her flatmate and she was crying and screaming, 'How could anyone do this?
'"
Meredith, 21, who had been studying in Perugia, Italy since August, was murdered the day after a Halloween fancy dress party at the city's British-themed Merlin Pub on Wednesday.
On Thursday she posted happy snaps of herself in fancy dress on the internet and in the evening had returned home alone after watching a film at a friend's house.
But her flatmates - two Italian girls and one American - had all stayed out for the night, so the gruesome discovery wasn't made until the next day.
Raffaele had spent the night at his own house on the other side of the city with his girlfriend, Meredith's American flatmate Amanda Knox, 22.
He said: "It was a normal night. Meredith had gone out with one of her English friends and Amanda and I went to party with one of my friends.
"The next day, around lunchtime, Amanda went back to their apartment to have a shower."

As Amanda, from Washington DC, stepped into house [sic B] she could tell there was something terribly wrong.
Raffaele said: "When she arrived the front door was wide open. She thought it was weird, but thought maybe someone was in the house and had left it ajar.
"But when she went into the bathroom she saw spots of blood all over the bath and sink. That's when she started getting really afraid and ran back to my place because she didn't want to go into the house alone. So I agreed to go back with her. When we walked in together, I knew straight away it was wrong. It was really eerily silent and the bathroom was speckled with blood like someone had flicked it around, just little spots.
"We went into the bedroom of Philomena
(another flatmate who was away) and it had been ransacked, like someone had been looking for something. But when we tried Meredith's room, the door was locked. She never normally locked her bedroom door and that really made us frightened."
Their panic grew as they desperately banged on her door.
Raffaele said: "I tried to knock it down. I thought maybe she was ill... I made a dent, but I wasn't strong enough on my own so I called the police."
When police arrived they knocked the door down straightaway and Raffaele followed them into the room.
"I couldn't believe what I was seeing," he said. "It was hard to tell it was Meredith at first but Amanda started crying and screaming. I dragged her away because I didn't want her to see it, it was so horrible.
"It seems her killer came through the window because it was smashed and there was glass all over the place. It was so sinister because other parts of the house were just as normal."

Raffaele, a computer science student, said Meredith had recently started seeing an Italian neighbour called Giacamo [sic B] who lived in the apartment beneath the girls. He said: "Meredith was always smiling and happy. She was really popular and it's horrible that someone would want to hurt her."
Police hunting for the killer found two mobile phones in nearby Parco Saint Angelo, a favourite hang out for heroin addicts.
(...)


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Bold : RS's own words according to K. Mansey.
Underlined : untrue, contradictory (compared to other versions) or (in my opinion) revealing details.
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ORIGINAL ARTICLE IN THE SUNDAY MIRROR

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RAFFAELE'S BLOG ENTRY OCT 13th

Postby Michael » Wed Oct 22, 2008 1:02 pm

RAFAELLE'S BLOG ENTRY OCT 13th



skeptical bystander wrote:Here's RS's blog entry of October 13 (I can't find references to later entries, although Corinne mentioned October 17). My comments are in double parenthesis (()), while RS's original parenthesized comments are single (). I'm not Italian nor live in Italy (am in Spain) but I think I've the gist of it fairly well.


October 13
Everything changes
All blame ((guilt)) for ...
Dear readers,
Now the summer is over, but the heat?

The heat awakens in me an infinite multitude of memories associated with this summer and summers past. Travels, moments with friends, sacrifices dedicated to studies, etc. And this summer? Well this summer, I spent a lot of time with matters pending in my house. I intend ((am trying)) to accommodate my grandmother ((put up / arrange / settle my grandmother – maybe he was looking for a place for her, or just helping her get by in her own place – it's not clear if that was current in October, or one of his summer matters)), which has created no few problems for me (she is very ill and suffers loneliness); I fixed up my place with the help of my father; I have reorganized some bills, receipts and bureaucratic issues of secondary importance compared to my exams, which didn't go very well; indeed, I was about to enter a dark tunnel and dead-end, because my request to return to my beloved ONAOSI college was made too late and so I ended up with too many problems to stay in Perugia.

Fortunately everything is now drawing to a close: My grandmother is well, the house is fixed up ((don't know if he's referring to grandma's or his own)), I came back to Perugia to find a house, my father is well, I had two wisdom teeth pulled out, my sister is better (at least I think so) ... What's missing?

Well, I sacrificed my holiday for more noble causes but I do know that it was better to study more ((or perhaps: would have been better to study more)) given that I have not concluded anything good ...

It doesn't matter, because now I return to the habitat ((environment)) so hated in the past, yet which is now so sought out ... Yes, it's known ... everybody knows it: you never realize the importance of something until you lose it.

You know, I always saw college ((perhaps, school in general)) as a place where they castrate people, in fact, a place where there are 350 males and you can't let in anybody, seems to promote the curbing of instincts.

Nevertheless, there is something else ... Indeed there they wash and iron your clothes, they guarantee you 4 meals a day, infirmary, library, computer room, music room (you just start practicing if you know how to play some instrument), a chapel (something which doesn't interest me at all, but having a kind of church in the collage is nice), etc.

Certainly, all that you create, I know that it gives you tranquility ((peacefulness)) ((there's an abbreviated negative in the original which I think is RS's own typo / editing error. If not, the sentence could be in
Kermit | 12.04.07 - 1:02 pm | #
Certainly, all that you create, I know that it gives you tranquility ((peacefulness)) ((there's an abbreviated negative in the original which I think is RS's own typo / editing error. If not, the sentence could be interpreted just the opposite: in spite of all you create, there's no tranquility.))

Indeed, once you start to study and follow ((attend)) lessons ((classes)), what else do you have to worry about?

Answer: the RECTOR! Damned ball-breakers ((as in testicles)), the rectors who rotate through college are thorns in your nuts. Yes, I am letting off steam, but it's the truth ...

They're always telling you: Move your car, you can't park here! You can't have so much stuff in your room! You haven't signed out before leaving, etc. This is obviously due to the difficulties of administration, but it creates an atmosphere of intolerance which leads to perpetual and conscious hatred. Every time the secretary tells you "move your car!", or "your friend must present a document in order to enter the study rooms" and so many other examples, your chest swells up to curse, like a hot air balloon, and when you are barely out of range of the porter in reception, you let it rip, singing a long prayer about the catastrophes and apocalypses that will befall all the employees, the rector and other bosses, and their respective antecessors who shuffle by ((or some other movement verb – can't find a translation for scandere / scandendoli)) one by one in descending order in relation to the time it takes to achieve the Holy Roman Empire ... ((I didn't quite get this, some Italian blogger smiled at RS's irony in this line. Lost on me)).

After you’ll surely be let-down a bit, but not completely ...
All this atmosphere of calm constructiveness has actually produced some famous persons. Well, yes, a Zelig ((Italian TV show)) comic whose name I don't remember was an Onaosino ((ex-student of a Onaosi college)), and also a Ferrari mechanical engineer was an Onaosino. But whom I proudly hold in most esteem of all of them is the Number 1 Onaosino ... The Monster of Foligno! ((Luigi Chiatti, convicted serial killer)) He was an Onaosino too!

At this point I can only think that in that college, dogs and pigs coincided, and all with a common factor: "depression". In fact, of these three characters, I met one (the engineer) and he lacked a woman (now I don't know how he let it happen, but I don't think being a Ferrari engineer is all that bad), while two guys ((couldn't translate "conticini")) found out that the comic was obsessed by relationships with the other sex, and as for the Monster of Foligno ... well I don't know, but I certainly wouldn't consider him a normal person ...

In the end, I think that being in college you can better manage your goals and achieve your degree ((diploma)) earlier (you don't have other things to think about). All of this is positive until they start getting
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In the end, I think that being in college you can better manage your goals and achieve your degree ((diploma)) earlier (you don't have other things to think about). All of this is positive until they start getting into your head and seek a valve to breathe, then sooner or later you find yourself at a crossroads that forces you to choose as happened to me: "I continue until exhaustion or do I do an Erasmus project?" Reply: "Erasmus!"

It all began this way and everything was going to finish this way; in the end that's normal. I've enjoyed so much being with thousands of people from all around the world; and yet in the end, I succeeded in bringing home 4 exams (not enough but better than nothing ...)

Would I do it again? Yes, another 100 times, but life is one thing; the Erasmus project is only a dream, pure light; you only have to worry about living but not how to live. That seems a rather ideal society that can not be concretely implemented. When you open your eyes it seems that all that remains was left as it was before ... The problem is that it will never be so, because by now you have changed and you can’t go back; you can only hope to encounter the day of the strongest emotions that have surprised you yet.

For now, you still need to construct in order to fulfill, to repay those who have given you everything without asking for anything in return, to repay those who are still giving to you at the present, in exchange for your company and your smile.

((the following closing, written in German))
Bye Erasmaten ((Erasmus students)), see you soon
I can not forget
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RAFFAELE'S PRISON DIARY

Postby Michael » Wed Oct 22, 2008 1:07 pm

RAFFAELE'S PRISON DIARY



skeptical bystander wrote:Nov 7 2007
Dear Papà and big sister mainly and to all those who will read these lines.
I write to you from a cell of isolation damp and cold, there are
peepholes in every angle from where the agents can watch even while
you do tend your needs in the toilet. The bed is made of industrial
sponge, the television cannot be used, the bath is so dirty and I am
requesting that they come and clean it. Today I had an extra blanket
and therefore, at least when I sleep, I stay warm. Outside from the
window there is a reinforced concrete ravine and beyond a clearing
enormous completely empty there is an armed guard atop the sight
tower. Amidst this sad and depressing total panorama, on the horizon
one can see a small mountain house. Fine, that far small house midway
on the plain wrests me a timid smile of hope.
I do not know if it is right that I must pay such for not being able
to focus the moments in the time during 1° the November, but after
this experience, believe me, I will never touch the pipe again in my
life. While I write to you there is a pair Moroccans (presumably) that
they speak a incomprehensible language and they knock on the wall of
my cell. They continue to complain also because they need a dose of
heroin. I do not want to respond, I don't keep us.
I do not know if it is right that I must pay such for not being able
to focus the moments in the time during 1° the November, but after
this experience, believe me, I will never touch the pipe again in my
life. While I write to you there is a pair Moroccans (presumably) that
they speak an incomprehensible language and they knock on the wall of
my cell. They continue to complain also because they need a dose of
heroin. I do not want to respond, I don't keep us.
In police headquarters they tortured to me psychologically, put to me
in shackles and made me strip in front of the scientific, I was even
barefoot. I'm not even able to offer guilt, given my deep fu**ing
stupidity for the fact that I smoke cannabis I even forget what I have
eaten and also for that I carry behind a knife to nock the tables and
the trees and I carry it so often that I brought it also to the police
headquarters. I write to you the reconstruction of the facts. We leave
from 31 October, day in which I went to the graduation of Francisco
(...) and stayed at Paolo's house (...) and subsequently I met with
Amanda. I passed the day with her having supper and then she went
downtown with her face painted like a cat. I went out subsequently
painting my face making an abstract figure. I took a stroll downtown
and after I met again with Amanda. From there we returned home right
away and we passed the night watching a film.
In the morning we rose around 10:00-11:00 and I wanted to sleep again,
therefore Amanda went to her house saying that she would wait for to
me to lunch. I caught up with her around 14:00 and Meredith was also
there, that poor girl, she said that she had already eaten. So I
prepared the lunch for us both, she so setting herself to play the
guitar meanwhile Meredith was preparing to go out.
The cute thing that I remember is that Meredith wore a pair of jeans
from man that were her ex-boyfriend's in England. She left hastily
near 16:00 not saying where she was going. Meanwhile Amanda and I
remained there until 18:00 approximately and began to smoke cannabis.
From this moment come my problems, because I have confused memories.
For the first thing Amanda and I had gone downtown from Piazza Grimana
to Corso Vannucci passing behind the university for exchange students
and ending up in Piazza Morlacchi (we always take that road), then I
don't remember but presumably we had to go grocery shopping. We
returned to my house around to the 20:00-20:30 and there I made
another pipe and saw that as it was a holiday, to take myself with
extreme tranquility, without the smallest intention to go out inasmuch
as outside it was cold.
I don't remember in reality at what time I ate, but certainly I ate
and Amanda ate with me. The questions the agents of the Squadra Mobile
me have made me to remember that that day the water pipe under to sink
was detached and thing I find very suspicious, I've seen that it is
not possible to so detach alone, at any rate, the fact is that it
flooded half the house.


I remember that I surfed the Internet for a bit, maybe I watched a
film and then that you had called me at the house or that anyhow you
sent me a goodnight message. I remember that was Thursday, therefore
Amanda had to go to the pub where she usually works, but I don't
remember how much time she was absent and remember that subsequently
she had said to me that the pub was closed (I have strong doubts
regarding the fact that she was absent). I am straining myself to
remember other details but they are all confused. Another thing of
which I can be sure is that Amanda slept with me that night.

The morning Amanda woke up before me and I did not make to raise
myself, therefore I remained to sleep while she went to shower at her
house. I don't remember if I had breakfast before or after Amanda
returned to my house. I don't remember how she was dressed day 1, but
I'm sure that she had changed and had put on the white skirt and her
usual black hiking shoes. She was cleaned up and had brought me a mop
in order to help me to dry the floor around the sink. The evening
before I had put only rags on the floor and they were not enough.
After that I cleaned up the floor and perhaps I made breakfast around
11:30-12:00 I changed clothes and we went out. She meanwhile had
spoken to me about the fact that she had found something strange at
her house. That is that she had found the front door opened, feces in
the bathroom of the Italian girls and blood in their bathroom. While
we came down from Corso Garibaldi she expressively demanded that I go
to see in her house what had happened. The investigators have asked me
if she had said to report something but (unfortunately I now say) it's
not like that: all of which I have said I have made of my spontaneous
will.



As soon as we arrived in the house I put aside the mop in the entrance
and I directed myself towards the other rooms in order to see what the
devil had happened. Those moments I remember well because I was shaken
and alarmed. I seem to have seen that Amanda had taken the mop bucket
and it carried it in to another room (from the text not shown, but
evidently the mop had been brought back to house of Meredith and
Amanda). The first thing I noticed was that the room of Filomena
(called Molli) had the door wide open. Ah, I forgot, Amanda had opened
the house with the keys (that I have repeatedly asked myself inasmuch
as she had said to me that she had found the entrance door wide open
when she entered before). We saw that Filomena's bedroom was in
completely disorder: broken glass on the floor and the room upside
down, it was an absurd mess. The window was broken on the left side
and was open. Going forward, I noticed that Meredith's room was closed
and locked and that in the bathroom there were stains of blood on the
sink and the floormat and the rest of the bathroom was clean. The
stains on the mat were diluted by water. Turning around I thought to
access Meredith's room by window and tried to find where, after I
discovered that the only access to the window was unthinkable heights,
and therefore I had to rethink. Meanwhile Amanda was trying to enter
the window bypassing the railing and I stopped, since her climbing
wanting to try to do something that according to me is absurd. She
then tried to knock on the door repeatedly shouting Meredith's name
(the door of the room, of course) because she thought that Meredith
was sleeping.

Meanwhile loitering at the house and counseling Amanda to call friends
Filomena, Laura, Meredith. And so, after that she did, she told me
that Laura was in Viterbo, Filomena was with her boyfriend and would
come later and finally Meredith did not respond. We took a turn around
the house and Amanda is terrified and jumps on me because she tells me
that in the toilet there was no more shit because presumably before,
when she was taking a shower, had seen in the bathroom there was a
shit and nobody had pulled the water. I face and look within the
reflection in the water and not see the shit give for good what Amanda
said to me.

In the end I think that the only thing to do is kick in the door of
Meredith's room. We try, but I don't succeed, then I call the cell of
my sister and she tells me to call 112. I call and leave the name of
Amanda as the address and try to explain briefly the situation. They
say that I would have to call again. We pause to wait outside and
suddenly there are two types who tell us to be the postal police
seeking Filomena, as they had found two mobile phones and a number
belonged to Filomena. For Amanda comes to mind that these phones were
Meredith's and I ask the police to break the door.

Initially, the police refused to violate privacy, but after Filomena
arrived, her boyfriend and their respective friends, he was convinced
to break in the door. While they were looking at what was inside they
began to shout: «Oh God A foot! Blood!». And they ran terrified. At
which point I moved away and took Amanda and brought her away. We
stopped outside from there and the mess.


Initially, the police refused to violate privacy, but after Filomena
arrived, her boyfriend and their respective friends, he was convinced
to break in the door. While they were looking at what was inside they
began to shout: «Oh God A foot! Blood!». And they ran terrified. At
which point I moved away and took Amanda and brought her away. We
stopped outside from there and the mess.

Today the court questioned me and said that I gave three different
statements, but the only difference that I find is that I said that
Amanda brought me to say crap in the second version, and that was to
go out at the bar where she worked, Le Chic. But I do not remember
exactly whether she went out or less to go to the pub and as a
consequence I do not remember how long she was absent. What is all my
difficulty? I do not remember this, for them, important detail,
therefore I don't break and we're investigating her. I tried to help
in the investigation trying to remember and now I've brought myself to
this place, better I did nothing and limit myself to say that I
remained at my house and I would be spared so much unrest. We speak of
something other that is better ...

Perhaps tomorrow we will see, at least so said Tiziano (Germans,
lawyers, ndr), who I saw today and has defended me in front of the
judge. At least I am glad for that. Today I have had removed the total
censorship, and I can watch TV ... At least time passes because I can
do practically nothing. But, apart from the usual cartoons, I am
bored. At this moment I think of Vanessa (his sister, ndr), I would
like to read you this letter. I am very sorry for all this mess and to
have involved you indirectly for your position (sub carabinieri,
editor's note): I can not imagine what is going on now. I am so sorry,
Vane, I did not want you to find yourself in this situation, I pray
you forgive me. I want so much good for you. Now I can say that I
understand what it means to take a walk in hell and I pray to God that
nothing more happens to me, on the contrary I hope for the good heart
of the court. Those of the squadra mobile, that god would strike with
lightning! ... No joke, but it is difficult to be sympathetic after
all that I went through. They want to paint me as the genius of
computer crime ... But, ah ah ah, a certain genius that you find in
the police station with the shoes with which he committed the crime
and with the knife with which he cut the throat of the victim in his
pocket ... A genius! Not to say a true Einstein! (Raffaele curses
against police). And should I strain to help them? Enough, better to
stay calm. Now I go to sleep, I hope to see you soon. A very strong
embrace.

Nov 11 2007
I woke not long ago. Yesterday I saw my father, uncle Giuseppe and
Mara. I am glad that my father is close to me and also uncle I didn't
expect that he would come, I was very pleased. I was given the clean
clothes, and I did not understand that outside there were all of my
party. All this gives me great strength. Instead I had information
that on the morning of Friday, when I was sleeping and Amanda went to
take a shower at her home, she had gone also with an Argentinian guy
... I suppose, in a laundry and that this here wedged in the washing
machine the clothes including the blue Nike shoes ...

All this makes me totally lose faith in Amanda after she continues to
lie ... I want to say, I don't know much, but although she doesn't
seem to me at all capable of killing, someone who can be capable of
telling lies to hide the fact that she's in rapport with people not
very recommendable. Indeed, I begin to think that she cheated on me
and he hid the impossible. But who doesn't cheat, I am sincere and
won't ever do such a thing because I won't lower myself to a certain
pettiness; if I am with a person who says they like me and I don want
to go on, I change. There is no need of escapades, I do not like to
lie, either to myself or to others.


I made friends with a nice Romanian that helped me the first day
insofar as I had no soap, bags for the garbage, etc.. A good guy, I
would say, given the helpfulness. Then I hear that he tried to do a
robbery and had a turn of prostitution. And I ponder how a man can do
certain absurd crap and maybe change, perhaps, I hope. Then the other
day a guard, while attending me in my cell, asked me, "Do you like
life in prison?". And I turn with anger in my heart, which I don't
show if not with my look, and in my mind I thought: 'This guy wants to
take me for the (fondelli??). Therefore I respond "yes, of course, c.
..!!!» to tell him to quit it. But he remains silent, and then he
tells me: 'So for you it's not bad, the life here. And I: 'Look I
intended the contrary. But you really would like to say that there
exists someone who likes life in prison? ". And he "Yes, certainly.

At that point all my thoughts and certainties collapse like a pyramid
of cards made badly and I it comes to mind that there exist people who
don't have even a house and food. And the response "But you mean
people who don't have a house? And he: "Yes". And I: "Excuse me
greatly" And he: "No, I appeared, it is I who didn't explain myself
well, I didn't want to taunt you.

This brief discussion opened my eyes. I used to habitually always have
a clean house, the heater so hot when it's cold, a warm bed, a
fabulous car, eating the best of the best, have the highest
performance computer on the market and a family that loves me ...There
are people who have nothing. And a filthy foam bed of sponge messy, a
tiny bathroom with the smallest amount of hot water, a heater that
works only a few hours a day, two blankets, a television of 13'' and
something to eat, it may be true gold that cola...

I sought and seek to return my life to that which was given to me, but
I realize that it is never enough and I still have to work hard to do
something for others and for myself. For the moment I pass the time
trying to talk to doctors, psychologists, educators, guards, captains,
even with the psychiatrist (not a bad sort) and I then watch
television and write, I want to start reading ... I want a computer
...if only ... The maximum would be a portable playstation or nintendo
... Yeah, sure, if I'm allowed to use a thing of its kind in prison
would say that Italy is the fruit!

Those days, I was very anxious and nervous, but to see my father who
tells me "don't worry yourself, we'll pull you out" makes me stay
better. My real concerns now are two: one derives from the fact that
if Amanda that night remained all night with me could (and is an
extremely remote possibility) to have made love the whole evening and
night only stopping to eat ... A fine mess because there are no links
to other servers in those hours on my computer ... The second is that
Amanda stole the knife from me to give to the son of a bitch that
killed Meredith ... This hypothesis is a bit of science fiction, but
possible, ...therefore I am troubled. They say that on the knife there
are no traces of blood, so I am much more relaxed ... I cannot wait
for the scientific results from Rome.



Nov 12 2007
The facts are taking their course and slowly I am realizing that
according to the fact which you, dad, that night sent me a message of
'goodnight' and also for the fact that the first statement made by me
saying that Amanda was all the night with me, I must say that 90% I
said the fat cavolata [cavolo = cabbage... garbage/crap?] in my second
statement. And that is:
1 that Amanda brought me to say something stupid and I have repeated
that over and over again in the court of the squadra mobile;
2 reconstructing I am realizing that Amanda was actually very likely
with me all night, never leaving. And I certainly wouldn't mind to
help in the investigation and put freely in all the troubles. Indeed,
for me it would be fabulous if Amanda had done nothing, as it becomes
impossible to find whatever trace on my shoes and my knife and this
story will have a happy ending for me and for you ...

You say that it is not a happy ending for Meredith. But in these
moments it comes to me to be a little selfish insofar as, the mistake
isn't mine, but the problem is that they still haven't found a
solution to the case ... I'm accountable that if we all ended up in
jail it is also the fault of my light regard to the facts of that
evening and also that we smoked (Amanda and I) several joints. And I'm
so sorry. As soon as I'm out I want to make my biggest apologies
cordially to the parents of Amanda, who are totally destroyed and
devastated. I'm sorriest for all that , forgive me papà and forgive me
Vanessa, I have lived with extreme lightness a situation that I could
not believe real, I would have never believed and I can't forgive
myself for that.

I am trying to kill time and in the meanwhile I hear the voices and
shouts of jailbirds playing pinball, I suppose, although I have never
seen. I listen and think, I think deeply of all that has happened to
me and around me ... My brain these days seems to me an unstoppable
machine that seeks to reconnect and imagine ... Then I stop myself to
not go crazy and I think of my friends who are out there and of what
they think ...
I think my brothers from Giovinazzo (giovinezza means youth or boyhood
but this is capitalized so I believe it's the name of a school?) who
will worry and I think of Vito ... who will be suffering greatly, I
think then of the friends from college who will be thinking "that
crazy has fixed himself in an absurd story" I think of my companions
from university, Tozzo, Urte, Riccardo, Lucio, in particular the first
two will say "who knows what he will say to recover in a mess like
that.

I think of my companions from training who will all be upset ... I
think and feel I'm in fault ... I am paying for my superficiality.
This time will mean that I will pay in full.

Nov 13 2007
Today is Tuesday and I saw dad and Mara. You, big sister, I know you
are having a few export problems with export I am truly very sorry.
Meanwhile today I was marked by the fact that I have so many friends
who are all with me. I am flattered and above all feel in my heart
that my brothers are with me more than anyone else. I have an immense
fortune to have friends who are brothers like them. I think first of
all to you, Francè, I knew that you have declared that you are my
brother and I want to tell you that I feel what you try and what they
try also the others: Corrado, Raffaele, Xavier, Gianfranco (vabbè, he
I imagine quite passive as always), Marian (who is in Shanghai), Milko
(who certainly will be thinking that certain things only happen to
me), Claudia, Valeria (don't think that your life is less interesting
than mine that only I return cast a headline that you faint) ... But
what is it? I said something wrong? Want to analyze my attitude
criminal by this sentence?
FATEVI UN CLISTERE!!!
Enough! You have turned on my blog like a sock for nothing!

I say...I think of Paolo who is in Milan to think who knows what
happens and he stays, rather, he is already graduated. I want to be so
too, Paolo, and celebrate with you these idyllic moments. I also Erica
'little crispy' and Francesca my joy, Clelia and all Piazza Porta. The
magnum of Piazza Porta ... I think of Angela, Micaela, Annamaria and
all my companions from middle and high school, all shocked. I think
also that Ana and Marta who are dying of heartbreak poor girls and
also of Fabri, Fili, Boc, Veronica, Valentina, Chiara 1, Clare 2, the
mythical Pasquale (don't unpack yourself too much, see what happens),
Guido of Roma, Guido of Pisa (this time they put me in a cage),
Robertino, Alessandra, Enrico and our aerospace engineer) and all of
the friends from Erasmus (another place?) who have seen and are my
neighbors, who have known me and know that a characteristic of mine,
which some time can be a fault, is my total inability to do evil.

And it is precisely here that are created the various levels of my
personality, that tries in every way to defend carrying a knife in his
pocket and sacrificing so many years to learn and risk in a sport like
kickboxing. My personality is a combination of many weights and
measures adopted to find tranquility and peace in everyday life made
of small battles and conquests. These days, and even weeks ago, I
realized that the continued closeness to Amanda is the ...prison they
have made me lose totally my daily dedication to prayer, which,
although I did them sometimes in this period, it wasn't so ... as
usual ... The problem is not that I've lost faith, but that one ... of
facts and changes have taken assault on my life and I found myself
totally unprepared and lost in a context that I believe outside of
reality.

The reality is that my life now is changed forever and there is no way
to go back: I can only pick up the lost pieces, reattach them and make
a puzzle ... At heart, not all the evil come to harm, we must collect
the good parts from each thing otherwise to live becomes impossible.

Nov 16 2007
Last night I saw on television that the knife that I had at home (the
one from the kitchen) has traces of Meredith and Amanda (latent) ...
my heart jumped in my throat and I was in total panic because I
thought that Amanda had killed Meredith or had helped someone in the
enterprise. But today I saw Tiziano who calmed me down: he told me
that the knife could not have been the murder weapon, according to the
legal doctor, and has nothing to do with anything as Amanda could take
it and and carry it from my house to her house because the girls
didn't have knife so, they are making a smokescreen for nothing ... I
live in a reality show nightmare, the 'nightmare reality show'.
Unbelievable!

I am starting to have perpetual panic attacks and palpitations due to
...in the anticipation of these scientific tests that fire shots
unsettling of this sort... Oh God, it is not their fault but of the...
who take everything that they can involve in this story.
I want to think about other things, think of my friends who are close
to me and think of fathers in these moments that will stay very badly
and will be worried and I am very sorry. I do not know what to do.
Please Jesus give me the strength and reason to deal with this
situation and I pray to support also dad who is sustaining an absurd
situation.

Nov 18 2007
they are keeping me in jail because there is a kitchen knife with a
trace of Meredith's DNA. It seems like a horror movie ... Looking back
and remembering it came to mind that the night dad sent me an sms
message of goodnight to be indiscreet (knowing that I was with
Amanda), then the day after Amanda repeated to me that if she had not
been with me at this time she would be dead. Thinking and
reconstructing, it seems to me that she always remained with me, the
only thing I do not remember exactly is when she left in the early
evening for a few minutes.

I am convinced that she could not have killed Meredith and then return
home. The fact that there is Meredith's DNA on the kitchen is because
once while cooking together, I shifted myself in the house handling
the knife, I had the point on her hand, and immediately after I
apologized but she had nothing done to her. So the only real
explanation of the kitchen knife is this.

I am not quiet because if they have found a trace so ridiculous they
can find many so many others on the rags and so on ... What a
nightmare! They should first of all show that the knife is indeed the
weapon of the crime: knife, type of cut, the obvious traces on the
blade, etc.. Then if they want to find invisible traces of Meredith in
my house, find some in the streams of this passage! There must be a
divine justice to all this! I continue to wake up in the morning with
accusatory faces that fix me as a murderer ...

What an absurd story, all ready to point the finger when nothing is
known yet. I hope that my father is well, and also all those who watch
this absurd event. I hope the real truth comes to surface. None of the
three enters! I have read in the newspapers that this story is taking
an enormous media dimension and all that scares me a lot, because if
they don't have the hit act it becomes impossible to calm them ... The
delusion of the mass, the money will be payed back to Patrick, to me
and to Amanda ...

Oh God, oh God, what a mess! They don't understand anything! Who and
what have stuck me in this story? Somewhat I have put of my own, but
now it is too much.
They call me to the infirmary and I read on the record that they
diagnosed me a few days ago for panic attacks and I had to be
reviewed. Both Amanda and Patrick are calm, and so this reassures me:
if neither of the two had done anything I figured! So we must have
patience. I am very pleased to talk with the (female) doctors (some
job titles are neutral, this one isn't) or social workers or the
pastor or (female) psychologist, they are very friendly and willing to
talk, it comforts me a lot. I am not liked to talk with the deputy
commander because he continues to investigate and to show me what can
happen if I don't tell the truth. We do not talk anymore.

I continue to watch TV and the morning, when I wake up, do exercises
to keep in shape. What else can I do? ... I write ... There is a girl
in France who has killed a guy she knew one evening inspired by the
tragedy of Perugia: The girl is crazy. We are all mad! Here it seems
to me I live in a comedy-reality-horror-show blowout by Big Brother.
That is the worst of the worst! The guards are kind, at least some,
not all, already it is impossible to change the minds of everyone ...

Nov 19 2007
Today I did exercises as always, I keep it in shape for not
accasciarmi and smollarmi physically; already food sucks and I am
losing a little appetite, but I hope that the truth will soon become
clear, and I could leave the prison. I spoke with a trainee (female)
teacher and there was nothing wrong. Maybe I should not think that
they are accusing me of being an accomplice to rape+murder ...But to
something cute I have to also think, sorry! She has a beautiful smile
with curly blond hair, I was very pleased that she smiled at every
joke that I made.

I seemed to receive a gust of spring air in a huge room dark and cold.
Already the prison is not a nice experience, above all because the
first times they slam me in cell isolation closed and locked with a
thread of light that passed through the window, for hours without
having the slightest sign that anyone could know that you are there,
not a sound, not a hiss, just the squeak of your shoes on a floor full
of dust and cockroaches and you that pass the time walking up and down
scared and you think, you think for so so long, you sit, look through
the cracks of the window and pray that the truth comes out, searching
to remember ...

They stuck me in prison because I do not remember exactly the events
of that day, I have confused memories. Meanwhile outside I watch the
clouds and begin to pretend to draw the sky looking for an answer to
me, this life, destiny, it seems all so mysterious, imperceptible,
like a point of light intense in a tunnel completely obscure... I
follow the light, the hope, no, that I won't lose ever; my life does
not end here; my destiny I follow until the bottom ... There's someone
that watches me and moves the threads of a destiny determined by my
choices.

There's mama, there's Jesus; what a crazy world here on earth, what
say you Jesus? You have been crucified because you have done a lot
more than what you had to for others, well, you know how I think?
Better to give a little less but survive... Excuse me for you the
speech is different seen that you saved us from sin, but sometimes I
wonder if it was worth it. I have received letters from Corrado and
family and it was made me very happy also another from Mimmo and
Paola. They support me very closely, I am very happy. Now all the
inmates greet me with a smile, I do not know whether it is because
they have realized that I have not done anything or because I have
their confidence.

Nov 20 2007
(Raffaele opens the page diary on November 20 with a conviction for
him decisive) today finally they have taken the real murderer of this
story from beyond belief. It is an Ivorian of 22 years, they have
found him in Germany. Papa I saw happy and smiling, but I for the
moment am not calm 100% because I fear that he will invent strange
things. There is the cook of the canteen who is black and kindly asked
me why I am not released. Well the reason is simple: there are my
footprints by the house and therefore from this story can always get
out coups de theatre: don't support them! Like Meredith's DNA on the
kitchen knife from my house. It comes to me, the tachicardia (medical
condition, heart beating too fast) and I remain unwell. It makes me
happy that I have many supporters everywhere. I await with patience my
future; at times it frightens me, we know who could really expect
anything. Life is a road long and dark , but I haven't lost hope.
After the storm there is the rainbow. Strength Raf! One of the
giovinazzesi; one of them, one of them!

Nov 23 2007
Today I have changed cells. I spent a lot of time cleaning from top to
bottom and I am also a bit nauseous from the conditions in which they
had left it. I re-encountered the policeman that I had that
conversation about whether I liked life in prison and we joked a bit
on the fact that there are peepholes of cells that have a cover and I
wondered why. Then he with air of the series "Who if is ever asked,"
he tells me: "I don't have a faint idea; that I don't cheat!" (that
section I didn't get...)

And I think there a bit and find the solution! They don't want other
inmates passing looking through the peephole. Consequently I tell him
smiling: "Could it be that I have to tell you something useful?". He:
"I do not care at all." Meanwhile I ask him: "If you tell me your name
to quote you, as I have already talked of our discussion and become
famous". He "No, absolutely no interest to me really, "you don't hold
us". And I kept thinking: 'Well, in fact, if I become famous it is not
for a likeable deed, on the contrary, a tragedy and that is very sad.
Already in order to be famous? All look at you and judge you and turn
your life like a sock ass backwards and they even accuse you if you
breathe too slowly. Better give up, do not look to the success, money,
but spend a quiet life without stress and suffering, to me it applies
not just punishment.


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RAFFAELE'S PRISON LETTERS

Postby Michael » Thu Oct 23, 2008 7:55 pm

RAFFAELE'S PRISON LETTERS



As reported on Sky News 3:04pm UK, Thursday October 23, 2008, by Nick Pisa:

Sky News

Nick Pisa for Sky News wrote:Kercher Suspect's Prison Letters

Meredith Kercher murder suspect Rafael Sollecito has written dozens of letters from his prison cell protesting his innocence and claiming he and the British student were both victims.

The letters emerged just hours before his high profile legal team begin their defence of the 24-year-old, who is jointly accused with his former girlfriend Amanda Knox and Rudy Guede.

In the letters to a monthly magazine published in his home town in Italy he also complains of how he has had to spend a year in prison when "others who slaughter their families don't spend a day behind bars".

In one, Sollecito writes: "There is a day in the life of everyone, in which your destiny is decided. It happened to Meredith and it happened to me and it will happen to all of us.

"On that day a door will open behind us which will be either paradise or hell, misfortune or joy, death or the start of a new life, pain or a new dream and from that moment whatever way it goes for good or bad, nothing will be the same."

In another he said: "I ask myself how justice works. There are people who have killed their families and then through psychiatric reports get away without spending a day in jail, while I (and I am not alone) who is innocent until proven otherwise have an absurd limitation of freedom which not even a condemned man would have."


Few of the letters mention Meredith - found semi-naked with her throat slashed in the bedroom of her student digs last November - and in many he complains of his treatment.

He writes: "I want you to just reflect on something for a minute. Think for one minute the situation I am living in, you meet a girl at a concert, she lives with friends and from that day you go out with each other, you have beautiful days together.


"What more could you ask for from life? Then one morning you go to the house where she lives and you find a huge mess. That's where your problems start, the police arrive, break down the door and find the lifeless body of her friend.

"From that moment they suspect everyone and everything so you try and help and then you fall into the trap that you have helped mould with your own hands."





From The Daily Telegraph, 6:12PM BST 23 Oct 2008:

The Daily Telegraph

The Daily Telegraph wrote:Meredith Kercher murder: Raffaele Sollecito protests his innocence

In a series of letters, written to a monthly magazine in his hometown of Bari in southern Italy, Mr Sollecito said the pain he carried as a result of Miss Kercher's brutal killing was "indescribable" and something that he would not wish on anyone.

"Think for a moment of being in my situation. You meet a girl at a concert and from that day you see her all the time, you spend peaceful days together and you have lunch with her and her friends. You cannot ask more from life!," Sollecito wrote in May.

"Then one morning you return to the house where she lives to find a terrible scene. And then the problems start. The police come, smashing down the locked door of a bedroom and finding the lifeless body of one of her friends.

"From that point on they suspect everyone and that obviously includes you. And you, thinking that you should cooperate, fall into a trap by your own hand."

In July Sollecito wrote of his angst over Miss Kercher's death and what he regards as his unjust treatment by the Italian judicial system.

"The pain that I carry in my heart and on my shoulders is indescribable, but despite everything I have not changed –I just have less trust in other people, that's all. My heart is wounded and bleeding but sooner or later the wounds will heal.

"It's well said that no one has the right to judge, only God. Unfortunately there are blind people who can't see beyond the end of their noses. Luckily not everyone is like this."
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RAFFAELE'S ONLINE PROFILE

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RAFFAELE'S ONLINE PROFILE



Raffaele Sollecito wrote:Name : Raffaele Sollecito

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RAFFAELE'S BLOG

Postby Michael » Sun Nov 02, 2008 10:10 pm

RAFFAELE'S BLOG



The following is Raffaele's blog, or at least, part of it. The intro is written by the mirror creator. Until we get it translated properly for you, the first is a 'Google' translation, whilst I have also copied the original Italian below it:


Mirror Creator wrote:A CLIP FROM BLOG OF Raffaele Sollecito - Indicted edell'uccisione rape of British girl in Perugia
On his blog Raffaele Sollecito, boyfriend of the party of Meredith, Amanda Knox (20 years), had written a few posts on his travels (and its vicissitudes with the grass), but had published some pictures that with hindsight of then are even more macabre than it actually wanted to be. Here's one of his posts:



Raffaele Sollecito wrote:I refer to Aug. 4. I woke up as usual ... too late! And with my usual slow. After studying during the day, the evening comes to visit me Faouzi, the Tunisian friendly neighbor my room, saying: "I have a surprise for you!". I then without even thinking about it more than half a second, to understand and take flight tobacco cartine, etc.. then I say "tonight is the birthday of nico, nn can do so later ...". Meanwhile Filippo on messenger told me that you were waiting shower. I obviously answer: either you move or attack you! It is not "story" My! ... arrived at, Alex arrives in my room on the fly and immediately Faouzi says: "Let us make another!" and I: "ok ..." Meanwhile, I thought: 'you're doing later: there is the birthday of nico where now have eaten everything and I expect fabrizio home ...!"; seeing eyes of enthusiasts filippo I said,' let's leave vabbè, fabrizio to send a message to ...".

After Alex has forced me to do the discourteous as frigates and if they continued to talk with Faouzi that in tunisia speak both French Tunisian (say, you can take a speech of more than half an hour on this issue?. .. I think Alex is capable only) finally leave my double room (my get cooking is in Bulgaria! Freedom!) And we are approaching a house fabri, when at one point fil me: "I am cold I must take the jacket. " It was indeed cold (this time of shit in germany!), But you could have thought of that before nn? Fabri apsetta us ... vabbè we go over to his house to take the flight jacket and finally we are at home to fabri.

For several days fabri received visits, a friend from France, which nn has much to do and has failed to find a monaco, a tipa Blonde, magrolina, cute (with all these "ina" it seems that I am describing a soft toy) to Aurèlia name. Now one could think from my description that it was a very sweet tipa ... quite the opposite! It was a girl deviant! Make certain things that one tipa nn so we'll never expect. From premise: You speak little German and French course. While talking about the cock, fabri me: "do you want one? I had a gift from my neighbor ..." I place on the table a lot of the nearby grass, flowers all ... fil then I look with our eyes and a sweet smile from deficient as to say, "but it looks a little, we now fun! son happy."

Meanwhile, as I soon to launch towards the table, fabri says, "but you try it for Aurelia, she is good!" and I, "why not? want to see how the French do." Have not ever said! In that moment I knew nn who I was to do and especially nn never would have bet a cent on what I had seen ... She quiet, sits down, opens the map and time that I say around a Cazzato to fabri had already made it! Sbricciolandolo too bad, spreading some flowers here and there without shredding for good and then a little tobacco. In practice had an almost liquid manure!

When I, "but you are mad! Want to give us so good? We must still go out ..." and her: "Come on! Why is all, I in France I was 5 a day like this!" Suddenly I had an emotional shock, and in my head rimbombavano his words with the echo: "NON E 'BOTH! NOT' BOTH! NOT 'BOTH! NOT' BOTH! NOT 'BOTH! NOT' BOTH! NOT 'SO ... " When the meantime, I slowly recovered from the risk of collapse, without thinking much esclamai: "But after that you will do well 5, you do? Heavily to the ground?" obviously playful tone ... she then hardened, becomes suddenly serious, almost as if I had offended and says: "maybe read or study ..."

At that point I would say between me and me: No more say anything now, that everything that I can only worsen the situation. And I start to think ... fil as saying: "XXXXXXXXXXXXXX" ... "We put a study after 5 trumpets of that kind? Yes, maybe while you study history see Alexander the Great to get a horse of a pure black blood in your room, next to the bed and maybe mountains on horseback with him and make a lap on the moon ... but! That is, say there are two possibilities: either I said a huge cocks for making impression (and if so struck in full) or whether what he says is true to say that behind the face by angioletto there is a demon came directly dall'inferno Jamaican, even begin to think that France is a colony of Jamaica (colonized without wars of course). "

At the end I concluded: "There are things that only a captain nos me and never will understand the ..." After everything look fil with indifferent expression as if to say: "and the birthday party?" and he just turns with those rossissimi eyes, the smile and his printed speech that said clearly: "xxxxxxxxx" I had already learned that from there onwards nn could have been serious talk ... and as I was expecting good start with his speeches: "I feel very well be at peace with myself and with the world ..." and I thought: "I understand fil, always tell when smoke, do nn hallucination that I do feel guilty ..." is because if someone knows nn so well, it feels, say, "but that happened? Maybe he drank too much ... or maybe tried a trip and remained there under (nn say I know )..."

I do not even time to think everything meters in a meet her friend (never seen in my life) and that I began to think: "Oh shit! Now he will continue to laugh as a Beotia while she speaks and in the end will understand nn a cock, and you remain so badly ... " so it was! Phil back to me and tells me: "What the fuck did he say? Nn I remember nothing! And continued to laugh and I thought:" I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! " and the subheading hint of Accommodating a sign: "eh you! is always the case." After wrong road two or three times fil finally has a flash of genius and called paul ... Meanwhile ask a passer who bought cigarettes at the pump: "Excuse me, where is hessstrasse?" and find joy with the passing knew better than Paul and put together fil ...

Come to my party begins disaster ... I greet all, I wish to nico and find all Spaniards remained at Monaco ... Parentheses: It remains a casino here! It will be nice monaco for charity, but there is a time of shit in comparison to Spain! How do they do?! There are 12 degrees, and it rains on August 6! Vabbè ... De Gustibus not disputandum est ... (sorry Latin square type parsley, I also incorrect ...) At some point I was approached by a Spanish they are companion course at university and I said that the results came in "verteilt Anwendungen" (open systems and distributed) and that he has spent the nn then went to talk to the prof saying that was a erasmus and prof. with all the kindness he replied: nn can distinguish students == Prenditelo her anus and back in Spain as soon as possible!

When starting to salirmi the chills behind his back, I start to be seriously ill, I think "fuck, where nn I spent my life is over! Take the same exam consists of written and oral project, only written here! the discount is 3 to 1 in seasonal sales! nn nn can pass it ... and then images Dad ... you cut the ball ... as I said earlier this erasmus when I did the question: which is your father? and I: cut-cocks! (drunk ...)... now lost me the size seriously! and then I can also say goodbye to holidays (vabbè the end I had vacation for a year) " Then I begin to go head and try a computer on which see the results because nn could stay quiet ... after so many laps Paul accompanies me in a WG (house in town full of students) where there were guys who were there drinking and a computer connected to the network ... Paul asks kindly if we find out the results (paul great!) and I start to say 'ok, if I spent all offer a beer! " scaramanzia for a bit, a little bit because I was cagando in hand with fear!

I go, I see a hurry, checking my freshman ... suddenly I see all black ... my dreams and my life are covered with a black ink that tarnish every color ... fall was the paranoia! Monday I have another examination and had already had the news that a past I nn ... Meanwhile my father had called me first, saying he wanted to know the results of my review ... I had to call him now! Paul (great) are sorry, brings me down to the bar and offers me a beer and then says: "Watch what we want to dance with you!" and I "at the moment only dance with him" HIM = a Spanish boy, gay, madrid of which is fixed with my seat, I did do a lap on myself by saying that this could see what was my big cock (equation is knowing how much air I moved with my pelvis, knowing the mass of my pelvis ... I thought), one day tells me that he speaks very fast but I am speaking as if I have a cock in the mouth! and last night that I saw him trying to convince me saying that the whole world wants me to be gay, because all I want to touch the ass ...

At the end I concluded: "There are things that only a captain nos me and never will understand the ..." The fact is that I was going to fall into acute depression, then led by fil that if they wanted to go because nn understanding was an emeritus cock and went around like a pigeon looking for soft part of bread, decides to start because it stops at paul speak with a Blonde and fil thought they wanted to be alone when she was just a movie and it was the best film ahead ... While greeted everyone, meeting a nice old man who was the holiday home of diana ('s love fil) who kindly asks me if something was green.

He practically is the husband of the sister of Toki (TUM organizer, black almond eyes that when I met told me that was to Arezzo! Yes, yes, the typical arezzese! I thought). The sister of Toki I have between 25 and 30 years but he was 50th among the 60, because I thought that the beginning was the father Toki ... Then I discovered instead was that the husband of his sister ... will have special gifts or hidden ... him: "What are you doing here in Monaco?" and I: "The Erasmus!" and he said: "Bello, I unfortunately I had not ever want to study!" and I: "I even !"... the greatest Cazzato told me that they realized soon after and I was going to burst a laugh when he says: "vabbè but at least you do ..." and then I fell all the post ironic, because it was right to sell even if I do badly.

I think the man who remember forever. That night I knew that the home of Diana, there was a basket of fruit on the table near the kitchen and in the middle of the fruit was a vegetable that Stone in the midst of so much fruit: a whole turnip! At some point while you drank beer, and Cazzate said, the nice old man take the turnip in his hand and says: "One time we used the turnip for fumarci inside cut in half" when I remained enchanted, full of wonder and I thought: " nonnette the cabbage! has made street ... the ancestors are always the best "then I was in reflective pause and I said:" My grandfather nn I could tell this instead as if the deal went to war? not that the No war is not at all interesting, but I spoke nn other ... " At the end I concluded: "There are things that only a captain nos me and never will understand the ..."

The fact is that eventually he was paul the great idea to take the turnip and put the butt of fil while sleeping (fil was tired) ... No one knows when that fuck do you invent everything to pass the time and put a turnip in the ass fil of the game was more interesting that could come to mind to a group of students in another house after a couple of beers ... I follow paolo interested in the game when at a certain point you see diana front of the door fil with a sweet squardo a typical Spanish, which prevented us from entering.

Then what do you want? That look makes you feel a perfect imbecile! Why we were! Imagine how Paul must have heard ... with a turnip in hand intention to pierce fil and before him a sweet girl that blocked the road ... I then would have said 'sorry, forgive me for, if you will, I cut the veins and die slowly in front of the chamber fil. " In fact, after Paul told fil when you woke up: "A kind of girl I marry me ... it makes you sleep while the guard to stop a group of poor imbeciles who wanted to get a joke." Returning to the birthday party. After greeting everyone I started with the fil m and remain silent and tense from paranoia. Just before we were to stusta fil me: "but you, and fabri Aurèlia stay with him?" I think at that point: "How the hell does a man to think of it right now?" At the end I concluded: "There are things that only a captain nos me and never will understand the ..." and with indignation the tone say: "I know that cock! nn I care nothing!" In fact I had anything for the head: my father! Returning home and greeting fil saying "tomorrow", but "tomorrow" at that time meant "we know that we will see after that death die" because I say to my father that I spent nn examination and he rightly " who the fuck are you doing there? " and I: "nn so that tell you!" Indeed nn so that meant that tell their "nn explain how so absolutely nothing, because nn I still understood why I came to the world ..."( maybe he knows better than me).

I go to bed immediately without even see the e-mail and I fall asleep while praying, I think: "Tomorrow will come another day! (Vasco Rossi)." Indeed arrived too soon! I smoke not as usual: too late! And with my usual slow put me to study. After a bit me the phone rings, my father was: "No go home until nn steps exams! Hello!" and I thought: "... goodbye holidays are now back to real life ... the lifetime of disappointment and suffering, the erasmus is like a picture of a Tibetan monaco: made of sand! After that was done so admire and destroy immediately, because if durasse dippiù nn would be so incredibly beautiful as anything ... "



ITALIAN:


Mirror Creator wrote:UN ESTRATTO DAL BLOG DI Raffaele Sollecito - Incriminato dello stupro edell'uccisione della ragazza inglese a Perugia
Sul suo blog Raffaele Sollecito, fidanzato della coinquilina di Meredith, Amanda Knox (20 anni), aveva scritto qualche post sui suoi viaggi (e sulle sue peripezie con l'erba), ma aveva pubblicato alcune foto che col senno del poi risultano ancor più macabre di quello che in realtà volevano essere. Ecco uno dei suoi post:


Raffaele Sollecito wrote:Mi riferisco al 4 agosto. Mi sono svegliato come sempre... troppo tardi! E con la mia solita lentezza. Dopo aver studiato durante la giornata, la sera, viene a farmi visita Faouzi; il simpatico tunisino mio vicino di stanza, dicendo: "Ho una sorpresa per te!". Io a quel punto senza nemmeno pensarci più di mezzo secondo, capisco al volo e prendo tabacco, cartine, ecc. dopodichè mi dico: "stasera c'è il compleanno di nico, nn posso fare tanto tardi...". Intanto Filippo su messenger mi diceva di aspettare che si stava docciando. Io ovviamente gli rispondo: o ti muovi o ti attacchi! Non è "storia" mia! ...arrivati all'ultimo, arriva filippo in camera mia al volo e subito Faouzi dice: "facciamone un'altra!" e io: "ok..." intanto pensavo: "si sta facendo tardi: c'è il compleanno di nico dove ormai si saranno mangiati tutto e fabrizio mi aspetta a casa sua...!"; vedendo gli occhi entusiasti di filippo mi sono detto: "vabbè lasciamo perdere, a fabrizio gli mando un messaggio...".

Dopo che filippo mi ha costretto a fare lo scortese visto che se ne fregava e continuava a parlare con faouzi del fatto che in tunisia parlano sia francese che tunisino (dico, si può tenere un discorso di più di mezz'ora su questo tema?... secondo me solo filippo è capace) Usciamo finalmente dalla mia cameretta doppia(il mio coinquilino è in Bulgaria! Libertà!) e ci avviamo a casa di fabri, quando ad un certo punto fil mi fa: "mi fa freddo devo prendere la giacca". Si infatti faceva freddo(questo tempo di merda in germania!) , ma nn potevi pensarci prima!? Fabri ci apsetta!... vabbè andiamo sopra a casa sua al volo prendiamo la giacca e siamo finalmente a casa di fabri.

Da qualche giorno fabri ha ricevuto visite; una sua amica dalla francia, che nn ha molto da fare ed è venuta a trovarlo a monaco, una tipa biondina, magrolina, carina (con tutti questi "ina" sembra che sto descrivendo un peluche) di nome Aurèlia. Adesso uno potrebbe pensare dalla mia descrizione che era una tipa molto dolce... assolutamente il contrario! Si è rivelata una ragazza deviante! Fa certe cose che da una tipa così nn te lo aspetteresti mai. Da premettere: lei parla poco tedesco e ovviamente francese. Mentre parlavamo di cazzate, fabri mi fa: "vuoi farne una? Ho avuto un regalo dalla mia vicina..." e mi piazza sul tavolo un bel pò di grass della vicina, tutti fiori... a quel punto fil mi guarda con lo sguardo dolce e un sorriso da deficiente come a dire: "ma guarda un pò, adesso ci divertiamo! son contento!".

Intanto mentre mi accingevo ad avviarmi verso il tavolo, fabri dice: "ma fai provare a farla ad aurèlia, lei è brava!" e io: "perchè no!? voglio vedere come le fanno i francesi". Non l'avessi mai detto! In quel momento nn sapevo con chi mi trovavo a che fare e soprattutto nn avrei scommesso mai un centesimo su quello che avevo visto... Lei tranquilla, si siede, apre la cartina e nel tempo che io mi giro per dire una cazzata a fabri aveva già messo tutto! Sbricciolandolo anche male, spargendo un pò di fiori qua e là senza sminuzzarli per bene e poi un pò di tabacco. In pratica aveva fatto un quasi purino!

Allorchè io: "Ma sei impazzita!? Vuoi darci la buonanotte così? Noi dobbiamo ancora uscire..." e lei: "Ma dai! Nn è tanto! Io in Francia me ne facevo 5 al giorno così!" Improvvisamente ebbi uno shock emotivo, e in testa mi rimbombavano le sue parole con l'eco: "NON E' TANTO! NON E' TANTO! NON E' TANTO! NON E' TANTO! NON E' TANTO! NON E' TANTO! NON E' TANTO..." Quando intanto mi ripresi lentamente dal rischio di collasso, senza pensarci più di tanto esclamai: "Ma dopo che te ne fai 5 così, che fai? Stramazzi al suolo?" ovviamente in tono scherzoso... lei a quel punto si irrigidisce, diventa improvvisamente seria, quasi come se l'avessi offesa e mi fa: "magari leggo o studio..."

A quel punto io dico tra me e me: meglio nn dire niente adesso, che tutto ciò che penso può solo peggiorare la situazione. E comincio a pensare... come direbbe fil: "xxxxxxxxxxxxxx"... "Ti metti a studiare dopo 5 trombe di quel genere!? Si certo, magari mentre studi storia ti vedi arrivare Alessandro Magno a cavallo di un puro sangue nero nella tua stanza, vicino al letto e magari monti a cavallo con lui e vi fate un giro sulla luna... ma dai! Cioè dico ci sono due possibilità: o mi ha detto una grandissima cazzata per fare impressione(e se è così ha colpito in pieno) oppure se quello che dice è vero vuol dire che dietro quel viso da angioletto c'è un demone venuto direttamente dall'inferno giamaicano, anzi comincio a pensare che la francia sia una colonia della giamaica(colonizzata senza guerre ovviamente)".

Alla fine ho concluso: "ci sono cose che capitano solo a me e nn le capirò mai..." Dopo tutto ciò guardo fil con espressione indifferente come a dire: "e la festa di compleanno?" e lui appena si gira con quegli occhi rossissimi, il sorriso stampato e la sua espressione che diceva chiaramente: "xxxxxxxxx" avevo già capito che da lì in poi nn sarebbe stato possibile parlargli seriamente... e come mi aspettavo benissimo comincia con i suoi discorsi: "mi sento benissimo sono in pace con me stesso e con il mondo..." e io pensavo: "ho capito fil, lo dici sempre quando fumi, nn fare l'allucinato che mi fai sentire in colpa..." si perchè se qualcuno che nn conosce tanto bene, lo sente, direbbe: "ma che gli è successo? Magari ha bevuto troppo... o magari ha provato un trip e ci è rimasto sotto(direi io nn conoscendolo)..."

Nemmeno faccio in tempo a pensare tutto ciò che nella metro incontriamo una sua amica(mai vista in vita mia) e io che comincio a pensare: "Oh cazzo! Adesso lui continuerà a ridere come un beota mentre lei parla e alla fine nn avrà capito un cazzo, e lei ci rimarrà anche male..." infatti così fu! Fil torna da me e mi dice: "Ma che cazzo ha detto? Io nn ricordo niente! e continuava a ridere" e io pensavo: "lo sapevo! lo sapevo! lo sapevo!" e gli accenno sottovoce un segno di accondiscendenza: "eh si! è sempre così!". Dopo aver sbagliato strada due o tre volte finalmente fil ha un lampo di genio e chiama paolo... intanto chiedo a una passante che comprava le sigarette al distributore: "mi scusi, dov'è hessstrasse?" e scopro con gioia che la passante lo sapeva meglio di paolo e fil messi insieme...

Arrivati alla festa comincia la mia catastrofe... saluto tutti, faccio gli auguri a nico e trovo tutti gli spagnoli rimasti a monaco... Parentesi: Ne rimangono qua un casino! Sarà bella monaco per carità, ma c'è un tempo di merda in confronto alla Spagna! Come fanno?! Ci sono 12 gradi, piove ed è 6 agosto! Vabbè... de gustibus non disputandum est... (scusate il latinismo piazzato tipo prezzemolo, penso anche scorretto...) Ad un certo punto mi si avvicina uno spagnolo con cui sono compagno di corso all'università e mi dice che sono arrivati i risultati di "Verteilte Anwendungen"(sistemi aperti e distribuiti) e che lui nn l'ha passato; poi era andato a parlare con il prof dicendo che era un erasmus e il prof. con tutta gentilezza gli ha risposto: nn possiamo distinguere gli studenti == Prenditelo nel culo e torna in spagna il prima possibile!

Allorchè cominciano a salirmi i brividi dietro la schiena, comincio a stare male sul serio, penso: "cazzo, se nn l'ho passato la mia vita è finita! in italia lo stesso esame consiste in scritto orale e progetto, qui solo scritto! c'è lo sconto 3 per 1 ai saldi di fine stagione! nn posso nn passarlo... e poi immagini papà... ti taglia le palle!... come dissi all'inizio di questo erasmus quando mi fecero la domanda: che fa tuo padre? e io: il taglia-cazzi!(ubriaco perso...)... adesso me lo taglia sul serio! e poi posso dire anche addio alle vacanze(vabbè alla fine ho fatto vacanza per un anno)" Poi comincio ad andare di testa e cerco un computer sul quale vedere i risultati perchè nn riuscivo a stare tranquillo... dopo tanti giri paolo mi accompagna in un WG(casa in comune piena di studenti) dove c'erano dei tipi che bevevano e avevano lì un computer collegato alla rete... paolo chiede gentilmente se posso vedere i risultati(grande paolo!) e io inizio a dire: "ok, se l'ho passato offro birra a tutti!" un pò per scaramanzia, un pò perchè mi stavo cagando in mano dalla paura!

Vado, vedo di fretta, controllo la mia matricola... improvvisamente vedo tutto nero... i miei sogni e la mia vita vengono ricoperti di un inchiostro nerastro che appanna ogni colore... era caduta la paranoia!! Lunedì ho l'altro esame e già avevo avuto la notizia che uno nn l'ho passato... mio padre intanto mi aveva chiamato prima dicendo che voleva sapere i risultati del mio esame... lo dovevo chiamare adesso!! Paolo(grandissimo) si dispiace, mi porta giù al bar e mi offre una birra e poi dice: "guarda c'è quella che vuole ballare con te!" e io: "in questo momento ballerei solo con LUI" LUI=un ragazzo spagnolo, gay, di madrid che è fissato con il mio sedere, mi fece fare un giro su me stesso dicendo che così riusciva a vedere quanto era grosso il mio cazzo(fa un'equazione sapendo quanta aria ho spostato con il mio bacino, conoscendo la massa del mio bacino... ho pensato); un giorno mi dice che lui parla molto velocemente ma che io parlo come se ho un cazzo in bocca! e l'ultima sera che l'ho visto cerca di convincermi dicendomi che tutto il mondo vuole che io sia gay, perchè tutti mi vogliono toccare il culo...

Alla fine ho concluso: "ci sono cose che capitano solo a me e nn le capirò mai..." Sta di fatto che stavo per cadere in depressione acuta, allora spinto da fil che se ne voleva andare perchè nn stava capendo un emerito cazzo e andava in giro come un piccione in cerca di molliche di pane, decido di avviarmi visto che paolo si ferma a parlare con una biondina e fil pensava che volevano stare da soli mentre lei era solo un'amica e fil si faceva i migliori film in testa... Mentre salutavo tutti, incontro un simpatico vecchietto che era alla festa a casa di diana(l'amore di fil) che mi chiede gentilmente se trovavo qualcosa di verde.

Lui in pratica è il marito della sorella di Toki(organizzatore TUM, nero con gli occhi a mandorla che quando lo conobbi mi disse che era di Arezzo! sì, certo, il tipico arezzese! pensai). La sorella di toki penso abbia tra i 25 e i 30 anni ma lui ne ha tra i 50e i 60, infatti all'inizio pensavo che era il papà di toki... invece poi scoprii che era il marito della sorella... avrà doti particolari o nascoste... lui: "Che fate qui a Monaco?" e io: "L'Erasmus!" e lui: "Bello! Io purtroppo non ho avuto mai voglia di studiare!" e io: "nemmeno io!"... alla grandissima cazzata che avevo detto me ne resi conto subito dopo e stavo per scoppiare a ridere quando lui mi fa: "vabbè ma almeno tu lo fai..." e lì mi cadde tutta la carica ironica, perchè aveva ragione da vendere anche se lo faccio malissimo.

Quell'uomo penso che lo ricorderò per sempre. Quella sera che lo conobbi a casa di diana, c'era una cesta di frutta sul tavolino vicino alla cucina e in mezzo alla frutta c'era un ortaggio che stonava in mezzo a tanta frutta: una rapa intera! Ad un certo punto mentre si beveva birra e si dicevano cazzate, il simpatico vecchietto prendere la rapa in mano e dice: "Un tempo si usava la rapa per fumarci dentro tagliandola nel mezzo" allorchè io rimasi incantato, pieno di stupore e pensai: "cavolo il nonnetto! ne ha fatta di strada... gli antenati sono sempre i migliori" poi rimasi in pausa riflessiva e mi dissi: "mio nonno nn mi poteva raccontare questo anzichè come se la passò al fronte di guerra?! non che la guerra nn sia per niente interessante, ma nn mi parlava di altro..." Alla fine ho concluso: "ci sono cose che capitano solo a me e nn le capirò mai..."

Sta di fatto che alla fine a paolo gli venne la grande idea di prendere la rapa e infilarla nel culo di fil mentre dormiva(fil era stanchissimo)... quando nn si sa che cazzo fare si inventa di tutto per passare il tempo e infilare una rapa nel culo di fil era il gioco più interessante che poteva venire in mente a un gruppo di studenti in casa altrui dopo un paio di birre... io seguo paolo interessato al gioco quando ad un certo punto ti vedi diana davanti alla porta di fil con uno squardo dolcissimo tipico di una spagnola, che ci impedì di entrare.

A quel punto cosa vuoi fare? Quello sguardo ti fa sentire un perfetto imbecille! Perchè lo eravamo! Immagino come deve essersi sentito paolo... con una rapa in mano intento a trafiggere fil e davanti a lui una ragazza dolcissima che gli bloccava la strada... io a quel punto avrei detto: "scusami, per farmi perdonare, se vuoi, mi taglio le vene e muoio lentamente davanti alla camera di fil". Infatti dopo paolo disse a fil quando si svegliò: "Una ragazza del genere io me la sposerei... ti fa la guardia mentre dormi per fermare un gruppetto di poveri imbecilli che volevano farti uno scherzo". Ma torniamo alla festa di compleanno. Dopo che saluto tutti mi avvio con fil alla metro e rimango zitto e teso dalla paranoia. Poco prima che stavamo a stusta fil mi fa:"ma secondo te, fabri e aurèlia lo staranno facendo?" io a quel punto penso: "come cazzo fa un uomo a pensare a ciò in questo momento?" Alla fine ho concluso: "ci sono cose che capitano solo a me e nn le capirò mai..." e con tono sdegnato gli dico: "che cazzo ne so! nn me ne frega niente!" infatti avevo tutt'altro per la testa: mio padre! torniamo a casa e saluto fil dicendogli "a domani", ma "a domani" in quel momento significava "ci vedremo dopo che saprò di che morte morirò"; infatti dico a mio padre che nn ho passato l'esame e lui giustamente: "che cazzo stai facendo lì?" e io: "nn so che dirti!" in effetti quel nn so che dirti significava proprio "nn so assolutamente come spiegarti nulla, in quanto nn ho ancora capito perchè sono venuto al mondo..."(magari lui lo sa meglio di me).

Vado subito a dormire senza vedere nemmeno la posta elettronica e mentre mi addormento pregando, penso: "domani un altro giorno arriverà!(Vasco Rossi)". Infatti è arrivato troppo presto! Mi alzo come al solito: troppo tardi! E con la mia solita lentezza mi metto a studiare. Dopo un pò mi squilla il cellulare; era mio padre: "nn torni a casa fin quando nn passi gli esami! ciao!" e io pensavo: "addio vacanze... ormai si torna alla vita vera... la vita fatta di delusioni e sofferenze, l'erasmus è come un quadro di un monaco tibetano: fatto di sabbia! Dopo che è stato realizzato lo ammirano e lo distruggono subito dopo, perchè se durasse dippiù nn sarebbe così incredibilmente bello... come ogni cosa"



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THE DAY I MET RAFFAELE

Postby Michael » Tue Dec 09, 2008 5:01 pm

THE DAY I MET MEREDITH SUSPECT RAFFAELE - BY KATE MANSEY - THE SUNDAY MIRROR



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GRAPHOLOGIST'S HANDWRITING ANALYSIS

Postby Michael » Fri Jan 23, 2009 5:35 pm

GRAPHOLOGIST'S HANDWRITING ANALYSIS OF RAFFAELE'S HANDWRITING (In Italian)



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RAFFAELE'S HANDWRITING

Postby Michael » Wed Jan 28, 2009 5:45 am

RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S HANDWRITING



Kermit wrote:Here are some screen shots from the recent Matrix program on last January 17. They are of different images of Raffaele's handwriting from prison.

The graphologists amongst us may find something of interest. (Oops, I see on previewing this that the first and fourth are the same, at different moments in the program)


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RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S LETTER TO TG5

Postby Michael » Fri Nov 27, 2009 12:56 pm

RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S LETTER TO TG5



Tiziano wrote:Translation of Raffaele Sollecito's letter to Tg5, sent from Capanne Prison on November 26th, 2009.
Thank you Michael & Jester for the screen shots.

To the Editor Capanne 26/11/09
Telegiornale 5
Headquarters

This is Raffaelle Sollecito writing to you from Capanne Prison, Perugia.

You have always closely followed my tragedy in many reports made by your correspondents in Perugia and I am sure consequently that this letter of mine will be properly taken into account by you. In the days since the request for a sentence of life imprisonment I have been in a constant state of anxiety about my future, and the various moments of the day are all directed to this thought.

I know that I am innocent because I have done none of the things of which I am accused.

I would like you, who have always followed this tragic event, to give voice to a young man who has been living in segregation for two years, in prison deprived of all the dearest of affections and torn from a normal, dignified, calm life, like that of 23 year-olds the same age as me (now I am 25, almost 26).

I find myself in prison because of a print from a shoe which I never wore, and which is for me rather a millstone around my neck, and for a DNA trace on a bra hook which I have never seen, let alone touched.

I ask myself whether all this is fair. I am convinced that soon the gates will open for me and that I will go back to living, now I am only anxious that this will happen soon.

Greetings to all,


Raffaelle.

Translation of letter sent to La Piazza di Giovinazzo by Sergio on November 23rd, 2009


Lettera P di G

Only part of the letter is available on the site. There is no date on the letter.

THE LAST LETTER BEFORE THE JUDGEMENT

"I can't wait to return to the embrace of my dear ones and my friends and then take up my journey again accompanied by my dreams" Raffaele Sollecito

Dear Friends at la Piazza,
It's been a while since we have been in contact by letter; I just felt that the visit of your Sergio Pisani and Gabriella Marcandrea was more satisfying and therefore I became a bit lazy.

I have returned to Vocabolo Sabbione (prison at Terni) as expected and very probably I will have to return to Capanne for the final hearings. During this brief wait anxiety and anguish invade my thoughts: will the Court of the Assizes succeed in getting a clear idea? Will they have fully taken in all the phases of the debate? Will they have consequently understood that I am innocent without a shadow of doubt? (the letter continues)



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RAFFAELE'S PHONE CALL AND TELEGRAM

Postby Michael » Fri Nov 27, 2009 1:06 pm

RAFFAELE'S PHONE CALL AND TELEGRAM TO HIS FATHER



Tiziano wrote:
Jester wrote:And here's the other text that's given some extra attention on the video

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Jester, thanks for the screen shots (I don't know how to do them, so it was a great help) which I have translated. Michael has done me some of the Tg5 letter and I am now going to translate that too.

The first letter (we as yet only have a part of this letter) was sent to La Piazza di Giovinazzo on November 23rd, 2009, where the locals have been supporting Raffaele, by Sergio (a friend). A second letter dated November 26th was sent to Tg5.

In great contrast with the FOA, they (at P di G) have been doing just that: supporting him.

Here is a link to a birthday video they made him:Buon Compleanno

Under LE ULTIME EDIZIONI PUBBLICATE go to BUON COMPLEANNO RAFFAELE

This is a translation of Jester's screen shots of dialogue between RS and his father in his last call home before he was arrested (from Tg5).

Raffaele: I'm in the police station and they are asking me questions.

Father: Did they call you in?

Raffaele: Ah yes ... they are telling me that I have to hang up ... don't worry then when I have finished I'll call you.

Telegramme from RS to father after phone call:

I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. THEY HAVE ARRESTED ME. I'M IN ISOLATION. I AM SAD AND SCARED. IT ALL SEEMS SO UNREAL TO ME.



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RAFFAELE IN THE FIRST DAYS AFTER HIS ARREST

Postby Michael » Wed Mar 17, 2010 3:01 pm

RAFFAELE IN THE FIRST DAYS AFTER HIS ARREST, NOV 17, 2007



Trans: 'Thoughtful'



Date: November 17, 2007

Raffaele Sollecito, 23, spent his first 10 days of prison searching for precise memories. Memories that are returning after the fog provoked by the hashish. He saw the television news on Thursday evening. And yesterday morning, when one of his lawyers, Tiziano Tedeschi, arrived at the prison, he asked him suddenly: "What do I have to do with that knife?" It was the knife which contained DNA traces of poor Meredith, and of Amanda, who is accused like Raffaele of homicide. "That huge knife was already at my house when I rented it. I never used that knife. Amanda used it when cutting onions." His own two pocket knives have also been confiscated; he has been carrying them since he was 13, and changed them to match his outfits. "But it's unbelievable," he said when he heard that the knife had been confiscated by the police, "that Amanda was going around with such a big kitchen knife, I simply can't believe it." A thousand words, in these difficult days, have been exchanged with his father, his father's new wife, his educators and his lawyers. Precise memories are beginning to return. "On that night, when Amanda came home, I remember having touched her hand. It was cold, like it was when she would come home at night after working at the pub. But for now I can't remember anything else. And if I can't remember, why should I tell a lie? The evening before Meredith died Amanda brought me make-up stuff for Halloween. She wanted to go to a disco, but I'm not 15 any more and I preferred a quiet pub. But Amanda is American, and for her Halloween is a really important night." Raffaele should have been going to Milan during those days. "Right after my degree, there would have been a party and a lunch with relatives and friends, and then in the evening, a romantic restaurant just for Amanda and me. Then, with my father, I would have left right away for Milan to enroll in a master's at Bocconi. My father inundated me with phone calls during those last days of freedom, sometimes even four a day. He wanted me to study and work on my (undergraduate) thesis. I had only written a draft. I was also calling home. One evening I asked for a recipe: I wanted to make a risotto for Amanda." Also childhood memories are becoming part of the defense. "I've always been scared of blood, since I was little. If I see blood I feel sick. I had barely spotted a trace of blood in the bathroom that morning and I had to step back. If I had gone into Meredith's room then I'd have died on the spot." The boy from Giovinazzo has destroyed Amanda's alibi, but he certainly doesn't forget the days spent with her. "She was my first real conquest. As a boy I was fat, everyone called me Cicciolone. I would look at myself in the mirror and I didn't like myself. I told myself there was only one thing to do: the gym, and more of the gym. I changed, and I felt better. When Amanda got together with me, I was very jealous. That's why I wanted her to sleep over at my place, so no one else could be looking at her. It was my first really important story." Even in a cell, Raffaele wants to be a good kid. "I asked for rags to clean up the bathroom. And even the bars. They're dusty."


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TRANSLATION OF RAFFAELE'S PRISON DIARY: DEFINITIVE VERSION

Postby Michael » Sat Sep 11, 2010 12:30 pm

TRANSLATION OF RAFFAELE'S PRISON DIARY: DEFINITIVE VERSION



Trans: 'Clander'

While the original PMF translation of Raffaele's prison diary by Belle was competent, it has now been thoroughly gone over by Clander in order to render the most accurate translation possible. This is the definitive translation and must be the version referred to hence forth.
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RAFFAELLE'S STATEMENT, NOV 5, 2007

Postby Michael » Mon Feb 14, 2011 2:37 pm

RAFFAELLE'S STATEMENT, NOV 5, 2007



Trans: 'Jools'



Perugia, Amanda’s truth:

She was with Patrick and screaming.

“I was frightened I covered my ears”

“Patrick and Meredith parted to Meredith’s room, while myself I think I remained in the kitchen. I’m not able to remember how long they were together in the bedroom but I can only say that at a certain point I heard Meredith scream and I was frightened and covered my ears…”

Amanda knox, Meredith’s American friend whom she shared the house with, says she was present at the crime. Gives the police that in questioning her accused her of lying when she told them she left the house at 17.00 on the first of November returning only the next morning when Meredith’s torture body was discovered. Her boyfriend Raffaele Sollecito was heard about an hour before and had already stated that, that alibi was false, though denying of having participated in the murder. Amanda understands that there is no way out, but carves herself a marginal role. She accuses Patrick Lumumba Diya of being the murderer. Her story is confusing, its clear the girl doesn’t tell the whole truth. But the pm retains that her declarations are sufficient for signing an arrest warrant also toward the two men.

The “I don’t remember” of Amanda:

The story told by Amanda starts at 05.45.

“I want to voluntarily refer what has happened because this event has profoundly disturb me and I am very afraid of Patrick, the African man owner of the pub Le Chic where sometimes I work. I met him the evening of the first of November after I sent him a message in reply to one from him, with the words, “ci vediamo”.

We met up around 21.00 at the basket court by Grimana Square and we went to my house. I don’t remember if my friends Meredith was already at home or if she came in after. What I can say is that they parted.

I saw Patrick this morning in front of the University for foreigners and he asked me some questions. He wanted to know what questions had the police asked me. I think he asked me if I wanted to meet journalists, maybe to find out if I knew anything about Meredith’s death.

I’m not sure if Raffaele was also present that evening, but I remember well that I woke up in my boyfriends house, in his bed, and that in the morning I went to my house where I found the door open.”

The police officers of the fly Squad and the Sco, make a note at the end of the statement that “Knox takes her hands up to head and repeatedly shakes it”.


The boyfriend’s lies:

The detailed list [billing records] of received and dialled phone calls examined by the postal police was to be fundamental in reconstructing their [AK/RS] movements. And for probing contradictions on whatever they had stated up to that point. The first one to admit of having “told a lot of crap” is Sollecito. He is summoned to the police station at 22.40 on Nov 5th. Police had already questioned him after the discovery of Meredith’s body, but he had justified himself by saying that he didn’t know anything about what happened: “ I was out with Amanda”. Now he understands that the situation is different and therefore he decides to modify also his own version. Sollecito’s statement begins at 22.40.

[Re: Nov 1st]

“I know Amanda for two weeks. From the evening I first met her she started sleeping at my house.

The first of November I woke up about 11.00, I had breakfast with Amanda, then she went out and I went back to bed. I then met up with her at her house around 13.00-14.00. In there was Meredith who left in a hurry about 16.00 without saying where she was going.

Amanda and I went to the [town] centre about 18.00 but I don’t remember what we did.

We remained in the centre till 20.30 or 21.00.

I went to my house alone at 21.00, while Amanda said that she was going to the pub Le Chic because she wanted to meet with her friends.

At this point we said goodbye. I went home, I made a joint. Had dinner, but I don’t remember what I ate.

About 23.00 my father called me on my house phone line. I recall Amanda was not back yet.

I web surfed on the computer for two more hours after my father’s phone call and I only stopped when Amanda came back in, presumably about 01.00. I don’t remember well how she was dressed and if she was dressed the same as when we said goodbye before dinner. I don’t remember if that evening we had sex.”

[Re: Nov 2nd:]

“The following morning we woke up about 10.00 and she told met that she wanted to go home to have a shower and change clothes. In fact she left at 10.30 and I went back to sleep. When she was leaving Amanda took also an empty bag, telling me that it was to put the dirty clothes in.

At about 11.30 she returned to my house and I recall that she had change clothes. She had her usual handbag.

She told me that when she arrived at her house she found the front door wide-open and amounts of blood in the small bathroom. She asked me if I thought it was strange. I answered yes it was and I suggested to her to call her friends. She told me she had already called Filomena, while she said that Meredith was not answering.”

The going back to the house:

Together they go to the cottage. And this is how Sollecito reconstructs that moment:

“She opened the door with the keys and I went inside. I noticed that Filomena’s door was wide-open and glass on the floor and the room was in a mess. Amanda’s door was open and instead everything was in order. Then I went by Meredith’s door and I saw that it was key locked. First I looked if it was true what Amanda told me about blood in the bathroom and I noticed drops of blood in the sink, while on the bathmat there was something strange, a sort of mixture of water and blood, while the rest of the bathroom was clean… The rest was in order. At that very moment Amanda entered the big bathroom and came out frightened, strongly hugging me telling me that before, when she had the shower, she had seen some feces in the toilet that as opposed to now was clean. I asked myself what was happening and went out to see if I could manage to climb to Meredith’s window… I tried to breakdown the door but I didn’t succeed and at that point I decided to call my sister and get her advice because she is a lieutenant in the Carabinieri. She told me to call 112, but in the meantime the postal police arrived. In the previous statement I told you a lot of crap because she [AK] convinced me of her version of the facts and I didn’t think of the inconsistencies.


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FROM RAFFAELE'S BLOG BEFORE HIS ARREST: PARALLEL WORLDS

Postby Michael » Wed Mar 02, 2011 11:51 am

FROM RAFFAELE'S BLOG BEFORE HIS ARREST: PARALLEL WORLDS



Trans: 'Jools'




Raffaele Sollecito wrote:“I'll be a heroooo”

August 20, 2006

Have you seen those overworked-gym guys that when you see them make you afraid because of their huge size? I really think so since most of you at least once in your lifetime have been to the gym... Him whom I’m about to tell you about he’s not just the most “pumped up” guy in the room, but was rather something immeasurably inhuman.

I am speaking of August 9, the last evening at the “steko's sport center”; a gym place near my dorm, here in Munich, where I train practicing my much loved kickboxing... because it was the last evening, I decided to do everything possible to check and try out what I already knew that this was a ‘kool’ gym.

After I did my usual hour of various techniques (dodging, combinations, etc…), I decided to try this new exciting enhancement training [equipment] that I took a peek in other times while I was going to take a shower... I go in and see Silvia, my training partner half German and half Calabrian (I first met her in the sauna), comes towards me to greet me and she says: “is this the first time that you do this?” and me: “yes, I'm curious” and she: “get ready, because its very hard...” as soon she finished saying it I turn and I see coming “THE ENHANCEMENT INSTRUCTOR”`: a big huge man with the usual jacket size XXXXXXXXL, that all those gym heavy trainers use for the simple reason that while they train in front of the mirror they must focus on the exercise and not be distracted by their own bulk... apart from that he had some tight-fitting shorts that showed an uneven extremely pumped mass muscle on the quadriceps that would leave you breathless just by looking; then with his Bavarian speak with an American accent he filled me in with even more terror... :-(

Right away I asked myself: “But this one where has he escape from? Maybe at the back they have a laboratory where they do genetic experiments... they made him in the laboratory!" While he was about to start he turns on the stereo pumping music like “Flash Dance”, Tina Turner, and in total the whole soundtrack of Rocky 1,2,3,4,5. In practice he was like I thought an excitable crazy ‘Americanaccio’ transplanted to Munich.

Before starting arranging the equipment in the same way arranged by the others: step, rope, equalizer, towel, small weights and elastics to work the deltoids muscles... I was lurking in the back row... As soon as we begin with the rope jump I look at the instructor and I suffered a shock: his legs that were jumping with the rope were impressive... from a distance of five meters I could exactly count his muscle striations and I could also see exactly where they ended up one by one (was disgusting)... Furthermore, his little steps to jump that rope were framed by an impressive mass movement: it was as if one of his little steps on tiptoes could bring down the hall... he was not a man; he was more like a cow... a bullock!

We begun to use the scales and small weights and I realize with a bit of pleasure that my scales was a little lighter and just when I'm going to get 5 kilos more and while I'm getting closer to the weights, Silvia looks at me with a smile and says: “Are you really sure?” and I said: “I try...” (I’d never do it). Begins with pull to the chin, lunges and other exercises that stimulate different muscle strips each time differently... the problem was that gradually was going at a continuously persisting rate... At some point, the bullock turns towards me and says, “you must moooo mmmmoooo mmmmmmmmmoooooooooooo mmmooo moo” (he spoke with that incomprehensible Bavarian, virtualy mooing) and after a moment of confusion on my part I look at him in disregard lifting my eyebrow, as if to say: “eh?! What the fuck did you say??" After he repeated to me: "you have to mooo mmmmooooo moo mmmmmoooooo” a couple of times, realises that it was not a bluff and comes dipterally towards me and with the delicate tact of a hippopotamus he moves my arms and legs to make me take the correct position.

At that point I was beginning to suffer seriously... Silvia was right… it was hard... very hard... Indeed I was about to burst. The exertion and pain were accompanied by that song that goes: :I'll be a hero… nanana... at the end of the night...” the music put on by the excitable crazy, which although dull, gave you a bit of a boost to support that effort and while gasping I was feeling my heart reaching my throat, I was making funny faces in front of the mirror a bit because I'm a moron a bit because I wanted to distract the others so as to pissed off the bullock and wanted to slow down that massacre/training... the plan failed because someone looking at me on the mirror was laughing, but the bullock not batting an eye (he would’ve met many pricks worse than me). At that point I began singing the songs in my head not to think that in a short while I would collapsed to the ground... and while my heart felt coming out, I screamed inside me the following lyrics: “I'll be a heroooooo”... push-ups, abdominals, horizontal lying with small weights for the deltoids, French press... “I'll be a herooooo nananana”...

When I no longer had the strength to blink, I look at the clock with a sigh of relief “is over!” As I start going to the locker room, Silvia says: "Bravo, you managed to get to the end... the first time I tried I couldn’t..." and I said: “Yes, but I don’t even know how I done it... Just two steps away from the door I trip over and I fall with my face hiting the ground: I was in pieces and after returning home I realized that for me the day was over also because I could not move.

I decided the best thing to do was to get my stuff ready to leave and give up on any idea of going out.

Wind was blowing and from my bedroom window I could see a tree shaken by the wind and one leaf in particular, was on the longest branch and also the most distant of all, which was shaking flouncing in the win... seemed crazy, it was as if it wanted to break away from the branch and fly away... preparing my stuff and I knew that those moments were the last moments of living in Munich... many are already gone and I, like the others, could not escape that destiny... I began to think about all the happy moments and unhappy past, for better or for worse with everyone: "Ana (her strength and her weakness is a never-ending swirl of emotions), Maite (I'll never forget her sweetness) Paolo, Filippo, Fabrizio, Guido, Simone, Nico, Toni, casa Milano, Celeste, Alessandra, the group of Spaniards, the Swedish, Elaine, the Americans, my Serbian friend, Faouzi, the TUM group, the evenings at Kultfabrik, Soul City, 4004, HB, Stustaculum, the world cup, the Stammtisch, travelling, the infinity of places visited and people I met, etc… " it was all over and I cried... I cried with anger because of the pain I felt in my chest... I cried and punching my fists against the closet... Outside the wind was even stronger and the leaf on the longest branch was now crazily shacking like a psychopath forced into a straitjacket... it wanted to break away from the branch and fly away... it wanted just that but couldn’t do it... Meanwhile, I begun to feel pain in my knuckles, but instead of calming down I was punching even harder hurting me even more, blinded by a senseless madness... What made me want to hurt myself? Rage and regret because I was leaving all? The not have completed all my expectations? The knowing that I would never see almost everyone again?... Meanwhile, in my mind, images and emotions of a life were running at an exhausting pace: they were so fast that I could not even focus on them and in the meantime I was punching more and more enraged. Then at a certain point in a moment of clarity, my eyes fall on my mother’s photo... she was there, smiling next to me... From the photographs I have of my mother, the ones where she is smiling with a happy expression they are really rare and there and is always with me... everything makes me realize that I was one of the few things that made her happy... I stopped suddenly and I thought I was stupid because my mother would have never wanted me to harm myself in any way, much less in this stupid way... I looked at my pale livid hand and I seek for forgiveness in the smiling eyes of who loved me above everything else... My hand was trembling like terrified of that implacable rage... shaking like a leaf... I looked out the window and I knew that leaf did not want to be force to flee but it was terrified of the idea to move on... it was afraid... fear of an uncertain future... afraid to take what was most dear... fear of getting lost... afraid because it was alone on the furthest branch... So I concluded: rage is fear. The horizon is in a happy and smiling look.

It’s time to end suffering and point straight to the horizon.

====The End====



ORIGINAL IN ITALIAN (PDF)


ORIGINAL TRANSLATION POST BY JOOLS
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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

Postby Jools » Sat Mar 26, 2011 10:03 pm

RAFFELE SOLLECITO BLOG POST BEFORE HIS ARREST.


"What a foul day!"
6 August 2006

I’m referring to August 4. I woke up as usual... too late! And with my usual slow pace. After I was studying during the day, in the evening Faouzi comes to visit me; the funny Tunisian next to my room, saying: “I have a surprise for you!” Me at that point without even thinking about it for more than half a second, figure out immediately and I grab tobacco, rolling cigarette paper, etc, after which I say to myself: “Tonight is Nico’s birthday, I can’t be too late...” In the meantime Filippo on messenger is telling me to wait for him as he was taking a shower. I obviously tell him: either you move or you can whistle for it! It’s not my “story”!... be last to arrive, Filippo comes flying into my room and immediately Faouzi says: “let's do another one!" and me: “ok...” meanwhile I was thinking: “it's getting late: it's Nico’s birthday where by now they must have eating everything and Fabrizio is expecting me at his house..!”; seeing Filippo’s enthusiastic eyes I said: “oh well let’s leave it, I’ll send Fabrizio a message…”.

After Filippo forced me to be rude considering that he didn’t care and kept talking with Faouzi about the fact that in Tunisia they speak both French and Tunisian (I say, it is possible to have a conversation of more than half an hour on this subject? ...I think only Filippo is capable). Finally we leave my double room (my roommate is in Bulgaria! Freedom!) And we head for Fabri’s home, when at a certain point Fil tells me: “I feel cold I have to get a jacket”. Yes in fact it was cold (this shity weather in Germany!), but couldn’t you think of it before!? Fabri is waiting for us!... alright we go up to his house quickly get the jacket and finally we are at Fabri’s house.

For some days Fabri has had visitors; one friend from France, who hasn’t got much to do has come to see him in Munich, a blondish chick, skinny, cute (with all these [*]“ina” seems that I am describing a cuddly toy) ((*“ina” is feminine diminutive form, i.e. in the original: biondina, magrolina, carina)) called Aurelia. Now one might think from my description that she was a very sweet girl... completely the opposite! It turns out she was a deviant girl! She does certain things, which from a girl like this you wouldn’t expect it ever. From the premise: she speak a little German and of course French. While we were talking crap, Fabri tells me: “you want to make one? I got a present from my [female] neighbour..." and shows me by putting on the table quite a bit of grass from the neighbour, all flowers... at that moment Fil looks at me with sweet eyes and a fools smile as to say: “Just look, now we’ll have fun! I'm happy!”

Meanwhile, as I was about to turn to the table, Fabri says: “but let Aurelia do it, she's good!” and I said: “why not! I want to see how the French do it.” I should’ve never said that! At that moment I didn’t know with whom I was among doing what and above all I wouldn’t have guessed a penny bet ever on what I did see... She quietly, sits down, opens the cigarette rolling paper and by the time I turned around to tell Fabri some crap she had already put everything in! As well as crumbling it wrongly, spreading some flowers bits here and there without proper shredding and then a bit of tobacco. Practically she had almost made a purine! ((slurry))

To which I said: “But are you crazy? Do you wish us goodnight like this? We have to go out still...” She said: “Oh come on! It’s not that much! In France I was doing 5 a day like this!” Suddenly I had a mental break, and in my head her words were reverberating to the echo: "IT’S NOT MUCH! IT’S NOT MUCH! IT’S NOT MUCH! IT’S NOT MUCH! IT’S NOT MUCH! IT’S NOT MUCH! IT’S NOT MUCH! ... " While slowly recovering from the risk of collapse, without giving it too much thought I asked, "But after you do 5 like this, what do you? Collapse to the ground?” obviously with tongue in cheek... At that point she tenses up, all of a sudden becomes serious, almost as if I had offended her and tells me: “I might even read or study..."

At that moment I tell myself: is best not to say anything now as all that I’m thinking can only worsen the situation. And I start to think... like Fil would say: “xxxxxxxxxxxxxx” … "You get down to studying after 5 trumpets like that? Yes, of course, maybe while you study history you see Alexander the Great riding a pure-blooded black horse in your room, near the bed and maybe you also mount it and you two go on a trip ride to the moon... oh come on! That is there are two possibilities: she either told me a huge crap to impress me (and if so she’s scored bull’s eye) or if what she says is true it means that behind that little angel’s face is a demon that’s come straight from the Jamaican hell, I’m even starting to think that France is a colony of Jamaica (colonized without wars of course).”

In the end I concluded, "there are things that only happen to me and I will never understand them...” After all that I look at Fil in a casual way as in saying: “and the birthday party?” and he just turns around with those very red eyes, the permanent smile and his look was clearly saying: "xxxxxxxxx" by now I knew that in a little while it would be impossible speaking to him serious... and just like I expected he begins his speech: “I feel great I’m at peace with myself and the world...” and I was thinking: “I know Fil, you always say it when you smoke, don’t do the hallucinated guy because you make me feel guilty...” yes because someone who doesn’t know him that well, hears him, it would say: “but what happened to him? Maybe he drank too much... or maybe he tried a *trip ((*ecstasy)) and still under it (I’d have said so if I didn’t know him)…”

Not yet had I time to think all of this that in Metro we meet one of his girl friends (never seen her in my life) and I start to think: “Oh fuck! Now he will carry on laughing like a *Boeotian ((*idiot, simpleton)) while she speaks and in the end he’d not have understood fuck all, and she’ll feel bad…” In fact that’s how it was! Fil comes to me and says: "What the fuck did she say? I don’t remember anything! And carry on laughing” and I was thinking: “I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!” and in a whisper I give him a sign of compliance: “Ah yes! Is always like this!”.
After mistakenly taking the wrong road two or three times finally Fil has a brainwave and calls Paolo ... Meanwhile, I ask a passer-by who was buying cigarettes from the dispenser: “Excuse me, where is Hessstrasse?” and I discovered to my joy that the passer-by knew better than Paolo and Fil put together...

Arriving at the party my disaster begins... I greet everyone, give my birthday wishes to Nico and I find all the Spaniards remaining in Munich... Parenthesis: they’re remaining here in this hell! Munich might be nice for god sake, but it has such shit weather in comparison to Spain! How do they do it? Its 12 degrees, raining and its August 6th! Oh well... de gustibus non est disputandum… ((There is no disputing about tastes)) (excuse the Latinism placed like parsley, I think is not even correct...) At some point comes near me a Spanish guy whom I’m a fellow student in a course at the university and he tells me that the results are out for “Verteilte Anwendungen” (open distributed systems) and that he failed it: after that he went to speak to the professor telling him that he was an Erasmus [student] and the professor in all kindness answered him: we can not distinguish between students == Shove it up your arse and go back to Spain as soon as possible!

It’s when I begin to feel shivers running up and down my spine, start feeling really bad, and I think: “fuck, if I haven’t passed my life is over! In Italy the same exam consists of written oral and project, here is only written! It is a discount of 3 for 1 at the end of season sales! I cannot afford to fail... and then imagine papà... he’ll chop your balls!... like I said at the beginning of this Erasmus when they asked me the question: what does your father do? And I said: he cuts-dicks! (Wasted drunk...)... now he’ll cut mine for sure! And then I can also say goodbye to the holidays (oh well, at the end of the day I’ve been holidaying for a year)” I then start to freak out and I go and look for a computer on which to see the results because I couldn’t manage to be calm... after many times going around Paolo comes with me to a WG (house-sharing commune full of students) where there were guys drinking and had a computer there connected to internet ... Paolo politely asks if I can check the results (mighty Paolo!) and I start to say: “ok, if I passed I’ll buy beer for everyone!” in part for good luck, in part because I was shitting in my hand with fear!

I go on it, in a hurry I look, check in my registration number... all of a sudden I see everything black... my dreams and my life covered in a blackish ink that blurs every colour... paranoia sets in!! On Monday I have the other exam and I already had the news that I didn’t passed one... Meanwhile my father had called me earlier saying that he wanted to know the results of my exam... should I call him now!! Paolo (the greatest) he is sorry, takes me down to the bar and buys me a beer and then says: “Look there's that one she wants to dance with you!” and I said: “at this moment I’ll only dance with HIM”. HE= a Spanish boy, gay, from Madrid who’s obsessed with my butt, makes me do a spin around myself saying that like this he’s able to see how big is my dick (he makes an equation knowing how much air I moved with my pelvis, finding the mass of my pelvis... I thought); one day he told me that he speaks very fast but I speak as if I have a dick in my mouth! And the last evening I seen him he was trying to convince me that the whole world wants me to be gay, because everyone wants to touch my arse...

In the end I concluded, “there are things that only happen to me and I will never understand them..." It’s a fact that I was about to fall into severe depression, then pushed by Fil who wanted to leave because he wasn’t understanding an emeritus fuck and was going around like a pigeon in search of bread crumbs, I decide to go seeing that Paolo stops to talk to a blond girl and Fil thought that they wanted to be alone while she was just a friend and Fil was making up a best movie in his head... While I was saying bye to everyone, I meet a nice old man who was at the party in Diana’s home (Fil’s love) and he politely asks me if I found something green.

He is basically husband to Toki’s sister (promoter at TUM, black, had almond-shaped eyes and when I met him he told me he was from Arezzo! Yes, of course, the typical Arezzese, right). Toki's sister I think she’s between 25-30 years old but he is between 50 to 60, in fact at first I thought he was Toki’s father... instead later I found out he was the husband of his sister... he must have special or hidden skills... he says: “What are you doing here in Munich?” and I say: “The Erasmus" and he says: “Nice! I unfortunately have never had desire to study!" and I say: “neither did I!”... For the big shit I had just said I realized suddenly after and was about to burst out laughing when he tells me: “alright but at least you doing it...” and at that point all my ironic slant drops off, because he was right on the button even if I’m doing badly.

That man I think I will remember him forever. That evening I met him at Diana’s home, there was a basket with fruit on the small table near the kitchen and in between the fruit there was a vegetable that was out of place among many fruits: a whole turnip! At a certain point while we were drinking beer and talking bullshit, the funny old man takes the turnip in his hand and says: “At one time the turnip was used for smoking inside by cutting in the middle,” to which I was left in awe, fill with wonder and I thought: “gee the grandpa! He’s been around the block... the ancestors are always the best” then I was in reflective pause and I told my self: ‘Couldn’t my grandfather told me about this instead of how it was for him in the war front?! Not that the war is not interesting, but he didn’t tell me nothing else…” In the end I concluded: “there are things that only happen to me and I will never understand them…”

Basically at the end Paolo gets the great idea to take the turnip and insert it in Fil’s bum while he was sleep (Fil was very tired)... when one doesn’t know what the fuck to do you invent all things to pass the time and inserting a turnip inside Fil’s bum was the most interesting game that could be thought of by a group of students in other people's house after a couple of beers... I follow Paolo interested in the game when at some point we see Diana in front of Fil’s door with the sweetest look typical of a Spanish girl, which prevented us from entering.

At that point what can you do? That look makes you feel like a complete imbecile! And so we were! I can imagine how Paolo must have felt... with a turnip in hand intending to perforate Fil and in front of him a very sweet girl who was blocking his way... Me at that point would have said: "I'm sorry, for you to forgive me, if you want, I cut my veins and die slowly in front of Fil’s room”. In fact Paolo after said to Fil when he woke up: “A girl like that I would marry her... she stands guard while you sleep to stop a handful of poor imbeciles wanting to play a joke on you.”

But let’s get back to the birthday party. After I said bye to everyone I go with Fil to Metro and I remain silent and anxious from the paranoia. Just before we were at Stusta Fil said to me: “but do you think, Fabri and Aurelia are doing it?” Me at that moment I’m thinking: “What the fuck makes a man think about this now?" In the end I concluded: “there are things that only happen to me and I will never understand them...” and in angry tone I tell him: “what the fuck do I know! I don’t give a damn!” In fact I had something else on my mind: my father! We go back home and say bye to Fil telling him “see you tomorrow”, but “see you tomorrow” at that moment meant “I’ll see you after I find out by what death I’ll die from”; in fact I tell my father that I didn’t passed the exam and he rightly: “what the fuck are you doing there?” and I: “I don’t know what to tell you!” in effect that don’t know what to tell you actually meant "I totally don’t know how to explain anything, because I still haven’t understood why I came into the world...” (maybe he knows better than me).

I soon go to sleep without even checking the emails and I while falling sleep I’m praying, and I’m thinking: “tomorrow another day will come! (Vasco Rossi).” In fact, it has come too soon! I get up as usual: too late! And with my usual slow pace, I start studying. After a short while my phone rings; it was my father: “ don’t come back home until you pass the exams! Bye!” and I thought: “Goodbye holidays… by now is time to go back to real life... the life made of disappointments and misery, the Erasmus is like a painting of a Tibetan monk: made of sand! After it’s been made it’s admired and destroyed soon after, because if it were to last longer it wouldn’t be so incredibly beautiful… like all things"
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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

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Who's Raffaele Sollecito

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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

Postby H9 » Fri Sep 21, 2012 10:15 pm

The transcript of the Raffaele Sollecito AC360 interview has been made available on the 'CNN transcripts' http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/ ... cd.01.html

COOPER: Welcome back. In "Crime and Punishment" tonight, Amanda Knox's ex-boyfriend and co-defendant in a murder trial is talking for the first time about the case that made headlines around the world. Knox, of course, is the American student who was convicted in the stabbing death of her roommate in Italy in 2009. Rafael who had just started dating Amanda Knox was also convicted of the murder. His time in prison included six months in solitary confinement.

Both he and Knox were set free on appeal last year. Well, now Raffaele Sollecito is out with a new memoire that deals with the day that Meredith Kircher (sic) was found dead and with his time in prison and his relationship with Amanda Knox.

The book is called "Honor Bound, My Journey To Hell And Back With Amanda Knox." I spoke to him earlier.

(BEGIN VIDEOTAPE)

COOPER: When you were first called into the police, you and Amanda, you went in without an attorney. Everybody else who was called in brought an attorney. Did you not realize that you might be a suspect?

RAFFAELE SOLLECITO, AUTHOR, "HONOR BOUND": No, no one told us that we were suspected. At that time, we were completely -- so, we didn't know anything. I realized it too late.

I was just in the last questioning, and after two hours and three days, they were so aggressive and so overwhelming of me, I started to realize something was totally bad and wrong. But it was too late.

COOPER: One of the things when Amanda was questioned by police she ended up saying things, which kind of implicated her and implicated you. I mean, it sound as if maybe she had been there when Meredith Kurcher (sic) was killed. Explain to somebody who hasn't been through an interrogation how that can happen.

SOLLECITO: There are ten investigators who are aggressive and they push you saying you are a liar. You were just to me, saying you are stupid and you are covering for her. She will be back and you will never see her again. You fell in love, with a whore and they were aggressive.

And this is a detail, but it lasted almost ten hours in this way. After you are exhausted and you don't sleep, they threaten you saying you will -- you will be in jail for the rest of your life, you will never see your parents again and you give them whatever they want.

COOPER: When you were found guilty, I mean, did you really think this is it? Was there a moment where you kind of thought the appeals aren't going to work, I'm going to spend the rest of my life in jail?

SOLLECITO: No, I was almost hopeless but, I would never say that nothing would work. I also had the hope just I just told the truth after me. And say I have nothing. I have lost everything. The truth is more important than my life now because in any way my life is not worth of living without the truth.

COOPER: And that is why you wanted to write this book. Because Meredith Kircher's (sic) family was against the idea of the book being written, but for you why was it important for you to tell your story?

SOLLECITO: All the people understand follow the case to make people realize and understand the truth.

COOPER: We have a digital dashboard question from one of our viewers on Facebook. They wanted to know how much contact you had with Amanda's roommate, with Meredith Kircher (sic)? Did you know her well? Did you see her much?

SOLLECITO: Well, not so much because we just dated for eight days or nine days.

COOPER: I think that is one of the things a lot of people were surprised about. They kind of assumed you guys had been together for a long time and it was great love affair. You had only been together for eight or nine days with Amanda.

SOLLECITO: Yes, it sounds crazy but it is.

COOPER: You are still in touch with Amanda Knox?

SOLLECITO: Yes. We Skyped yesterday actually.

COOPER: You Skyped yesterday. What is that connection? What is that conversation like? I mean, you have been through something that nobody really else can imagine.

SOLLECITO: Our conversation we talk about family, relationship with friends. About movies, books, music, CD's anything. I mean, friends like we are good friends. We are now almost -- yes, we are almost a brother and sister. We have passed through a lot together.

COOPER: She is seeing somebody else you are not involved romantically.

SOLLECITO: No, she has a boyfriend now. I'm moving on with my life separately.

COOPER: Prosecutors in Italy have said that they want to continue forward with the case though. That they want to try to overturn the verdict, are you concerned about that?

SOLLECITO: I will defend myself until the end.

COOPER: Raffaele, I appreciate it. Thank you.

SOLLECITO: Thank you so much.

(END VIDEOTAPE)

COOPER: The book again is called, "Honor Bound". Prince William and his wife, Kate Middleton, today wrapped up their nine-day South East Asia tour as word broke that yet another magazine has published topless photos of the Duchess of Cambridge sunbathing in a private villa. We've got new development ahead.

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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

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Katie Couric interviews Raffaele Sollecito, Broadcast September 18, 2012

Couric: Raffaele Sollecito, welcome. And I know that your new book…

Sollecito: Thank you so much

Couric: … "Honor Bound, my Journey to Hell and Back" ..

Sollecito: I'm really glad to be here

Couric: … "with Amanda Knox" is out today. Thank you very much. I know this is also your first interview in English

Sollecito: Yeah, this is my first one. I'm a little bit [unintelligible]

Couric: So you're a little bit nervous yes, So we're going to make the questions clear and I will speak slowly and concisely. But a lot of people I think might be surprised, Rafaele, to learn that you only knew Amanda Knox for nine days

Sollecito: Yeah It is

Couric: When this happened, tell me what was your relationship like?

Sollecito: Well, we started our relationship since the first day we met. Umm.. It was. umm.. We kissed umm.. to, upon beautiful sparkling light outside of Perugia. And ah, just the day we met, and ah, during the night we met. And, we started ah, really it was a really nice relationship. It was a dreamy one because I was living alone in my apartment and we shared almost all the day long. We just…

Couric: You are inseparable you were together all the time?

Sollecito: Yeah, almost all the time just for the lectures we just split for, during the time of the lectures at University. And so in that period she was much more at my apartment than in their one. It was really an intensive, umm.. intensive story, but it was the start, the start of knowing Amanda. So. It, yeah, so it, it's crazy.

Couric: It, it was that sort of wonderful beginning of a new romance. You were both sort of swept off your feet. I know you were especially. So nine days into this relationship. You are finding yourself in the middle of one of the most sensational murder cases in the last decade, what was that like going from this sort of love affair with this beautiful young girl to this nightmare?

Sollecito: We, yeah, so four years of nightmare. It's hard to explain that, but just the media made, the media frenzy build up,builded up an image that doesn't exist, is not the real image of me and Amanda.

Couric: But there were some things that raised suspicions and you can understand why the two of you became a target for the investigation. I know the morning after the murder, after Amanda had spent the night with you, she went back to her apartment. She found the front door was open, that blood was in the bathroom.

Sollecito: No, no, there were literally the little droplets inside the basin.

Couric: but blood was in the bathroom..

Sollecito: No, inside the basin..

Couric: the basin, but also on the carpet. There was some on the carpet as well right?

Sollecito: No, no it was kind of a water ah, um, stain but if it was not so clear that it was blood.

Couric: Meredith's door was closed and locked, and Amanda didn't call the police. Did you find that strange? In retrospect maybe at the time you were confused about what was going on, but why do you think she didn't call the police immediately?

Sollecito: Well, she didn't know Italian very well and she had no emergency number to call. I called the local Carabinieri right after I discovered all this peculiarities but no one was thinking about something bad because the media described it like there was blood in the, in the bathroom. But, you, there, there were only very little droplets that can, can came also if your nosebleed or is bleeding, so it's not so alarming the situation you look around. And she didn't know, umm.. the broke window. Well, after I realized all the peculiarities around step-by-step I, I alerted the local Carabinieri.

Couric: And you called the police.

Sollecito: And, umm.. Yeah
Couric: But there were other things. I know Rafaele,you both claimed you were at the apartment the night of the murder, and, but your stories were sometimes inconsistent as you know. Amanda confessed to being at the scene, being at her apartment. She then recanted., You told police at one point you didn't know if she might have left your apartment that night because you were asleep so it seems there are still a lot of unanswered questions. So can you understand at least why the police considered you two suspects?

Sollecito: Well, the police, the police, the detectives they wanted it. [full response appears edited out]

Couric: You all say you were naïve as well..

Sollecito: Yeah we were, we were [uninteligible]

Couric: You didn't get lawyers..

Sollecito: We didn't, I didn't feel the need to have a lawyer because I , I didn't touch anything. I didn't get into the murder scene, I, ah, I was completely, logically for me it was impossible that I would be ever charged with a murder like that.

Couric: I think one of the strangest things that people observed following this murder was your behavior and Amanda's behavior when you all were cuddling, you were kissing, outside the murder scene, almost right after the body had been found and was being removed..

Sollecito: But, Amanda was shocked. She was completely shocked, she was staring inside, the mm.. In, in the middle of an empty space, and I was the only one who was ever there to comfort her. It was a comforting kiss. Her family was right ah, right on the other side of the world at that time. The only person she could trust at that time was just me.

Couric: but also you were snuggling at the police station. She was doing a cartwheel during your interrogation even you admit in your book Rafaele, that her behavior made you uncomfortable in retrospect.

Sollecito: No, it's not her behavior that made me uncomfortable. The detectives had eyes on us since the beginning.

Couric: So you think it was perfectly fine to be sort of cuddling and, at the police headquarters, and for..

Sollecito: no, no it wasn't fine.

Couric: I mean, I know that you've written that you did not feel comfortable with that.

Sollecito: Yeah, but I didn't feel comfortable because of the Amanda behavior. That was not the right moment because the detectives had eyes on us. So I felt comfortable, uncomfortable for that not because Amanda's personality.

Couric: When we come back. I know were going to talk about what Rafaelle thinks happened that fateful night and what it was like to reunite later with Amanda in Seattle..

[break]

[Video of Amanda in the Seattle airport]

Couric: that was Amanda Knox last October when she arrived back in Seattle after spending four years in an Italian prison. We're continuing our conversation now with Rafaele Sollecito, Amanda's ex-boyfriend, who was with her on the night of the murder of Meredith Kercher in Italy. Raffaele, you spent almost 4 years in prison. What was that like? How did you spend your days?

Sollecito: It was impossible to bear, I wish no one would experience what I experienced. Because six months at first of solitary confinement having all the world against you. It's a wound that it's hard to, to a, to heal.

Couric: Did you stay in touch with Amanda while you were in prison? Did you exchange notes and letters and communicate?

Sollecito: Yeah, um almost umm.. Once a week, almost once a week and on average and we shared any kind of thoughts, just talking about days how the days passed on, how, just sharing magazines, books, music CDs. We, we told the relationship with our families, with friends.

Couric: I know that police your lawyers even your own father tried to get you to turn on Amanda during the course of this..

Sollecito: Yeah, um

Couric: this investigation, but you didn't. Why was it so important for you to stand by her?

Sollecito: Well I cannot blame my family and my friends to just push me and say, making me realize that I was risking all my life for a girl that I had dated just for, only, something more than one week. It was terrible. And, but, I, um, just, on, on the plate there was ah, just, be, umm, umm, my life over or throw Amanda under the bus. But these two place for me had the same weight, because I cannot walk on the street being a free man just realizing that I'm the reason for a 20 years old innocent to be spend the rest of her life in prison.

Couric: What do you think happened that night?

Sollecito: well, it's hard to, umm, to imagine what happened that night to Meredith but umm, my defense team just investigating found out that Rudy Guede, this guy, was in the murder scene, did the same kind of barbary to a lawyer office almost one month before. This style was almost the same. So hmm, just realizing that this guy was over there er, umm, was used also by the prosecution to, uh, to charge us.

Couric: And he is now serving 16 years in prison for the crime and you believe justice has been served?

Sollecito: Ah well, umm.. I have other ideas about the enjailment in general.

Couric: You think the sentence should've been longer?

Sollecito: Ah, Well, I'm ah, I don't want to judge, Eh, uh, I, ah, I, ess, For what I experienced, em, for me, um the enjailment is no reason at all. So, um, it's not the amount of years that you spend in prison that can relieve, er, uh kind of, er, umm, umm, [audible gulp], kind of pain like that.

Couric: When we come back we are going to talk about your reunion with Amanda Knox.

[break]

Couric: We're back with Raffaele, Amanda Knox's Italian ex-boyfriend. I know that you reunited with Amanda in Seattle in April, you went to visit her. What was that like for you?

Sollecito: Well, um, I had to spread the image of Amanda that was a ghost brought by, er, portrayed by the media um. in a bad way thas was my nightmare for four years. And the real Amanda, th, th, they, with, during that dreamy week. So when I look at her, I was, I get stuck a little bit. I was nervous, because I, I had, I had the still psychological wounds of this nightmare that had passed in prison. And, her, the, she, her image brought me up also the image of the nightmare. But when she hugging me after a while, um, I realized that Amanda is, the Amanda that I dated for that week, she is not the Amanda that was my nightmare, the ghost Amanda that was the nightmare during the four years.

Couric: Do you wish you had never met her?


Sollecito: No. I don't regret it. Because it is not her fault. The fault is from the detectives who brought up the case.

Couric: And do you still communicate with her now? Are you in touch?

Sollecito: Yes, we Skyped, we Skype sometimes. We exchange e-mails. Last time she is sent a song for me d.d. during the last Skype communication.

Couric: I know that the prosecution is appealing your acquittal. There is a chance you could, but it is quite remote, that you could go through another trial, go back to prison. What would you say to a significant number of people who do still believe that you and Amanda were involved in the murder of Meredith Kercher what would you say to them?

Sollecito: Well, um, I'm pretty sure that they just followed the case by the media. The media frenzy created just a figure that is, is, it doesn't exist. So they created a story to brought just to keep the audience, to keep the audience and make money. They just accepted what the prosecution brought to them. But all the details, they spread around were, were without any circumstance around. They were disconnected to each other and they created a fog of nonsense. So I wrote a book and just to have the opportunity to talk about me to, to keep the figure of me..

Couric: And to give your side of the story

Sollecito: to take the figure they portrayed and take that figure back to me, to my, to my own, and just tell the truth and the story of what happened during the all over, all over this ordeal.

Couric: It seems to me that the one person almost forgotten in all of this is 21 year old Meredith Kercher who was brutally murdered that night. Her family says they are still looking for answers. What would you say to them today now that time has passed?

Sollecito: Well, um, I cannot barely imagine their pain, there suffer and I'm really sorry for that. But, and I wish them, really badly, I wish them to find out what truly happened to their daughter, because if they found the truth about what happened to her. That would be also for me, um, um, a way to move on because finding the truth is the, is also the truth for me. That we, me and Amanda, we were not there, er, during that night of the murder.

Couric: Raffaele Sollecito, the book is called "Honor Bound My Journey to Hell and Back with Amanda Knox. Thank you very much for being here today. We appreciate it. Everyone here in the audience will be getting a copy of your book. Thank you.

Sollecito: I'm really glad to be here.

Couric: Thank you. Thank you.
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Re: The Moores and other assorted AK dupes

Postby Clander » Tue Nov 06, 2012 7:27 pm

According to RS, Honor Bound will be available in Italian next year.
Honore Boundo?

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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

Postby Jools » Tue Jan 22, 2013 8:32 pm

ask.fm Raffaele Sollecito (RaffaeleSollecito) http://www.facebook.com/raffa.sollecito

What do you want to know?
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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

Postby Jools » Fri Jan 25, 2013 12:25 am

What do you want to know?
http://ask.fm/RaffaeleSollecito

Q&A pdf from Jan 22 to 24.
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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

Postby Jools » Sun Jan 27, 2013 11:15 pm

What do you want to know?
http://ask.fm/RaffaeleSollecito

Q&A: January 26 and 27.
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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

Postby Jools » Mon Jan 28, 2013 11:21 pm

What do you want to know?
http://ask.fm/RaffaeleSollecito

Q&A: January 28.
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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

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What do you want to know?
http://ask.fm/RaffaeleSollecito

Q&A: January 29-30
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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

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What do you want to know?
http://ask.fm/RaffaeleSollecito

Q&A: February 2.
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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

Postby kathman » Sun Feb 03, 2013 4:07 am

I find this Q&A stunt quite abhorrent.
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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

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What do you want to know?
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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

Postby Clander » Fri Sep 20, 2013 8:30 am

Yummi wrote:Hi everybody!

We have a "new" translation: the arrest validation hearing before Judge Matteini.
A provisional translation has been up already for a few days on the Wiki project.
This is our reviewed and corrected, "final" version; (Yummi-Clander translation).
(where the guy talks strange, it's not our fault).


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Re: RAFFAELE SOLLECITO'S OWN WORDS

Postby Jools » Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:37 pm

What Clander said! :D "where the guy talks strange, it's not our fault". I would also add here that it's neither the transcript providers of this: :mrgreen:

CNN TRANSCRIPTS:
PIERS MORGAN LIVE

Government Still Shut Down; Interview with Raffaele Sollecito
Aired October 2, 2013 - 21:00 ET
(…)
Coming next, Amanda Knox's ex-boyfriend Raffaele Sollecito he joins me exclusively to talk about the shocking murder case and his relationship with Amanda Knox.



(COMMERCIAL BREAK)



(BEGIN VIDEO CLIP)


AMANDA KNOX: What's important for me to say is just thank you everyone, who's believed in me, who's defended me, who supported my family.
(END VIDEO CLIP)



MORGAN: Amanda Knox who's murder conviction was turned out by the Italian court with strict prosecutors in Italy in backing (ph)court trying to prove Knox and her former boyfriend Raffaele Sollecito killed Meredith Kercher. One of the most sensational crime stories in recent memory.


Joining me now is Raffaele Sollecito is the author of Honor Bound, also his attorney and U.S. spokesman John Q. Kelly and Judge Mike Heavey is a retired King County Superior Court Judge and cofounder of judges for justice.


Hey Raffaele you are prepared as I understand it, to go back...



RAFFAELE SOLLECITO, AMANDA KNOX EX-BOYFRIEND: It's a pleasure to be here.


MORGAN: Well thank you for coming in the show. You're prepared to go back and face yet further questioning in this court case, if they ask you, is that your position?

SOLLECITO: I will be back when the trial gets into the court. During the first hearing, they just decided what are do's and don'ts, what's the schedule about this court of this trial. So basically, at the moment, my -- I consulted my lawyers and they told me that there's no need in this moment to me to be there.



MORGAN: You're an Italian and this is an Italian justice system, it's your country's justice system. How do you feel about the way they keep coming after you and why do you think it is? They simply don't want to believe the version of events that you and Amanda have put forward?

SOLLECITO: No -- well, it's not the justice in my -- a version of defense or Amanda, the version of defense. So, it's the real facts that tells that me and Amanda are innocent. What's the -- I don't know well -- what is going on in the mind of the judges and I just think that in my -- in the Italian system, there's something really wrong in the way -- in the rules that they sometimes, they are not respected or they are turned to harsh people and they cannot actually innocent people.

MORGAN: You don't even know Amanda Knox about a week when this happened. I mean, do you with hindsight that you'd never laid eyes on her that you had never become embroiled in such a lurid crime scandal as this become?

SOLLECITO: Yes. Well, basically, nobody will ever -- whatever -- will stay in a situation like mine. My life now is hard but it's not Amanda's fault in this situation. It's -- this situation is a fault inside the investigation at first sight and inside in a prosecution that didn't want to admit their faults.

MORGAN: When the retrial began, the court orders a new test on a knife that's found in your kitchen, which had DNA on it. What do you know about that knife?

SOLLECITO: Well basically, in my opinion just logically, it's ridiculous that's anybody will bring such a big knife from my house to another house. But upon on that, in the investigation, the forensic science found that there's amines on the blades and there's no trace of blood are nothing about Meredith Kercher DNA even if they -- the prosecution say something different, but it was contaminated because they didn't respect the protocols when they picked and dump that knife.


MORGAN: A follow up question for you Raffaele, I know, Meredith Kercher's father. I used to work with him a bit in England and they'd suffered enormously from what has happened obviously to their daughter. Although you described your life as hellish and Amanda has used similar terminology for her life now. Obviously, you both are alive and you have your lives.
What is your message to Meredith Kercher's family?



SOLLECITO
: Basically, I feel a lot of compassion for their situation and it's horrible because the -- her, their daughter is no more in this world. But I'm not responsible of that.

I -- me and Amanda would -- we have nothing to do with this crime. And I don't -- what I really want is that we don't need in this tragedy more victims. Meredith had been horribly murdered. And if it came to my sister, I will get crazy as well. But I'm just begging to look at the real facts and the truth about this case.


MORGAN: OK, let me bring in John Q. Kelly, quickly, John. What do you think will be the outcome of this later stage of this? Now, how do you feel about the legal process?

JOHN Q. KELLY, SOLLECITO'S ATTORNEY & U.S. SPOKESMAN: Well, it's a little different than ours first of all. This is the third time we're on where the courts could be hearing evidence and making a decision of innocence and guilt that quite likely, it will go up on appeal again regardless of the results. So this is going to be a legal ping-pong bill probably for the next five years with the -- you know, the fate of Amanda and Raffaele hanging on the balance all this time.

It's a difficult situation, a human tragedy for the Kercher's and a fairly (inaudible) justice for Amanda and Raffaele.



MORGAN: Judge Heavey, you've always been a strong supporter of Amanda Knox is -- it's a very divisive case. Many people have strong opinions on both sides of this. Why do you feel so strongly with your exemplary legal background that she is 100 percent innocent?

MIKE HEAVEY, CO-FOUNDER, JUDGES FOR JUSTICE: Mr. Morgan, five years ago, October of 2008, less than a year after the murder of Meredith Kercher, Rudy Guede, overwhelming evidence. Meredith's blood, his thumb print. DNA all over her body and on her clothes admits to being there was convicted and sentenced to 30 years in prison, later reduced on appeal.

He is the sole killer. This two young people have been victims themselves. My heart goes out to the Kercher family. I cried for the Kercher family. I pray for the Kercher family. But the fact is these two young people are victims themselves. They have been terrorized by this process that got way out of control and it's just a crying shame.

There is absolutely the second trial. The judge said, "There is no evidence."



MORGAN: Judge Heavey, thank you for those words. John Q. Kelly, good to see you again. And Raffaele Sollecito, thank you for joining me as well.

That's all for us tonight. And tomorrow, in Piers Morgan Live Town Hall
Special. Shutdown scare (inaudible) in front of the -- will be very lively and pretty animated audience that keep us the other night.

AC360 LATER though starts in a few minutes.
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112 calls to the Carabinieri Perugia

Postby Clander » Wed Feb 19, 2014 6:53 am

Sollecito made two calls to 112, the Carabinieri emergency number, on November 2, 2007.
The first one at 12:51 pm and the second one at 12:54 pm.

First call:


Transcript:
POLICE:
[Perugia] Carabinieri
RS:
Pronto, buongiorno, senta... ehmm... qualcuno è praticamente entrato in casa sfondando la finestra e ha messo molto disordine e c'è una porta chiusa... la via è....
RS to AK: Com'è la via?
AK:
[In background] Via della Pergola.
RS:
Via della pergola 7.
POLICE:
Via...?
RS:
della Pergola 7, a Perugia.
POLICE:
Via della Pergola 7. Abitazione signor?
RS:
Il ...ehmm... .. Amanda ..
POLICE:
Eh??
RS:
La...chi ci abita dentro è... sono un gruppo di studenti tra cui Amanda Knox.
POLICE:
Mi dia il nome ed il cellulare di uno degli affittuari.
RS:
OK. Amanda ...
POLICE:
Sì..
RS:
Eh..il cognome K, N...
POLICE:
Sì..
RS:
...O, X.
POLICE:
Sì..
RS:
Il numero di cellulare … ehhh.
POLICE:
Pronto?
RS:
Sì, sì. Sto qui, sto prendendo il numero.

[Long pause]
RS:
348
POLICE:
Sì.
RS:
46
POLICE:
Sì.
RS:
73
POLICE:
Sì.
RS:
590
POLICE:
590?
RS:
Sì.
POLICE:
Furto in abitazione, eh?
RS:
No, non ... non c'è il furto... hanno rotto la finestra... molto disordine... e c'è pure una porta chiusa... pure disordine.
POLICE:
Un attimo, eh.

[Music plays for 5 seconds]
POLICE:
Pronto??
RS:
Sì.
POLICE:
Allora guardi, cioè praticamente sono entrati .. hanno rotto un vetro .. e come sa che sono entrati?
RS:
Si vede dai segni... che c'è gocce... ci sono pure macchie di sangue nel bagno.
POLICE:
Cioè, sono entrati e. .. perché ... sono rotti ... cioè, anzi si sono tagliati rompendo il vetro?
RS:
Ehmm... questo...

[The call is cut off.]
POLICE:
Pronto??



TranslationPOLICE:
Carabinieri
RS:
Hello, good day, listen ... someone has entered the house breaking the window and has made a big mess and there is a closed door. The street is…
RS to AK: What's the street?
AK:
[Background] Via della Pergola.
RS:
Via della Pergola 7.
POLICE:
Via?
RS:
della Pergola 7, in Perugia.
POLICE:
Residence of mister...?
RS:
Ehmm... Amanda Knox.
POLICE:
Eh??
RS:
The... who lives here is... they are a group of students among which there is Amanda Knox.
POLICE:
Give me the name and mobile number of one of the tenants.
RS:
OK. Amanda.
POLICE:
Yes...
RS:
The last name K, N...
POLICE:
Yes...
RS:
O, X.
POLICE:
Yes
RS:
The mobile number... ehhh.
POLICE:
Hello?
RS:
Yes, yes, I'm here. I'm taking the number.

[Long pause]
RS:
348
POLICE:
Yes.
RS:
46
POLICE:
Yes.
RS:
73
POLICE:
Yes.
RS:
590
POLICE:
590?
RS:
Yes.
POLICE:
Theft [burglary] in the house eh?
RS:
No, there's no theft... they broke a window... there is a mess... there is also a closed door... a mess.
POLICE:
Just a moment please.

[Music plays for 5 seconds]
POLICE:
Hello?
RS:
Yes.
POLICE:
So listen, they entered... they broke a window... and how do you know they entered?
RS:
It can be seen by the signs... that there are drops... there are blood stains in the bathroom.
POLICE:
So they entered... because the [window's] broken... did they cut themselves breaking the window?
RS:
Ehmm... this...

[The call is cut off.]
POLICE:
Hello?




Second call:



Transcript:
POLICE:
Carabinieri Perugia
RS:
Sì, salve. Ho chiamato due secondi fa praticamente.
POLICE:
Qualquno è entrato in casa, ha rotto il vetro?
RS:
Sì.
POLICE:
No? Poi è andato al bagno.
RS:
Ma non lo so, cioè... se vuole venire qui magari...
POLICE:
Cosa hanno asportato?
RS:
Eh non hanno portato via niente. Il problema è che c'è la porta chiusa... ci sono macchie di sangue.
POLICE:
C'è una porta chiusa. Qual è la porta chiusa?
RS:
Di una delle coinquiline che non c'è e non sappiamo dove sia.
POLICE:
E ci sono fuori dalla porta di questa coinquilina che non c'è delle macchie di sangue?
RS:
Nel bagno ci sono le macchie di sangue.
POLICE:
Ah, nel bagno. E questa porta è chiusa. Questa ragazza... avete un cellulare, un...?
RS:
Sì, sì, abbiamo cercato di chiamarla ma non risponde da nessuna parte.
POLICE:
Va bene, adesso mando una pattuglia così verifichiamo la situazione.
RS:
OK.
POLICE:
Va bene?
RS:
OK.
POLICE:
Arrivederci.
RS:
Arrivederci.


TranslationPOLICE:
Carabinieri, Perugia.
RS:
Yes hello, I called two seconds ago.
POLICE:
Someone has entered the house and broke the window?
RS:
Yes.
POLICE:
Then they went into the bathroom.
RS:
I don't know, if you come here perhaps...
POLICE:
What did they take?
RS:
They didn't take anything, the problem is the closed door, there are bloodstains.
POLICE:
There is a closed door. Which door's closed?
RS:
[The door] of one of the flatmates who isn't here and we don't know where she is.
POLICE:
And there are blood stains outside the door of this flatmate who's not there?
RS:
The blood stains are in the bathroom.
POLICE:
Oh in the bathroom. And this door is closed. And this girl, do you have her mobile number, her ...?
RS:
Yes, yes, we tried to call her but she's not answering.
POLICE:
OK, I'll send a patrol car now and we'll check the situation out.
RS:
OK.
POLICE:
OK?
RS:
OK.
POLICE:
Goodbye.
RS:
Goodbye.
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