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
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.
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'".
Translation (source ?)
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."
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.
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
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).
Bluetit wrote:Published in the Sunday Mirror 4/11/2007
ITALY MURDER DETAILS EMERGE
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.
Bold : RS's own words according to K. Mansey.
Underlined : untrue, contradictory (compared to other versions) or (in my opinion) revealing details.
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.
All blame ((guilt)) for ...
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
Kermit | 12.04.07 - 1:03 pm | #
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
Kermit | 12.04.07 - 1:04 pm | #
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
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
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
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
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
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'.
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
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
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
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.
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."
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."
Raffaele Sollecito wrote:Name : Raffaele Sollecito
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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 ... "
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"
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)
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
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,
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)
Tiziano wrote:Jester wrote:And here's the other text that's given some extra attention on the video
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.
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.
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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