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I think it would be useful should we post here all statements by the suspects (provided by reliable sources -- inasmuch it is possible !)
Please specify (wherever possible) the relevant dates (date of statement, date of release) and url of web source.
Ideally, each statement originally made in Italian should be quoted in that language, together with an English translation (or at least summary). If that is not possible, well ... A l'impossible nul n'est tenu ! (When you can't, you can't).

- Officially released (oral or written) statements.

- Diaries and other documents written by the suspects on their own (or perhaps following their respective lawyers' advice). One such document -- Rudy Guede's "German Diary" -- need not be reproduced here, I think, since we can easily refer to it elsewhere thanks to Traduco, Sparrow and Nicki. See
On First Looking into Rudy's Diary - (Rudy's German Diary - powerpoint version)

- What about (mostly leaked) quotes from the media ? They may be regarded as unreliable, especially since the quotes attributed to a suspect are mostly fragmentary and (even if literally accurate) may be misleading because they are taken out of their context. However, they may prove useful and perhaps we might store them here as well, provided we highlight the relevant bits (those in quotation marks) by applying BOLD (or COLOUR) to them. What do you think ?

- For easier use each document posted here should have a brief heading (e.g. AK - Nov. 5, 05.45).

PS. Perhaps we should post here some telling statements by other persons than the suspects (e.g. Sollecito Sr) as well ?

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

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

RAFFAELE SOLLECITO SCRIVE AL TG NORBA

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

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

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."

"It's stupid, I can't say anything else, I was there and I cannot lie about it."


Newspaper: The Daily Telegraph
1st December report

Knox secretly bugged by investigators while talking to her parents in prison.

Sollecito: “If I am here it’s her fault above all,”

From The Times
November 14, 2007

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.

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

From the Daily Telegraph, Nov. 8th

Police said that Knox, when confronted by police with her boyfriend's evidence, admitted she had lied in previous interviews.

She maintains she played a "minimal role" in what happened, Corriere della Sera reported.

The newspaper said Knox appeared "confused" in interviews, repeatedly putting her head in her hands and shaking it, and that detectives believe she is still not telling the whole truth.

She reportedly told them during interviews on Tuesday: "I want to talk about what happened because the incident has left me really upset and I am really scared of Patrick (Lumumba), the African man who owns the pub Le Chic where I work sometimes.

"I met him on the evening of November 1 after having replied to a message he sent me, with the words 'Let's meet up'.

"We met at around 9.00pm at a basketball court in Piazza Grimana and we went to my house. I don't remember if my friend Meredith was already at home or if she came in later. All I can say is that they went off together.

"Patrick and Meredith went off into Meredith's room while I stayed in the kitchen. I can't remember how long they were in there together - I can only say that at one point I heard Meredith screaming and I was so frightened I blocked my ears.

"I don't remember anything after that - my head's all confused. I don't remember if Meredith screamed and I heard thuds too because I was upset, but I guessed what might have happened.

"I found Patrick this morning (Nov 5) in front of the language school and he asked me some questions. He wanted to know what the police had been asking me. I think he also asked me if I wanted to meet some journalists, maybe to find out if I know anything about Meredith's death.”

Of Sollecito, she said: "I don’t know for sure if Raffaele was there that night, but I do remember very well waking up at my boyfriend's house, in his bed, and I went back to my house in the morning where I found the door open."

PS. This too is a stopgap. I shall delete it when a more complete and more reliable version becomes available.

Answering questions from La Repubblica through her lawyer,

From The Times, Richard Owen December 13, 2007

Amanda Knox



“In Italy I felt intoxicated by freedom: sometimes I went a bit wild. Sometimes I did things that now I think were wrong

Answering questions from La Repubblica through her lawyer, From The Times, Richard Owen, December 13, 2007, Amanda Knox


“She was a nice girl, she loved life. It makes me feel terrible to think what happened to her. If I had been at home that evening perhaps I would be dead now too.”


“Both of us were stunned by the tragedy of Meredith’s absurd death, a tragedy we were unable to explain to ourselves. Now I and Raffaele are both suspects – both of us are in prison.

“I have tried to write to him from here but I don’t think he got my letter. I only wanted to tell him that I never believed he had accused me, and that I had never accused him.”

Asked why she had confessed that she stopped up her ears so as not to hear Ms Kercher’s screams, Ms Knox replied:

“In reality I have never confessed anything. I had nothing to confess. I said those things that are now used against me while I was in a state of great confusion.”

Knox allegedly wrote her new story in a 50-page diary which she has kept since being jailed.

The journal, which she called La Mia Prigione (my prison) was seized by police from her cell.

Reports said Knox wrote: "That night I smoked a lot of marijuana and I fell asleep at my boyfriend's house. I don't remember anything.

"But I think it's possible that Raffaele went to Meredith's house, raped her and then killed.

"And then when he got home, while I was sleeping, he put my fingerprints on the knife. But I don't understand why Raffaele would do that."

Knox also writes, if she had been at the home she shared with Meredith on the night of the murder, that "Meredith would still be alive. She was a wise, smart girl who had plenty of advice".

The diary, which police are examining, also describes her life in jail.

She adds: "I sing, write and, when I have an hour of outside time, I sit with my face in the sun, so I can get a tan.

"I have received letters from fellow inmates and ADMIRERS TELLING ME THAT I AM HOT AND THEY WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME. I have also had insulting letters."


(odd that in light of the crimes she doesn't find letters from strangers saying they want to have sex with her as insulting or inappropriate as well as being in very bad taste at such a moment)

TLC wrote:"I have received letters from fellow inmates and ADMIRERS TELLING ME THAT I AM HOT AND THEY WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH. I have also had insulting letters." (odd that in light of the crimes she doesn't find letters from strangers saying they want to have sex with her as insulting or inappopriate as well as being in very bad taste at such a moment)

[font=verdana]Hey TLC, I agree it's very odd. But it also seems perfectly in keeping with the rest of her weird behaviour: the boasting about finding the body, the upbeat comments about how she and her roomies had fun, her opinion that Meredith's death was 'absurd' (who would ever describe a murder as absurd?).

It comes across to me as a need to be the centre of attention, ie; "Look at me. Men think I'm hot and want to have sex with me". Maybe the letters she found insulting were from people NOT wanting to have sex with her??? Either way, she seems to be proud that weirdos/sickos wrote to her saying they wanted to have sex with her. If it was me, I'd feel quite nauseous to receive letters like that from men who knew I was a suspect in the murder of a young girl, and whose only thought was to get me into bed.

I think that's pretty questionable behaviour in itself. But Knox seems to take it as a huge compliment. Isn't that rather twisted under the circumstances?? Also, what's noticeably missing from her writing is genuine SHOCK and DISTRESS at what happened to her 'so-called' friend. I keep thinking it's because she was SO involved that Meredith's death didn't affect her in the same way it would have affected an innocent person. If she's guilty of murder, or of being an accessory to murder - I imagine it's easier to express 'excitement' about pervy letters from weirdos than to express sorrow for someone she loathed, and who is now dead, and if that turns out to be the case - then Knox's behaviour is spot on.[/font]

Hi Soozie


Sooz: Hey TLC, I agree it's very odd. But it also seems perfectly in keeping with the rest of her weird behaviour: the boasting about finding the body, the upbeat comments about how she and her roomies had fun, her opinion that Meredith's death was 'absurd' (who would ever describe a murder as absurd?).

TLC: Exactly, the ABSURD bit, struck me as very weird indeed, absurd applies in my mind, to her, that is why she said it, I think so, I have thought about this one quite a bit, it stuck out, a death is not absurd, it is absurd that a young girl who had everything going for her, smokes her hhead of gets involved with a loner type of guy from a rich family, then gets into such a mess, not through him, but because of a sad fatalistic happening, where they fed on one and other's negative elements.

Negative Sollecito; because he was spoilt. I do not truly see Amanda as a spoilt person. I do find it all having something to do with sexual things, not per se, that it wasa sexual crime where they planned to do something sexual to or with Meredith but where what lay under the surface was Sollecito's inexperience with girls and women. Maybe, we do ot know, he hada big hurt about his mother, but so not worry, if it is relevant, the experts involved filing up the case and adding knowledge like psychologists, psychiatrists, paediatricians, experts on criminal behaviour and a vast array of others, like social workers will be all taking part and compiling what it is that went wrong with Sollecito. The same will be going on about Knox but it will be harder seeing as Camp Knox, does not seem an upright camp at all, seeing as how family do not seem to be able to be dignified and show integrity by demonstrating that they really do want truth really do believe in it even if it would mean that their daughter is potemntially guilty of somethiong. It seems they are totally unewilling, unable to accept that she could possibly be involved in any negativity at all. So nobodyy back home is going to work on providing accurate information, like abiout what was the real scenario at the various homes of Knox.

All as is allowed to come out - seeing as all of the Camp entrances Knox have been boarded up saying Not At Home - is, She was a high performing student.

Truth is, if anyone had sense, real sense, and could see further than what their nose is long, then they'd have been able to contemplate, two and two meaning, if they thought truly about it and Knox did have mitigating circumstances somewhere, nobody in the judicial system would want to only see her vilified, there are after all, compassionate people in this world as well as butchers and killers.

Going on this way, the way of denial on every level, will see Knox driven into a position where she'll end up with the full whack, after all, her family have ventured into defamation of everything Italian. They are going into the opposite direction of mitigation, forcing the hand of law and justice to show that it is capable of putting Amanda in her place, nobody will want to be doing her any favours, her and her family have gone from one extreme to another, insulting so many people.

It really is characteristic of arrogance that Amanda has displayed the more I see of it the more I think something in that Mellas household was truly dysfunctional if this is the best they can do.
(Considering Amanda's real father had an own second family, this is why C. Mellas saw himself as Amanda's dad, a dad of 13 years of age).

Camp Sollecito; I think is at aleast as bad, dad Soll doesn't wish to ever want to have to back down, if need be, he may start trying to buy up legal players from the other side like he is running football.

Maybe the judges will be approached, I must say, nothing is brutal enough for these people.

If dad Soll had not said such lame things as he did when evidence was shown about his son, if he had not spoken for his son instead of letting his son do his own talking I might have had some respect for he man but seeing as how he is a prominent urologist, a person people in society ought to be able to look up to because such types are learn-ed fellows/womenfolk, then I lost all respect for him long ago.

Hi Soozie,


Sooz: It comes across to me as a need to be the centre of attention, ie; "Look at me. Men think I'm hot and want to have sex with me".

TLC: This bit I too found very peculiar.

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Sooz: Maybe the letters she found insulting were from people NOT wanting to have sex with her??? Either way, she seems to be proud that weirdos/sickos wrote to her saying they wanted to have sex with her. If it was me, I'd feel quite nauseous to receive letters like that from men who knew I was a suspect in the murder of a young girl, and whose only thought was to get me into bed.

TLC: that's funny, yes, it might well be, it demonstrates how far of ftrack Amanda was, to come out with this stuff. What you write now about how you as a woman would feel is what I knew and know most women would fel too.
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Sooz: I think that's pretty questionable behaviour in itself. But Knox seems to take it as a huge compliment.

TLC: It says something about what was going on with her before, just before Meredit'hs murder. Adds to how it was normal for her to be laughing smiling in a lingerie store right after Meredith's death and talking about having sex.

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Sooz: Isn't that rather twisted under the circumstances?? Also, what's noticeably missing from her writing is genuine SHOCK and DISTRESS at what happened to her 'so-called' friend.

I keep thinking it's because she was SO involved that Meredith's death didn't affect her in the same way it would have affected an innocent person.

If she's guilty of murder, or of being an accessory to murder - I imagine it's easier to express 'excitement' about pervy letters from weirdos than to express sorrow for someone she loathed, and who is now dead, and if that turns out to be the case - then Knox's behaviour is spot on.

TLC: Strength of conviction is lacking in all of her plasticy pseudo words and offerings of sorrow. She when saying Meredith was sweet and kind and things like that, intead of staying focused on the real victim then adds, AND NOW RAFFAELE AND I ARE IN PRISON>

Therefore that bit makes the rest she says, a waste, it means by saying that they are in prison that she was diverting attention from Meredith as victim to them as victims.
Because: EVERYONE KNOWS YOU ARE IN PRISON AMANDA. YOU REALLY DO NOT NEED TO NFORM ANYONE ABOUT THAT.

Meredith was a nice girl (Knox's brain: but now she is dead too bad) and NOW WE ARE IN PRISON, POOR US.

soozie UK wrote:

TLC wrote:"I have received letters from fellow inmates and ADMIRERS TELLING ME THAT I AM HOT AND THEY WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH. I have also had insulting letters." (odd that in light of the crimes she doesn't find letters from strangers saying they want to have sex with her as insulting or inappopriate as well as being in very bad taste at such a moment)

[font=verdana]Hey TLC, I agree it's very odd. But it also seems perfectly in keeping with the rest of her weird behaviour: the boasting about finding the body, the upbeat comments about how she and her roomies had fun, her opinion that Meredith's death was 'absurd' (who would ever describe a murder as absurd?).

It comes across to me as a need to be the centre of attention, ie; "Look at me. Men think I'm hot and want to have sex with me". Maybe the letters she found insulting were from people NOT wanting to have sex with her??? Either way, she seems to be proud that weirdos/sickos wrote to her saying they wanted to have sex with her. If it was me, I'd feel quite nauseous to receive letters like that from men who knew I was a suspect in the murder of a young girl, and whose only thought was to get me into bed.

I think that's pretty questionable behaviour in itself. But Knox seems to take it as a huge compliment. Isn't that rather twisted under the circumstances?? Also, what's noticeably missing from her writing is genuine SHOCK and DISTRESS at what happened to her 'so-called' friend. I keep thinking it's because she was SO involved that Meredith's death didn't affect her in the same way it would have affected an innocent person. If she's guilty of murder, or of being an accessory to murder - I imagine it's easier to express 'excitement' about pervy letters from weirdos than to express sorrow for someone she loathed, and who is now dead, and if that turns out to be the case - then Knox's behaviour is spot on.[/font]

She is delusional. Who says that kind of thing? The chick is clearly wrestling with some nightmares.

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."

"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).

Hi all,

Here is RS Memoriale (diary)

http://qn.quotidiano.net/cronaca/2007/1 ... dith.shtml

This has already been translated but it may have got lost someplace. I won't do all of it, so if someone cares to fill in the gaps, feel free. And the same goes for corrections.

"Dear Dad and Big Sister mainly, and to all those who will read these lines.
I write to you from a cold, damp isolation cell. There are spy-holes in every corner from which the police can watch you as you use the toilet. The bed is made of industrial sponge, you can't use the TV, the toilet is really dirty and I've asked them to come and clean it. Today, I got a new blanket and so at least when I sleep I'm warm..(bit about view from window and a little smile of hope d)

I don't know if it's right that I should pay so much for not being able to remember clearly the moments in time on Nov 1st, but after this experience, believe me, I'll never touch another joint in my life. While I'm writing this, a duet of Morrocans (presumably) are talking in an incomprehensible language and they are knocking on the wall of my cell. They keep complaining because they need a dose of heroin. I don't want to respond to them, I'm not interested.

At the police satation, they psychologically tortured me. They put me in handcuffs, they made me undress in front of the scientific police, I was even barefooted. I can't even blame them, given what I've said ('coglionaggine' crap, bull? please help. d). Because of the fact that I smoke cannabis, I forget even what I've eaten and also because I carry a knife, to mark tables and trees, and I carry it so regularly that I also take it to the police station.

I write to you the reconstruction of the facts. Let's start on 31st October, the day in which I went to Francesco's graduation., and I was at Paolo's house and after that I met Amanda. I passed the day with her 'cenando' (this doesn't make sense in Italian and it's grammatically wrong. Cenando means dining. d) and then she went into the centre with her face painted as a cat. I went out later with my face painted ('figura astratta'). I had a stroll in town and then met up with Amanda again. From there, we went back to my place and we watched a film. We got up the morning after at aroung 10, 11am and I wanted to sleep more, so Amanda went to her house, saying she'd wait for me for lunch. I got there around 2 and Meredith was also there, that poor girl, and she said that she'd already eaten. So I prepared lunch for both (of us d), she started playing the guitar and Meredith was getting ready to go out.

The nice (funny/odd d?) thing I remember is that Meredith was wearing a man's pair of jeans which were her ex-boyfriend's in England. She left in a hurry, around 4, not saying where she was going. Me and Amanda hung out (there d) till around 6, and we started to smoke cannabis."

I'll do the rest later.

Thanks Damian.

Such a spoilt brat Raffaele seems, he didn't help himself writing all that rubbish. I read it all again yesterday.

You see, even at customs when travelling, a person, perfectly innocent, from any walk of life, rich or poor, at random often, may be pulled out, and also, strip searched, it just really isn't that much of a big deal.

Most people, innocent people, on a flight to some place, if they happen to be one of those who gets pulled out to be thoroughly searched, it is not seen as such a big deal, pleasant it is not. Sometimes embarrassing. Pyschological torture, oh, really.

The police if they really think you are smuggling something, will get a trained officer in, to search the person internally, meaning looking in the anus by using fingers.

And Raffaele talks about psychological torture because they handcuffed him or made him strip.

Well poor dear thing, ahhh, all say ahhh, what did he want? that a melee of vestal virgins adorn his feet dressed in heavenly flowers playing harps and feeding him grapes as they massaged him head to toe?

Jeeee, poor thing.

A prison, aaah, cold, ahhhh, they looked at him through spy holes and for a day or something they didn't want him to watch TV or the thing wasn't working, how awful for him.

If he gets out, one of the first things he will do, is go to find some smoke.

He smoked, he liked it.

He did not forget things, he managed to follow his university degree training, but, when he got caught, suddenly the thing he'd used as a help/aid and the thing he liked, marijuana, made him forget what he ate, where he was, where Amanda was, when they were there.

Daddy, I will never smoke again.

It's not my fault it is the weed's fault, nasty weed, bad weed, killer weed.

So, in this way, he places responsibility for his actions elsewhere, he places everything into the hands of something else, the dreaded weed, does weed deserve this treatment?

Daddy, the two guys in the cell next door are from Morocco, they want heroin, they are speaking in some incomprehensible lingo instead of tongues.

Yes, of course, Moroccan, could it be? And, Raffaele only speaks Italian so any other language is always going to be incomprehensible to him.

I'm afraid Raffaele Sollecito's writing, comes across, as at least as contrived as Guede's and Madam Knox's.

Papa, when we go to court I think it will be in one of those old vans, with industrial seats, I am afraid I will not be getting taken in a Ferarri or a an Alfa Romeo.

I have to tell you papa, here in prigioni, I do not have an own chef or cleaner, the food, it look like something somebody brought up on a Friday night.

The cook it Albanian and the help, one of Ivory Coast extract, I also not believe what ingredients he may add and make up untrue recipes, I am Italian I want the cosa vero, non a sacco da cazzo Ivorian.

Anyway, as I write I am chiselling away at the bread they gave me, yes papa, bread and water.
The one guard he has ask to me, Raffaele do you like it here.

I say, huh, oh yes I love it, but then he explain it me, that some have not the casa, not have the house, then I realize, I had the best computer, I had the best of the best food, I drive the good car but now, I can only tell you, I am sorry to my sister, she who is second in command.

How awful for her that I am here, never mind about the poor Meredith girl's family, how sensitive of me to mention how my sister may be, actually later I was thinking who gives a damn, but, yes, I tell you now, I will never smoke the devil weed ever again.

Now papa, please hire every lawyer in Italy and get me out of here, the toilet it is a mess

Translation of RS's diary contd from above.

"It's at this point that I start having problems because my memories are confused. The first thing, me and Amanda went into the centre, from Piazza Grimana to Corso Vanucci, going round the back of the University of Foreigners and ending up in Piazza Morlacchi (we always go that way) then I don't remember but presumably, we did some shopping, we went back to my place around 8/8'30pm and I made another joint and since it was a holiday, I was talking it easy and I had no intention of going out because it was cold.

Basically, I don't remember at what time I ate, but when I ate, Amanda was definitely with me. The questions the police asked me made me remember that that day, the water pipe under the sink had come unstuck and this puzzled me (made me suspicious d) since it's not possible that it comes unstuck by itself, anyway, the fact remains that if flooded half my flat.

I remember that I surfed the net for a bit, maybe I watched a film and then that you called and that you sent me an sms saying goodnight. I remember that it was Thursday, so Amanda had to go to the pub where she usually worked, but I don't remember for how long she was gone, and I remember that she told me later that the pub was closed. (I have strong doubts about the fact that she went away) I'm really trying to remember details but they are all mixed up (confused d). Another thing about which I'm certain is that Amanda slept with me that night.

In the morning, Amanda woke up before me and I didn't want to get up, so I stayed in bed while she went to have a shower at her house.. I don't remember whether I had breakfast before or after Amanda came back to my house. I don't remember what she was wearing on Nov1 but I'm sure she changed and that she put on a white skirt and her usual black trekking shoes. (boots?d) She was clean (washed?d) and she'd brought me a Vileda mop to help me dry the floor near the sink. The night before, I'd put two cloths on the floor, but they weren't sufficent. After I mopped the floor, I maybe had breakfast around 11'30/12, I got changed and we went out."

(translated from Quotidiano link above)

Translation contd. RS's Diary, from Quotidiano.

"She had spoken to me about finding something strange at her house, that she'd found the front door open, feces in the toilet of the Italian girl's bathroom and blood in their bathroom. While we were going down Corso Garibaldi she asked me to go and see what was happening at her house. The police asked me if she had told me to say something, (unfortunately, I say now) but she didn't; everything I said I said of my own free will.

As soon as we got to the house I put the mop in the entrance (to the house d) and I went towards the rooms to see what the hell had happened. I remember those moments well because I was agitated (on edge d) and alarmed. I seem to remember seeing Amanda take the mop bucket into another room (from the text, it's not clear (explicitly stated d) but evidently the mop was taken back to Meredith and Amanda's house. ). The first thing I noticed was that the door to Filomena's room was wide open. Ah, I forgot, Amanda had opened the (front d) door with the key (something the police asked me repeatedly because she told me she found the front door wide open when she entered.

We were saying that Filomena's room was in complete disorder, broken glass on the floor, the room was really untidy (turned upside down d), there was an absurd mess. The window was broken on the left-hand side and it was open. Going forwards, I noticed that the door to Meredith's room was locked and that there were bloodstains on the sink and on the floor on the mat and the rest of the bathroom was clean. The (blood d) stains on the mat were diluted with water. Going back, I thought about getting into Meredith's room through the window and I looked to see where it was, then I discovered it was too high to access so I had second thoughts. Amanda was trying to get to the window, climbing on the railing and I stopped her. As she does climbing, she wanted to try and do something which to me was absurd. Then she repeatedly knocked on the door, shouting Meredith's name (the bedroom door obviously) because she thought Meredith was sleeping."

When I put bits in brackets, I sign it d. The rest are RS's brackets except for the one signed J, which I presume is the journalists comment. I haven't tried to shorten the sentences or make it any clearer. Do offer corrections, or questions if some of it isn't clear.

Q & A through AK's lawyers, published Dec. 12, 2007

Thanks to Kermit [Sat May 10, 2008 8:25 pm] for these links :

In Italian, from La Repubblica (12 dicembre 2007), at:

http://www.repubblica.it/2007/11/sezion ... manda.html

Translated summary from The Times (December 13, 2007) at :

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/w ... 040264.ece


PS. Thanks to Damian too (see previous posts) !

Ms Knox told the newspaper: “For a girl of 20 like me, born on the other side of the ocean, it isn’t easy to be locked up for over a month in an Italian prison.


“My mother was taken to pieces by the Anglo-Saxon papers, and they described me as if I were a monster.”


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I suppose Amanda Knox must have meant for everyone else it must be easy to be in prison.


Anglo Saxon newspapers,

when I read this line, I always picture men in those strange helmets with horns either side

This one's for TLC: LOL!! I could not resist, and said, well, if it only takes 10 minutes, I guess I can....

haha that's great May

exactly there they are, they did it!
Amanda is angry at them all

The three edits recorded at the end of this post concern corrected typos: in all of them I had typed RG when I meant RS. Freudian or what?

Damian's excellent translation of the RS diary reminds me that it contains an interesting internal inconsistency that I forgot to put in my MOP timeline.

He writes: "While we were going down Corso Garibaldi she asked me to go and see what was happening at her house. ( Mentre scendevamo da corso Garibaldi mi aveva espressamente richiesto di andare a vedere in casa sua cosa succedeva.)

This implies that they were going somewhere else than the cottage, and that she suddenly asked him to come and have a look at the open door, shit and blood that she'd told him about earlier (perhaps while he was mopping the floor with the mop he says she had just brought back with her that morning after she'd showered and changed at the Cottage).

BUT in the next paragraph he says: 'As soon as we got to the house I put the mop in the entrance ... (Appena arrivati in casa ho riposto il mocio nell’ingresso)', and goes on to say that he seems to remember that AK took its bucket to one of the other rooms.

This strongly implies that they were carrying the mop and bucket with them down Corso Garibaldi when AK just happened to ask him to come to the Cottage to check out the blood, shit etc. WHY would they be carrying the MOP and bucket if they weren't intending to go straight to the cottage when they left RS's flat?.


There is another internal inconsistency whose full significance has only just struck me.

RS writes: 'The first thing I noticed was that the door to Filomena's room was wide open. Ah, I forgot, Amanda had opened the (front d) door with the key (something the police asked me repeatedly because she told me she found the front door wide open when she entered). (Per prima cosa ho notato che la camera di Filomena (chiamata Molli) aveva la porta spalancata. Ah, dimenticavo, Amanda ha aperto la casa con le chiavi (cosa che mi hanno ripetutamente chiesto visto che lei mi aveva detto che aveva trovato la porta di ingresso spalancata quando era entrata).']

Why this insistence on a locked front door? He says that AK had told him that when she arrived earlier (to shower and change) she had found the front door open; but it would have been entirely logical for her to have locked it when she returned (with the MOP) to Corso Garibaldi after she had showered and changed (in a house with a broken window, blood on the floor etc.!). The repeated questioning on this point can only be because AK had told them that when she had found the front door open, broken windows, blood and shit inside the house, she had returned immediately to Corso Garibaldi to enlist the manly aid of RS, leaving everything exactly as she had found it. And in that case she is unlikely to have a) showered; b) changed her clothes; c) brought with her a MOCIO Vileda.

RS does not seem to be a very bright boy. It's funny how he only remembers the broken pipe because the police have questioned him about it.

Having exhausted everything that the MOP can tell us until the results of the testing of its spungiform or fibrillous head in the forensic laboratories in Rome are made public I had intended to turn my attention to that other domestic utensil, the KITCHEN KNIFE sequestrated from RS's apartment on 6th November 2007.

But I find that a somewhat bossy moderator has blocked the thread concerning that intriguing implement which should, of course, not be confused with two flick-knives (coltelli a serramanico) also confiscated from a certain connoisseur of tempered steel , one from his pocket and one from his apartment.

Perhaps someone else would like to perform a rigorous scrutiny of what we do and what we do not, know about this common-or-garden kitchen-knife: from its initial sequestration (in its plastic sheath); through the denial by Filomena and Laura that they had ever seen it at the Cottage; through its absence from Matteini's document of 9th November and its consequent absence from the subsequent appeals; through the leaking of its having on its point the DNA of MK and near its handle that of AK; through the suggestion that it, too, had been bleached; through the casting of doubt in the U.S media about the accuracy of those (as yet unconfirmed) forensic details ; through the unsupported claim that the DNA found on it could match that of half the population of the Italian peninsula (MK was half Anglo-Saxon, half Indian; what proportion of the Italian population share that genetic heritage?) up to the central role it will play in the latest appeals by the defense teams of RS and AK as reported in Frank's blog.

And, thinking of Frank's blog, I was struck by Damian's remark on Friday that: 'The local press haven't reported Frank's scoop yet. '

The local press I do not have access to; but the national and international press have maintained a deafening silence about the filing of a 22-page appeal by AK's lawyers and even about Giulia Bongiorno's intention to file something similar concerning RS. And there are few things more newsworthy in Italy than La Bongiorno.

I have always been inclined to trust Frank, the incremental irony of whose blog is one of the greatest testimonies to its impartiality. But no-one seems to have picked up on this. Curious. If Damian has something to say, I would be very grateful to hear it.

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Belle did a translation of RS's prison diary back on Haloscan II:

It can be found at
http://www.haloscan.com/comments/truecrimeweblog/4693966135668042897/
starting at timestamp belle | 12.08.07 - 4:58 pm |
and continuing as she posted subsequent pages and sections.

Alternatively, (and much better for reading), Brian S posted a single file of Belle's translation at Brian S. | 03.14.08 - 11:08 pm |
Raffaele's Prison Diary

(did you compile that file yourself, Brian?)
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OT:

But I find that a somewhat bossy moderator has blocked the thread concerning that intriguing implement which should, of course, not be confused with two flick-knives (coltelli a serramanico) also confiscated from a certain connoisseur of tempered steel , one from his pocket and one from his apartment.

Dear Minotaur,

Your Bossy Mod only did that to address a general demand that we stick to one discussion thread at a time, which is more in keeping with the anarchic flow of Haloscan that you and many others prefer. As soon as we get the function, I will merge the posts there with the discussion here.

If you wish, you can create a new topic. I have asked only that people clear new topics first, again to avoid the board clutter that posters are complaining about.

As an alternative to creating a new topic, there are two things you can do:

1. If you want to discuss the knife here, then go ahead. If you want the benefit of the posts on the subject that were left on the knife thread, I would be happy to unlock it. It's a technical problem, but this forum doesn't have the merge function yet so we can't move these posts here.

2. If you want to resume the discussion of the knife over on the existing thread, then your Somewhat Bossy Moderator has no desire to thwart that. Again, Bossy Mod was only responding to broad consensus when she locked it as a stop-gap measure.

So I will unlock the two locked threads. It would be a good idea if you let people know where the knife discussion will be taking place (here, there, or on a new thread) so it isn't happening in three different places at once.

Skeptical Bystander (Moderator)

I think that's a bad move to unlock that.
Why? because the whole thread was started in a derogatory fashion like a bunch of kids stood jeering saying ner ner ner ner ner.

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Minotaur why are you saying such stuff?

Steve thought that Skep, being a very fair person, was one of the best able to moderate a board for him and us, that ought to bring at least a little appreciation, as it is, judging by your type of post now, it is an unthankful task at most.

Did you want it to be you in fact that was asked to moderate?

Please don't start now on the moderator.

I see that Kermit has posted an image of the knife and some comments on it under the main thread. So how about taking the knife discussion there for now? I'll unlock the other topic for reference, but please don't post there.

I'll see what I can do about merging the comments from the Goodbye DNA thread, but as TLC notes, they weren't all that interesting to begin with. They were driven by the statement made here and there by persons who claim to have inside info that the knife was never admitted as evidence and the DNA is only a 20% match according to Joe T. So really, nothing we need for this discussion.

As for starting in on the Moderator, it just seems like such a boring topic! I have no power, am not famous and receive no money for this. Have mercy on me!

Skeptical Bystander (Moderator)

TLC wrote:I think that's a bad move to unlock that.
Why? because the whole thread was started in a derogatory fashion like a bunch of kids stood jeering saying ner ner ner ner ner.

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Minotaur why are you saying such stuff?

Steve thought that Skep, being a very fair person, was one of the best able to moderate a board for him and us, that ought to bring at least a little appreciation, as it is, judging by your type of post now, it is an unthankful task at most.

Did you want it to be you in fact that was asked to moderate?

Please don't start now on the moderator.

TLC,

Minotaur will correct me if I am wrong but I think he used "bossy moderator" as a term of endearment. Maybe I am wrong but I sort of thought is was kind of funny. It is so hard to communicate with ONLY written words. Many things written in jest can fall flat without the benefit of the voice tone and body language.

Transcript of Amanda Knox's handwritten statement to police on the evening of November 6, the day she was arrested:

(Sorry, for the time being I can't find the source. I shall try to add it later. B.)

" This is very strange, I know, but really what happened is as confusing to me as it is to everyone else. I have been told there is hard evidence saying that I was at the place of the murder of my friend when it happened. This, I want to confirm, is something that to me, if asked a few days ago, would be impossible.

I know that Raffaele has placed evidence against me, saying that I was not with him on the night of Meredith's murder, but let me tell you this. In my mind there are things I remember and things that are confused. My account of this story goes as follows, despite the evidence stacked against me:

On Thursday November 1 I saw Meredith the last time at my house when she left around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Raffaele was with me at the time. We, Raffaele and I, stayed at my house for a little while longer and around 5 in the evening we left to watch the movie Amelie at his house. After the movie I received a message from Patrik [sic], for whom I work at the pub "Le Chic". He told me in this message that it wasn't necessary for me to come into work for the evening because there was no one at my work.

Now I remember to have also replied with the message: "See you later. Have a good evening!" and this for me does not mean that I wanted to meet him immediately. In particular because I said: "Good evening!" What happened after I know does not match up with what Raffaele was saying, but this is what I remember. I told Raffaele that I didn't have to work and that I could remain at home for the evening. After that I believe we relaxed in his room together, perhaps I checked my email. Perhaps I read or studied or perhaps I made love to Raffaele. In fact, I think I did make love with him.
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However, I admit that this period of time is rather strange because I am not quite sure. I smoked marijuana with him and I might even have fallen asleep. These things I am not sure about and I know they are important to the case and to help myself, but in reality, I don't think I did much. One thing I do remember is that I took a shower with Raffaele and this might explain how we passed the time. In truth, I do not remember exactly what day it was, but I do remember that we had a shower and we washed ourselves for a long time. He cleaned my ears, he dried and combed my hair.

One of the things I am sure that definitely happened the night on which Meredith was murdered was that Raffaele and I ate fairly late, I think around 11 in the evening, although I can't be sure because I didn't look at the clock. After dinner I noticed there was blood on Raffaele's hand, but I was under the impression that it was blood from the fish. After we ate Raffaele washed the dishes but the pipes under his sink broke and water flooded the floor. But because he didn't have a mop I said we could clean it up tomorrow because we (Meredith, Laura, Filomena and I) have a mop at home. I remember it was quite late because we were both very tired (though I can't say the time).

The next thing I remember was waking up the morning of Friday November 2nd around 10am and I took a plastic bag to take back my dirty cloths to go back to my house. It was then that I arrived home alone that I found the door to my house was wide open and this all began. In regards to this "confession" that I made last night, I want to make clear that I'm very doubtful of the verity of my statements because they were made under the pressures of stress, shock and extreme exhaustion. Not only was I told I would be arrested and put in jail for 30 years, but I was also hit in the head when I didn't remember a fact correctly. I understand that the police are under a lot of stress, so I understand the treatment I received.

However, it was under this pressure and after many hours of confusion that my mind came up with these answers. In my mind I saw Patrik in flashes of blurred images. I saw him near the basketball court. I saw him at my front door. I saw myself cowering in the kitchen with my hands over my ears because in my head I could hear Meredith screaming. But I've said this many times so as to make myself clear: these things seem unreal to me, like a dream, and I am unsure if they are real things that happened or are just dreams my head has made to try to answer the questions in my head and the questions I am being asked.

But the truth is, I am unsure about the truth and here's why:

1. The police have told me that they have hard evidence that places me at the house, my house, at the time of Meredith's murder. I don't know what proof they are talking about, but if this is true, it means I am very confused and my dreams must be real.

2. My boyfriend has claimed that I have said things that I know are not true. I KNOW I told him I didn't have to work that night. I remember that moment very clearly. I also NEVER asked him to lie for me. This is absolutely a lie. What I don't understand is why Raffaele, who has always been so caring and gentle with me, would lie about this. What does he have to hide? I don't think he killed Meredith, but I do think he is scared, like me. He walked into a situation that he has never had to be in, and perhaps he is trying to find a way out by disassociating himself with me.

Honestly, I understand because this is a very scary situation. I also know that the police don't believe things of me that I know I can explain, such as:

1. I know the police are confused as to why it took me so long to call someone after I found the door to my house open and blood in the bathroom. The truth is, I wasn't sure what to think, but I definitely didn't think the worst, that someone was murdered. I thought a lot of things, mainly that perhaps someone got hurt and left quickly to take care of it. I also thought that maybe one of my roommates was having menstral [sic] problems and hadn't cleaned up. Perhaps I was in shock, but at the time I didn't know what to think and that's the truth. That is why I talked to Raffaele about it in the morning, because I was worried and wanted advice.

2. I also know that the fact that I can't fully recall the events that I claim took place at Raffaele's home during the time that Meredith was murdered is incriminating. And I stand by my statements that I made last night about events that could have taken place in my home with Patrik, but I want to make very clear that these events seem more unreal to me that what I said before, that I stayed at Raffaele's house.

3. I'm very confused at this time. My head is full of contrasting ideas and I know I can be frustrating to work with for this reason. But I also want to tell the truth as best I can. Everything I have said in regards to my involvement in Meredith's death, even though it is contrasting, are the best truth that I have been able to think.

[illegible section]

I'm trying, I really am, because I'm scared for myself. I know I didn't kill Meredith. That's all I know for sure. In these flashbacks that I'm having, I see Patrik as the murderer, but the way the truth feels in my mind, there is no way for me to have known because I don't remember FOR SURE if I was at my house that night. The questions that need answering, at least for how I'm thinking are:

1. Why did Raffaele lie? (or for you) Did Raffaele lie?
2. Why did I think of Patrik?
3. Is the evidence proving my pressance [sic] at the time and place of the crime reliable? If so, what does this say about my memory? Is it reliable?
4. Is there any other evidence condemning Patrik or any other person?
3. Who is the REAL murder [sic]? This is particularly important because I don't feel I can be used as condemning testimone [sic] in this instance.

I have a clearer mind that I've had before, but I'm still missing parts, which I know is bad for me. But this is the truth and this is what I'm thinking at this time. Please don't yell at me because it only makes me more confused, which doesn't help anyone. I understand how serious this situation is, and as such, I want to give you this information as soon and as clearly as possible.

If there are still parts that don't make sense, please ask me. I'm doing the best I can, just like you are. Please believe me at least in that, although I understand if you don't. All I know is that I didn't kill Meredith, and so I have nothing but lies to be afraid of. "

I would love to see the actual copy of her handwritten statement. That has never been released? Or not until trial I suppose. That will be so interesting.

AK's written statement is transcribed along with misprints at

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jh ... xml&page=1

While we're on the subject, do consider the fish"

"One of the things I am sure that definitely happened the night on which Meredith was murdered was that Raffaele and I ate fairly late, I think around 11 in the evening, although I can't be sure because I didn't look at the clock. After dinner I noticed there was blood on Raffaele's hand, but I was under the impression that it was blood from the fish. After we ate Raffaele washed the dishes but the pipes under his sink broke and water flooded the floor."

Frozen fish don't bleed; so this was a fresh fish. But November 1 is a major public holiday, and the fish-mongers would have been closed. Do we think AK and RS bought the fish on Haloweén to save up for that special Ognimorti dinner on an evening when AK was supposed to be working at Le Chic?

Note also the insistence on 11p.m. (the same time as RS's father allegedly phoned; though we know that he didn't).

RS and AK were at that moment (6th November) desperately trying to give themselves alibi's for 11 pm.

The could be two reasons for this: either they know what happened at the cottage happened at 11 pm; or the interrogators were under the assumption that they had and kept returning to this bewitching hour.

Funny how the sink keeps breaking at different times.

All a bit fishy, don't you think.

Thanks Minatoar,
I'd still like to see a picture of AK's original notes, just to look at her handwriting, etc. Nice point about the fish. And isn't fish usually cleaned anyways? The whole story just goes on and on. It's funny, I wonder at both RS and AK immediately aware that 11pm or so would be a major point. At that point, for all they knew, Meredith could have been murdered at 6am.

Jumpy,
I remember seeing a background shot of AK's diary and hence her handwriting on the 48 Hours show. It must be during the last 15 minutes, which is the only part I saw. I believe it is when Edda Mellas is being interviewed and says that she believes what her daughter has said and written. Maybe you can access the video.

Regarding Amanda's written statement: In response to the Police asking why it took so long for her to call the Police regarding the suspicious circumstance she found at her home on the morning of November 2nd she suggests "I definitely didn't think the worst, that someone was murdered", "perhaps someone got hurt and left quickly to take care of it", "maybe one of my roommates was having menstral [sic] problems and hadn't cleaned up", and "perhaps I was in shock". In shock? About what? Raff's broken drain pipe?

FBN wrote:

In shock? About what? Raff's broken drain pipe?

It is true that going from "thinking nothing of it" to "being in shock" runs the entire gamut of emotions for a single event, adding to the "take your pick quality" of most of the statements made by AK and RS that we have access to. I think this may be why so many people believe they are not telling the whole truth and that this is not because they were coerced or fearful. One gets the feeling that they're saying, if you don't like this, how about that? No? How about this? Does that sound plausible?

It's like saying when I saw my grandmother lying motionless on the ground I thought she was sleeping or just not breathing or maybe just dead. It was either indifference or shock that led me to assume nothing was amiss and go about my business rather than taking immediate action.

Is Amanda Knox cunning? Well, when told that there is hard evidence placing her at the scene of the muder she says, "I don't remember FOR SURE if I was at my house that night" and proceeds to play cop by posing questions that she thinks still need to be answered. "Did Raffaele lie?", she asks in a direct challenge to ILE. She then teases them with, "Why did I think of Patrik?" and strongly implies that there is evidence implicating someone else. She goes on to say that if there is evidence placing her at the murder scene and she does not remember being there, then she cannot be counted on to provide reliable testimony, particularly in regards to condeming anyone. A fine game of cat and mouse.

Published in the Sunday Mirror 4/11/2007

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

A friend of murdered British student Meredith Kercher told last night how he discovered her body in her blood-spattered bedroom.
Raffaele Sollecito, 23, relived the horror of finding the body of the pretty brunette who died when her killer broke into her home and cut her throat as she lay in her bed.
"It is something I never hope to see again," he said. "There was blood everywhere and I couldn't take it all in.
"My girlfriend was her flatmate and she was crying and screaming, 'How could anyone do this?'"
Meredith, 21, who had been studying in Perugia, Italy since August, was murdered the day after a Halloween fancy dress party at the city's British-themed Merlin Pub on Wednesday.
On Thursday she posted happy snaps of herself in fancy dress on the internet and in the evening had returned home alone after watching a film at a friend's house.
But her flatmates - two Italian girls and one American - had all stayed out for the night, so the gruesome discovery wasn't made until the next day.
Raffaele had spent the night at his own house on the other side of the city with his girlfriend, Meredith's American flatmate Amanda Knox, 22.
He said: "It was a normal night. Meredith had gone out with one of her English friends and Amanda and I went to party with one of my friends.
"The next day, around lunchtime, Amanda went back to their apartment to have a shower."
As Amanda, from Washington DC, stepped into house [sic B] she could tell there was something terribly wrong.
Raffaele said: "When she arrived the front door was wide open. She thought it was weird, but thought maybe someone was in the house and had left it ajar.
"But when she went into the bathroom she saw spots of blood all over the bath and sink. That's when she started getting really afraid and ran back to my place because she didn't want to go into the house alone. So I agreed to go back with her. When we walked in together, I knew straight away it was wrong. It was really eerily silent and the bathroom was speckled with blood like someone had flicked it around, just little spots.
"We went into the bedroom of Philomena (another flatmate who was away) and it had been ransacked, like someone had been looking for something. But when we tried Meredith's room, the door was locked. She never normally locked her bedroom door and that really made us frightened."
Their panic grew as they desperately banged on her door.
Raffaele said: "I tried to knock it down. I thought maybe she was ill... I made a dent, but I wasn't strong enough on my own so I called the police."
When police arrived they knocked the door down straightaway and Raffaele followed them into the room.
"I couldn't believe what I was seeing," he said. "It was hard to tell it was Meredith at first but Amanda started crying and screaming. I dragged her away because I didn't want her to see it, it was so horrible.
"It seems her killer came through the window because it was smashed and there was glass all over the place. It was so sinister because other parts of the house were just as normal."
Raffaele, a computer science student, said Meredith had recently started seeing an Italian neighbour called Giacamo [sic B] who lived in the apartment beneath the girls. He said: "Meredith was always smiling and happy. She was really popular and it's horrible that someone would want to hurt her."
Police hunting for the killer found two mobile phones in nearby Parco Saint Angelo, a favourite hang out for heroin addicts.
(...)

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Bold : RS's own words according to K. Mansey.
Underlined : untrue, contradictory (compared to other versions) or (in my opinion) revealing details.
Bluetit

Amanda asks "Why did I think of Patrik? So she offered him up on her own? And here I though the ILE coerced and beat it out of her...

Raffael stated, "Amanda and I went to party with one of my friends." Did that particular friend happen to have the initials RG? Did anyone happen to die at that party?

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.

[font=Comic Sans MS]I also find it interesting that despite the blood 'all over' the bath and the sink she still went and had a shower. According to Chris mellas on Haloscan she didn't 'truly' become frightened until the amazing disappearing turd which apparently caused her to think someone else was in the cottage with her and had flushed the toilet whilst she was in the shower. This amazingly 'reappeared' again later. But, that version differs from Raf's as according to him it was the sight of the blood that sent her scurrying out...although clearly not before putting a load on in the washing machine and having her shower...the same load she was supposedly going home to collect to take 'back' to Raf's. In fact, Mellas stated she didn't go back to Raf's at all but called him on the cell and he came to her, then claimed strained memory when I pointed out the inconsistencies. It all has a very bad smell, and I'm not just referring to the contents of the toilet.[/font]

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the end, I think that being in college you can better manage your goals and achieve your degree ((diploma)) earlier (you don't have other things to think about). All of this is positive until they start getting
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 | #

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


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

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



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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hadn't read the whole RS diary. He is losing his mind in jail. And crazy. And very scary. He likes his celebrity!

All the information in this post is taken from the Messaggero Umbria. This paper does seem to have the best contacts with ILE so I'd imagine that most of this stuff is either police information or police misinformation. Make of it what you will.

Nov3.
'She never went anywhere without them.' (mobile phones d)', say people who knew Meredith.
AK arrived at the cottage at the same time as the postal police.
ERT arrived from Rome in the evening of Nov2.
AK and RS arrived at the cottage at almost the same time as the postal police.
Blood was found on the broken window.
A woman with a golden broach and a light, fuxia scarf is pacing up and down outside the cottage. She has tears in her eyes and her husband is behind her. "My son saw her. She was covered by the matress, a foot sticking out of the bed." "Please, no names. My son is the American's boyfriend, 'una storia tranquilla'. What was she like? Sweet, cheerful, 'serena'...she had dark hair and eyes. She didn't look English, she looked a bit Oriental. There were four of them in that house, two Italians and two foreigners. But the other night there was only the English girl. I'd told them many times, 'Girls, make sure you are not home alone in the evening, you never know." (what may happen d)
Police seize a file with notes and a card with unclear/faint handwriting on it. (grafia incerta')

Nov4.
Police are not excluding the possibility that more than one person was involved in the murder.
Meredith fought with her assailant(s) before being killed.
Mignini spoke to AK in the garden of the cottage for an hour and a half. He also spoke at length to a young Italian man.

Nov5.
Blood found in the downstairs flat. Blood also found on a dark coloured jumper.

Nov7.
The paper claims this was one of the questions AK was asked during the interrogation. "Did you hold her down, holding her neck? Was that you?" The paper claims AK broke down and started crying at this point.

Nov12.
Giacomo Silenzi says the girls always asked who it was before opening the door.

Nov14.
Blood found in the downstairs flat on the duvet and on the light switch.
The house where the phones were found and the cottage have different 'ponte radio di cellulare'.
Reports that TOD was between 2am and 4am was a trap to see if alibis were offered for this time.

All this information is from the Messaggero Umbria.

Nov15.
Police seize a 'spugnetta' and a 'fazzoletto di carta', a sponge and a paper tissue, from RS's flat. There's blood on them. RS's lawyers say their client suffers from 'epistassi', nosebleeds.
RS on AK, "L'amavo, ma poi e' stata la mia rovina."
The paper claims AK said this to the police on Nov2. (obviously, this is my translation, so these are not the exact words.) "I went into the bathroom near my bedroom to have a shower when I noticed some drops of blood on the floor and more blood on the bathmat outside the shower. It seemed strange to me..." (In Italian it's clear that there was more blood on the bathmat than elsewhere)
The journalist talks about the first time AK accuses Patrick. Then, 5 hours later, at 05'45am, with the PM present, she repeats the accusations agaisnt Patrick and says she isn't sure if RS was there too or not.
RS and AK's DNA found on two 'strofinacci' found at the cottage. There is also bleach on the cloths, but no blood.

Nov17.
Police seize AK's bag, the one she took with her to the prison.
Police seize a bottle of bleach, receipts and more cloths from RS's place.
2 of RS's 5 hard disks were cloned by the police.
RS's landline is being analysed to see when the computer was connected to the internet.
Hairs found in RS's shower are taken for analysis, along with more bleach.

Nov18.
Police believe the body was moved. The journalist wonders why; to get at something underneath or to cover tracks/traces?

Nov19.
The washing machine had just finished it's cycle when police arrived.
The journalist poses this question, 'Where was Meredith killed?". They claim that she wasn't killed where she was found. The paper claims AK said this on Nov2. Again, this is my translation of the Italian. "I heard Filomena shout 'a foot, a foot' while the police moved us out of the building. I learnt in that moment from my boyfriend that in the room, in the wardrobe, was a girl's body covered with a sheet, and the only thing you could see was a foot."
3 receipts from RS's place; none of them dated Nov2.

Nov20.
Traces of RG's blood found in Meredith's room.
RG seen at Red Zone a few days ago. Also reports of sightings in Ponte Pattoli and the centre of Perugia.

Nov21.
Some reports say Meredith's blood was found on RS's underwear. RS's lawyers.."It's an enormous lie, whoever says that will be sued. The blood found on our client's underwear belongs to Amanda."

Nov23.
RG's DNA was obtained from his toothbrush.

Nov24.
It is believed that 2 knives were used in the attack.
RG "The American wasn't there that night. I saw only a man, an Italian."
Meredith's clothes were found in the still warm washing machine.

Nov27.
RG didn't meet Meredith at a haloween party.
RG never exchanged any sms messages with Meredith.
Meredith wasn't waiting for him at home.


Again, all this information is from Messaggero Umbria. Make of it what you will.

Hi Damian, thanks for posting this. I have checked some of the facts against what was reported by the national press (namely Corriere and Repubblica), and I've noticed some discrepancies-of course there could be more, I was going by memory. As for AK revealing the position of MK body before it was moved, which to me seems quite an important clue, the reports are similar.

1) Nov 20:
Traces of RG's blood found in Meredith's room.
RG seen at Red Zone a few days ago. Also reports of sightings in Ponte Pattoli and the centre of Perugis after the murder-
Repubblica writes that Rudy went to Milan the day after Meredith was killed where he he had a close encounter with the cops because he was carrying a small amount of drugs and disappeared afterwards until police tracked him down via the Internet with the help of Rudy's friend. From the Messaggero I understand that he was spottend in the days following the murder-maybe I misunderstood.
.http://www.repubblica.it/2007/11/sezion ... -uomo.html

2) Nov 15 and 14:
Blood found in the downstairs flat. Blood also found on a dark coloured jumper. Blood found on a light switch
Corriere writes that it is not human blood and it belongs to the cat. Cat's blood on the light switch ??Was the cat killed ?
http://74.125.39.104/search?q=cache:hbx ... =clnk&cd=4

3) Nov 19th: also reported by Corriere&Repubblica: AK said that Meredith body was in the cabinet, which was not when she was found.The detail of the foot sticking out the sheet (which was a duvet really) is accurate though, so they did get a glimpse of the room. If indeed AK said the body was "in" the cabinet and not "near" the cabinet then she might have been there when MK was murdered, but left the room before the body was moved.

Hi Nicki. This Repubblica article says RG was in Milan 5 days before the murder. The article also says Meredith's blood was on the sponge taken from RS's appartment.
http://tinyurl.com/4vre7h
The local rag also reported that cat's blood was found in the downstairs flat. I posted that information because, like you, I was wondering how it could've got on the light switch, if it is the cat's.
I'm sure there's an explanation.

Damian.

Many many thanks for this. It is incredibly useful.

Just a few quick points.

The cat had an injured ear, and anyone who fondled it might have got blood on his finger and left a smear on a lightswitch or elsewhere. I looked at reports about the downstairs flat pretty thoroughly some time ago, and concluded that it had played no role at all in the murder -- though there have been various lurid speculations about it on blogs and in the press.

Only the postal police can confirm who could have seen inside the room when they broke the door down. Reports about the foot appeared in the press pretty early. The postal police will certainly say that none of the lay witnesses present could have seen into the room, as they will have to guard themselves against accusations of possibly corrupting the crime scene. I personally suspect that one of the policeman must have entered the room and lifted the duvet, if only to ascertain whether or not the owner of the leg was alive and needed assistance.

The report about a false TOD being used as a trap is interesting. I have long suspected that the police also used the arrest of PL as a trap to lure RG, whose identity they must have realised from fairly early on from fingerprints, into a false sense of securty.

"I'm writing this because I want to remember. I want to remember because this is an experience not many people will ever have. I am not saying I am glad everything that has happened has happened. If it were up to me, my friend would never have been killed and we would still live together in our house...We got on well together. We all had our own parts of the house. Meredith was the most studious and also used to go out with her friends to the disco and to dinner. She was very intelligent and always a good friend to me. She gave me advice and protected me when I found myself in difficult situations. She was the most solitary among us, but only because at home she loved to stay in peace and read her crime/mystery novels, but at the same time she used to join us to watch silly programmes on TV. And then there was me, the smallest, the youngest, but also very particular. ('particulare' my least favourite word in Italian since it means a whole host of things. Here maybe it means different from the others but I'm only guessing. d) I do things like sing and play the guitar... I want to remember also how I remembered everything that happened that night.

I was in my cell, thinking and thinking, in the hope of remembering, in the hope of having done the right thing, worried that maybe the police were right, maybe I had seen Meredith's death, maybe I was confused and not able to remember such a tragic thing. But it's not like this. In my cell I was waiting for an answer from/through my mind when a nun appeared at my door. She told me to have patience because God knows everything and would help me to remember. Everything came flooding back to me, one detail after another, until the moment in which my head fell against the pillow and I fell asleep when Meredith was killed.

I know I'm not suspected of murder because Meredith was raped and killed, but the police want to think that I'm involved. They'll probably shout at me again and call me a liar and say I'm protecting someone... I remember what I did that night and there's no way they can prove I was there and especially in Meredith's room because it's impossible. They lied to me when they said I was at home. I WAS NOT AT HOME and so they can't prove it. I'm irritated/annoyed that they lied to me about this. They think I'm involved and it's sad because it means they have no idea what happened. They don't know who killed my friend.

" What I want to do is to walk out of here with no proof against me, held in the arms of my mother in a big hug. She will also cry when she sees me. When I can get out of here with her, hand in hand, I'll know that I'm finally free. To meet Raffaele and to ask him why. What's he afraid of if he's telling these lies about me. It's something which I really can't explain. He's important to me and when I look inside myself I see that he is still important to me. I really want to know why he wants to tell the police that I have something to do with this when I know he knows I've got nothing to do with this. Why should he say I told him to lie? It makes no sense...

All I have is this pen and this last page... How will I be after all this? I don't think I'll go around by night alone. I also hope I won't be afraid to be by myself. I don't want to be traumatized by all this. I want to be happy like I used to be and a little bit more cautious. I imagine I've grown up a bit... Maybe now I know that the world can be a dangerous place and the rest. But the world must believe me because this is the truth."


This is translated from 'Meredith, cronaca di un delitto' (murena editrice) I don't claim that these are the words of AK. I've translated from the Italian of this book. They claim that these words were the Italian translation of a part of 'My Prison' written by AK. I've translated them back.

Last edited by damian on Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:01 pm; edited 1 time in total

In 'Meredith, Cronaca di un Delitto' you can find part of Kokomani's interview with the police. It's pretty much the same as what has already been translated here (although I don't see the bit about going back the following night)... with this bit tagged on at the end.

"Afterwards I went to a bar in Elce but it was closed, so I went to a cafe where there were some Albanian aquaintances of mine. I told them I'd seen some Italians with knives but they didn't listen/believe me and told me to drop it. I also showed them the photos, even if you couldn't see well but these told me to forget about it because if I called the police it could only be a problem for them.

In the following days I learnt that a girl had been killed in that zone. Then I read in the (local ndr) paper at a cafe all the details and realised that the crime was committed at the house with the garden where the coloured guy was, near which I'd seen the young man and woman with the knives. After a few days I saw the photos of RS and AK and I recognized them without a shadow of doubt as the young man and woman who got up in front of my car and both had knives. I didn't speak for a long time out of fear, I also went back to Albania. Afterwards, I told my lawyer what had happened and he told me to come to you."

Translated from 'Meredith Cronaca di un Delitto' page 144.
Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 4:25 am

This is my translation of the young woman's testimony, the one who saw a young coloured man running away from the cottage at around 10'30/40pm Nov 1.

"The evening of Nov 1 I had dinner with my boyfriend... we arrived at 8pm but the place was full and they told us to come back at 9pm. We wandered around Corso Vanucci and then went back to eat. As soon as we finished eating we left immediately because it was very cold. We walked down the steps, adjacent to Piazza Grimana, which lead to the Sant' Antonio car park where we had left our car. As we were going down the steps, a coloured man who was running very quickly towards Via Pinturicchio, bumped into my boyfriend with force. We thought this was odd.

Once we were down the steps we noticed that a car had broken down near the cafe near the car park. I remember that an Italian man was asking for the intervention of a pick-up truck... The time when we saw the man running would have been between 10'30 / 10'40pm."

Translated from 'Meredith Cronaca di un Delitto', page109.
Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 4:25 am

From Corriere dell'Umbria, August 31st - translated and posted by DAMIAN

'On the evening of Nov2 , while we were waiting to be interviewed at the Police station, I saw Amanda write in a notebook and pass it to Sollecito who was by her side. He then wrote something and passed it back to Amanda. It was as if they were communicating something.'

It's F.R. speaking, Meredith and Amanda's flatmate, in front of the pm Giuliano Mignini... It's the 'verbale di assunzione di informazioni' December3 2007...The notebook has not been found...

'On the evening of Nov5', F continues, 'at 22'39, I received a call from Amanda who told me that she was at the police station after having accompanied Sollecito there and she then asked if me and L. intended to live with her again and said that her mother was arriving and she wanted to meet me.' ...

'I met Meredith' as written in the 'verbale' of the pm, 'at the start of September this year and she was the first to take the appartment while Amanda arrived at the end of the month. Meredith and Amanda were quite close at the start, then I had the impression that their friendship had cooled.

We all had the keys to the appartment and the front door had to be locked because it was defective and if you didn't lock it, it stayed open.

I saw Meredith for the last time on 31/10/2007 around 7pm. We had a chat at our place. I spent that evening at my boyfriend's M.Z. house.

At around 12'30pm Nov1, I went back to Via della Pergola with my boyfriend to change clothes because we were going to lunch at L.A's house, a friend of my boyfriend. Amanda was there sitting at the kitchen table wearing a white and dark grey-striped top.'...
'We left the house around 1pm and didn't go back till the day after.

In the morning of Nov2 I went to my friend's P.A. house in Elce. P.A. is L.A.'s girlfriend. We decided to go to the Fair of the Dead in Pian di Massiano and we arrived around 12'20/12'30pm. While we were trying to park the car, I received a call from Amanda who told me that she had slept at Raffaele's house and that when she had gone back to out house she had found the door open and blood in her bathroom. She told me that she'd had a shower, that she was scared and that she was going to call Raffaele Sollecito. It seemed really strange to me and I asked her to check that the house was in order and to call the police or Carabinieri. This happened around 12'35pm. We spoke to each other for the third time around 12'45pm and she told me that the window in my room was broken and that my room was in a mess. At this point I asked her to call the police and she told me that she already had.'

FRANK'S UNTRANSLATED ARTICLES

INTRODUCTION

In the early days of Frank's blog on Perugia Shock, Frank had no translator volunteer and finding translation difficult himself, some of Frank's most early case related articles were never published in English. Since all Frank's articles can be considered of information value and are an important part of the record, I shall translate all of the untranslated articles and place them here within this post, adding to them over time.

Translation Method: Google Translate


ORIGINAL ARTICLE:

Date: Wednesday, November 20, 2007

Il Più Fortunato

Lumumba Diya, detto Patrick, nato a Kindu il 5/5/1969, ha vinto alla lotteria.
Con la morte di Meredith lui non c'entra niente ma i giornali inglesi vogliono lo stesso la sua intervista. 30.000... 40.000.... 70.000 € (o sterline...) pare un giornale inglese abbia offerto per la sua intervista in esclusiva. Ma questi inglesi che pensano che gli dica Patrick?
A volte è un vantaggio essere italiani. Ci si sente meno polli.


TRANSLATED ARTICLE:

The More Fortunate

Lumumba Diya, said Patrick, born in Kindu on 5/5/1969, won the lottery.
With the death of Meredith he has nothing to do with anything but English newspapers want the same his interview. 30,000 ... 40,000 .... € 70,000 (or pounds ...) seems a British newspaper has offered for his exclusive interview. But these British who think that says Patrick?
Sometimes it's an advantage to be Italians. You feel less chickens.

http://perugia-shock.blogspot.com/2007/ ... rugia.html


ORIGINAL ARTICLE:

Date: Wednesday, November 21, 2007


Rudy: "Ci sono andato con Patrick"

Domenica scorsa Il Giornale dell'Umbria aveva contattato (o creduto di contattare) tramite uno o due intermediari Rudy Guede in fuga.
Secondo questo ipotetico colloquio Rudy dichiara: "Quella sera sono andato con Patrick a casa di Meredith. Ci ho trovato Amanda e Raffaele. Meredith era già stata colpita. Le avevano lasciato un cuscino in faccia che io ho spostato. Poi sono scappato perché avrebbero incolpato me dati i miei precedenti per droga".
La casa di Rudy, in via del canerino 26, vicino a quella di Raffaele, è stata setacciata. Trovato un lungo capello nero e un'impronta di scarpa interessante, in quanto simile a quella trovata sulla scena del delitto.
L'impronta sulla scena del delitto è 42 e 1/2, stesso numero di Raffaele. Il numero di Rudy è 45. Ancora non si sa il numero della scarpa che ha lasciato l'impronta a casa di Rudy. Potrebbe essere anche quella di Raffaele.
Ricordiamoci che i due telefonini di Meredith furono buttati in un giardino nelle immediate vicinanze delle case di Raffaele e Rudy.
Rudy era conosciuto da tutto il vicinato. Ma non da Raffaele, secondo quanto da ieri dichiarano i suoi avvocati.


TRANSLATED ARTICLE:


Rudy: "We went with Patrick"


Last Sunday Il Giornale dell'Umbria had contacted (or believed to contact) through one or two intermediaries Rudy Guede fleeing.
According to this hypothetical interview Rudy declares: "That evening I went with Patrick at home to Meredith. There I found Amanda and Raffaele. Meredith had already been hit. Had left a cushion in the face that I moved. Then they escaped because they were blamed data me my previous drug. "
The house of Rudy, as a matter of canerino 26, close to that of Raphael, was sifted. Found a long black hair and a footprint of shoe interesting, as similar to that found on the scene of the crime.
The imprint on the scene of the crime is 42 and 1 / 2, the same number of Raffaele. The number of Rudy is 45. Still do not know the number of shoe that has left the mark at home of Rudy. It could also be that of Raphael.
Let us remember that the two mobile phones of Meredith were thrown in a garden in the immediate vicinity of houses Raffaele and Rudy.
Rudy was known from around the neighbourhood. But not by Raffaele, as since yesterday said its lawyers.

http://perugia-shock.blogspot.com/2007/ ... trick.html

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