And when I denied that, they continued to call me a stupid liar. And then, from that point on, I was very, very scared, because they were treating me so badly and I didn't understand why. [Sigh] While I was there, there was an interpreter who explained to me an experience of hers, where she had gone through a traumatic experience that she could not remember at all, and she suggested that I was traumatized, and that I couldn't remember the truth. This at first seemed ridiculous to me, because I remembered being at Raffaele's house. For sure. I remembered doing things at Raffaele's house. I checked my e-mails before, then we watched a movie. We had eaten dinner together, we had talked together, and during that time I hadn't left his apartment. But they were insisting upon putting everything into hourly segments, and since I never look at the clock, I wasn't able to tell them what time exactly I did everything. They insisted that I had left the apartment for a certain period of time to meet somebody, which for me I didn't remember, but the interpreter said I probably had forgotten. [Sigh]
PACELLI: Listen, when you found yourself...have you finished?
AK: No.
PACELLI: Oh, please go ahead.1 AK: I haven't explained what I needed to say.
THE COURT: Listen, excuse me, please, if you need a break...
AK: No, I'm fine.
THE COURT: We can do it. Okay, let's go on, but if it's
necessary, you can say so.
AK: So what ended up happening was, that they told me to try to remember what I apparently, according to them, had forgotten.
Under the amount of pressure of everyone yelling at me, and having them tell me that they were going to put me in prison for protecting somebody, that I wasn't protecting, that I couldn't remember, I tried to imagine that in some way they must have had...it was very difficult, because when I was there, at a certain point, I just...I couldn't understand why they were so
sure that I was the one who knew everything.