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#EmanuelaOrlandi, ex vice capo #polizia D'Angelo: "#DePedis? Coinvolgimento molto probabile"
https://www.larampa.news/2025/11/emanuela-orlandi-dangelo-de-pedis-coinvolgimento-molto-probabile/
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#EmanuelaOrlandi - Svolta sulla scomparsa di Emanuela Orlandi: la commissione d'inchiesta svela nuovi dettagli che potrebbero cambiare tutto. Restiamo in ascolto.
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The Emanuela Orlandi case is certainly the most striking of 1983, so much so that the disappearance of Mirella Gregori, which preceded it by 46 days, is generally considered to be that of “The other Emanuela”. Here are the circumstances in which these two cases occurred.
The disappearance of Emanuela Orlandi is one of the cold cases most closely followed by the press and public in Italy, on an almost daily basis.
Emanuela Orlandi was born in Rome on January 14, 1968. She was the second youngest of five siblings, whose ages in 1983 ranged from 26 to 12. Her father is a clerk at the Prefecture of the Papal Household. She lives with her parents, three sisters and her brother, the eldest, behind the Vatican wall, in a apartment on the second floor of the Vatican Gendarmerie. On the morning of Wednesday June 22, Emanuela’s parents travel to the seaside town of Fiumicino to visit relatives, intending to return shortly before 8pm. When they leave, the children are all at home.
Emanuela is due to go to the Ludovico Da Victoria music school, adjacent to the Basilica of Sant’Apollinare in Rome. Both the Basilica and the school are close to the Piazza Navona, a popular tourist spot. Emanuela regularly takes flute and choir lessons at the Da Victoria school, and despite the heat of the afternoon on June 22, 1983, she is expected there because this is the last choir lesson the students have to attend before the end-of-school-year concert. On Wednesday, Emanuela’s first class, the flute, starts at 4.30 pm. However, either because of the heat or because she’s late, she asks her brother Pietro to drive her by motorcycle that day, but he can’t because of another commitment.
The girl, 1.60 m tall, has long black hair, wears a necklace around her neck, and is dressed in jeans, a white short-sleeved T-shirt and trainers. She holds in her hand her brown leather bag, from which emerges the black case containing her flute. In the bag, she has also put her sheet music, her school membership card and her public transport pass. Unhappy at having to take the bus to school, Emanuela slams the door on her way out. It’s the last time her sisters and brother Pietro will see her.
The last known hours
The teenager leaves the Vatican via Porta Sant’Anna at around 4pm. She apparently boards a yellow bus of the Atac public transport line 64. On the other side of the Tiber, the bus dropped her off on Corso Vittorio Emanuele II, near the Basilica of Sant’Andrea della Valle. From there, as she does regularly, she takes Corso del Rinascimento to the Da Victoria school at the other end.
The Palazzo Madama, the Italian Senate, stands on this almost, but not quite, straight stretch of road. As she reached the Palazzo Madama, at around 4.45pm, Emanuela Orlandi was approached by a 35-40-year-old man driving a BMW. The man offers her an easy, well-paid job for the following Saturday afternoon: handing out flyers with other girls for Avon brand products at the fashion show of a well-known haute-couture house in Rome, Sorelle Fontana. This casual labor is great for Emanuela. The stranger is friendly and reassuring. He tells Emanuela to ask her parents for permission, and he’s patient: he’ll wait until she’s finished school to get her answer.
The man is spotted by a traffic policeman on duty in front of the Senate, who describes him as lanky, about 1.80 meters tall, with light hair scattered over his forehead and temples and an elongated face. The BMW is dark, perhaps green. The policeman sees the scene from a distance of about twenty meters, and seems to distinguish as a bag or samples of beauty products presented by a cosmetics company.
Excited by the unknown man’s proposal, Emanuela phones home shortly afterwards, probably from one of the public booths at the cab rank. Her sister Federica answers and Emanuela tells her that on her way to school, in Corso Rinascimento, in front of the Senate, she was stopped by a gentleman who offered her a job. She tells him the story hastily: “I’ll be paid nearly 400,000 lire”, she says. And she adds: “He’s a nice man, so there’s nothing to worry about. He told me to ask Mum’s permission and to give him an answer this evening. He’s waiting for me at the school gate”. Federica, 21 at the time, suggests that Emanuela not trust the man and listen to her mother first. Emanuela replies briefly that she has an appointment with the man at 7.10pm in front of the school and hangs up.
Delayed both by her brief encounter with the unknown man and the phone call to her sister, Emanuela Orlandi reaches the school as quickly as possible. She climbs the stairs four at a time. But she arrives late for her flute lesson, out of breath. She enters the classroom at around 5.10pm, after the class has already started, and is reprimanded for her tardiness by her teacher. The second class, choral singing, proceeds normally.
However, Emanuela Orlandi clearly intends not to leave school after 7pm. She tells one of her classmates that she wants to leave early. She’s worried because everyone thinks classes will finish later this Wednesday than 7pm. However, on that day, classes end earlier, at 6.45pm instead of 7pm. So Emanuela doesn’t leave before the other students; she leaves the school with them at the end of the choir lesson. Nevertheless, she hurries down the building’s staircase, quickly passing and re-passing the group of students.
At this point, nothing could deter her from her 7pm appointment, nothing could dissuade her from seeing the unknown man again. As one of the first to arrive at the front door of the Sant’Apollinare building, Emanuela waits. At 7.10pm, she is seen by the concierge. No man shows up at the school entrance. Minutes go by and finally Emanuela decides to walk the short distance from the school gate to the nearest bus stop on line 70, on Corso Rinascimento, not far from the Senate.
Raffaella, another girl in the chorus group, is standing in front of the music school’s door. She says goodbye to a friend, then heads for the same bus stop. She joins Emanuela on the short walk from the school to the bus stop. She chats a little with Emanuela. Two other girls from the group are already at bus stop 70. They’re chatting together. All these girls are spotted by another student, Laura, heading south along Corso Rinascimento. As she walks, Laura turns around several times out of curiosity. At one point she sees Emanuela some twenty meters behind her and distinguishes the other girls further on.
One of them is Maria Grazia. Having just arrived at bus stop 70 and in talk with Raffaella, she sees Emanuela, now in the company of another girl. At 7.20pm, Maria Grazia boards a crowded bus with other students from the school, including Raffaella. From inside the bus, Raffaella tries to catch a glimpse of Emanuela for a final wave.
Laura, almost at the end of Corso Rinascimento, turns around again. At that moment, Emanuela Orlandi has disappeared.
The Mirella Gregori case
When it comes to Emanuela Orlandi, Mirella Gregori often comes to mind. Another mysterious case that took place in Rome one afternoon in 1983, when the young girl left the family home after receiving a call on the intercom.
Born in Rome on October 7, 1967, Mirella Gregori was just over 15 years old when she disappeared May 7, 1983. The teenager’s parents owned a bar on the corner of Via Volturno and Via Montebello, in a lively neighborhood with numerous hotels, a stone’s throw from the Ministry of Economy and Finance.
The “Coppa d’Oro” bar was now run by Paolo, the husband of Mirella’s mother, Maria Antonietta, her 17-year-old older sister, and her partner Filippo M., the whole family living in an apartment in Via Nomentana, a little to the north-east of Rome.
On Saturday May 7, 1983, Mirella Gregori finished school at 1.15pm and arrived in Via Nomentana around 2pm. Before going up to the apartment, Mirella goes to the “Bar Italia – Pizzeria da Baffo”, located at the foot of the adjacent building, at number 81 Via Nomentana. The bar manager’s daughter, Sonia De Vito, is her best friend, and at this point Mirella comes to see her, according to Sonia’s later testimony, simply to talk about things.
Maria Vittoria A., the mother of the family, who is a seamstress, is at apartment 91.
A little later, Mirella returns home and, at around 3 p.m., the intercom rings. Maria Vittoria, busy sewing, thinks it might be her husband who’s home earlier than usual and asks Mirella to answer. The young girl rushes in: “Hello, who is it?” She adds, “If you don’t tell me who you are, I won’t come down!” And then: “Ah, yes Alessandro, I understand”. Then finally: “Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes on the steps of the Bersagliere in Porta Pia.”
After that Mirella goes to her mother and tells her that it was Alessandro, a friend from high school. She told her that they had arranged to meet at 3:30 p.m. at the Bersagliere monument in Porta Pia. Mirella Gregori dressed in an aquamarine-gray bat sweater and white velvet pants, combed her hair and left in a hurry at around 3.20pm. She tells her mother she’s going down to say hello to “Alessandro”, adds that she’ll be back in 10 minutes, and takes neither handbag nor vest. These were the last words the mother heard from her youngest daughter, and the last time she saw her.
Only, as she passes through the door of the building, the teenager doesn’t go straight to the Monument to the Bersagliere. Instead, she turns right and heads back towards the De Vito bar to see her friend Sonia. There, she locked herself in the bathroom with her and the girls chatted for about 15 minutes.
Mirella then left the bar, at which point we lost track of her. Well, not quite yet.
When Mirella Gregori didn’t return, later in the day her friends and family learned that the teenager had told her friend a different story. Sonia tells them that in the bar’s bathroom, Mirella exchanged clothes and then went to the Villa Torlonia Park, a little further north-east of the Italian capital, to play guitar with friends.
On hearing this, Mirella’s sister Maria Antonietta, aged 17 at the time, was incredulous. The conversation lasts, and the friend doesn’t know what to say. Time passes. Yet Antonietta has little choice but to follow the trail. She and her companion went to the Villa Torlonia and, given the late hour, found the door locked. A police car passes by, the young people explain the situation and the police call the janitor. At midnight, an impromptu search begins in the park with police torches. A quick, inconclusive patrol.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: This series of articles about the cases of Emanuela Orlandi and Mirella Gregori plunges into the heart of cases dating back over 40 years. It is based on previously published texts by the Author on his domain name in French. The aim is to provide as much detail as possible, to piece together a jigsaw puzzle, so a large number of Italian-language websites have been consulted, many of them leading. The accuracy of the information depends on the italian publications, which cannot be quoted individually.
(Cropped Map from Open Street Map)
https://puzzlesandmysteries.wordpress.com/2024/04/26/emanuela-orlandi-and-mirella-gregori-the-story/
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il silenzio del Papa è assordante e lo rende complice.
#EmanuelaOrlandi 13/01/24 -
Approvata la commissione d'inchiesta ❤️❤️❤️
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