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Originally Posted by burn_this_city
He may have gone to the media himself.. He probably figured it make his story more convincing that way..
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Indeed he did. He called QR77 and told them all about it.
The more I think about this, the more I want to know the motivation behind it. I mean, how does someone get beat up without any of his friends knowing about it? Only ever if a person is randomly jumped at a train station or something. And in that case, the person is probably pretty adamant about the perps getting caught, so there's no reason to concoct a story.
What other situations could a person find himself in where he'd tell nobody where he was and what he was doing and still get beat up? Maybe he was meeting a drug dealer and then got jumped afterward. But even in that case, the guy is likely to tell his friends. Maybe not his family, but really, birds of a feather and all that.
So he gets jumped in a situation that he doesn't even want to vent on his friends with... Hmmmm... For a second I thought maybe he was cheating on his gal and the 'other woman' had a tantrum and punched him, but that wouldn't be much of a beating. Unless it was her man that came home and found her in bed with our story teller.
But even in that situation, there are still two witnesses that can attest to the fact that he was not beaten up by random roadside robbers.
This all just sounds like a little story of mine from Rome. We had a lease on an apartment that was not really in the historic center. A little more suburban. But still a great location, so we would rent this place by the week to people that were interested in that type of accomodation. One day, I found a dude walking around the station that was Canadian and looking for that exact type of place. Tom was his name.
So I rented the place to him, gave him a map, warned him about the various things that I warn all my guests about, and noticing the rainbow pin on his lapel, gave him the warning that I give to all my female guests, that a very common thing in Rome is to drug drinks and rape people. Watch your drink, I told him.
A couple weeks later I got the worst phone call ever. Tom called to tell me that he was locked in the apartment. It should be noted that in Italy, all deadbolts are engaged and disengaged by keys, on both sides of the door. No little slidy thing that you can lock inside your house. If you want to lock your door from the inside, you need to use your key. Conversely, if the door is locked from the outside, and someone is inside, they are locked in unless they have a key.
So Tom called from the neighbour's house. He had exited via the terrace, climbed over the wall (6 stories up), onto the neighbour's terrace, banged on the patio door, somehow managed to act out that he needed to use their internet to look up my phone number from our website and then to use their phone to call me. Those poor neighbours. They were this old couple that didn't speak a word of english.
So Tom calls and kindly requests that I go cut him a new key and bring it there. I've never seen a man so embarrassed as he was. Exactly what you though happened, did happen. Some guy at the bar started hitting on him, bought him some drinks, drugged him, talked him into going to his place, raped him, robbed him and locked him in the flat.
Something tells me that Tom would never have told me this unless he absolutely had to. And since he kinda needed a new key to exit the apartment (unless he used the neighbour's place), he had to tell me.
So basically, I think the guy in the story got raped and robbed by some gay Roman.
