Lost Girls of Rome. "The Lost Girls of Rome" by Donato Carrisi Donato Carrisi The Lost Girls of Rome audiobook

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To recognize evil, you need to have it in yourself.

The book was difficult to read. There are many branches from the main plot line, and it’s not immediately possible to understand what exactly this line is. At the end of the book, the author masterfully copes with all this diversity. All storylines are explained and brought to an end.
The plot includes murders, maniacs, mental disorders. Everything is surrounded by unknown pages of the history of the Catholic Church and the personality of an unknown transformist. There are a lot of philosophical thoughts about good, evil and the thinnest line separating these two concepts.

To know evil, we had to penetrate its dark limits, comprehend it from the inside, merge with it. And some of us didn't find our way back.

The border between good and evil is a mirror. Look into it and you will comprehend the truth.

The annotation says that the book is based on real events. While I was reading, I was imagining what exactly was in the book from reality and I couldn’t guess. Exactly what I considered to be the author’s fiction was taken from life. This turned out to be unexpected and changed the idea of the novel in my mind.

Sometimes we want reality to be different. And if we cannot change the order of things, we try to explain it in our own way. But this doesn't always work out.

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I also realized that Donato Carrisi writes excellently after reading his already filmed novel “The Girl in the Fog.” But I didn’t expect such intricacies!
So, at first it all begins, like hundreds of other detective stories about maniacs and serial murders. An ambulance arriving to the call finds an unconscious elderly man in the house. She has a “Kill me” tattoo on her chest, and the emergency doctor discovers next to the man a roller skate that belonged to her twin sister. She was kidnapped and killed. The doctor understands who is in front of her and faces a difficult moral choice.
This episode, in addition to the initial plot, sets the entire tone of the book. After all, the question of moral choice, the choice between good and evil, whether a person is even able to make this choice, is the key question of the entire book.
In books about maniacs, the emphasis is usually on those who are caught. Who are they, why did they become this way, how does evil grow in human souls. Carrisi decided to go a little differently, exploring the question, what happens to people who are constantly faced with evil?
Deciding not to waste time on trifles, Carrisi takes as a basis the largest repository of knowledge about evil that exists on earth.
Vatican. As soon as this word was uttered in the book, I realized that there would be more than enough secrets here. After Dan Brown, the reading fraternity has strong associations.
Carrisi talks about the mysterious society of the Apostolic Penitentiary, the archive of sins and the role of penitentiaries in the world. The amazing thing is that these are real things. You can easily find information about these figures on the Internet.
So what can happen to people who have access to such a volume of information about human sins. Agree, it is strongly said:
There is a place where the world of light meets the world of twilight. That's where the main thing happens: in the land of shadows, where everything is sparse, vague, indistinct. We are the guardians called upon to protect this border. But every now and then something breaks into our world. I have to catch it and send it back into the darkness
And this is only part of the surprises from the Italian writer. It’s not worth even talking about the new type of maniac brought out by Carrisi on the pages of the book. One can only wonder. Fortunately, this part is not so convincing, although Carrisi provides a link to a real case.
The book does not have a closed ending. In order not to disappoint the reader, the book develops several lines that naturally reveal themselves, but the main line remains open. So the sequel is definitely worth reading, especially since the main characters turned out to be not at all what they seemed at first. The Italian author knows how to intrigue, he does it well.

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The dead man opened his eyes
Who am I?
The walls are white, bandages.
Where?
Shot in memory.
Above, there was a fantasy on the topic, and the book is about the evil in each of us sitting.
“In the end, the only judge is the person himself, he decides, all at once, whether to fan his own spark, whether it leads to good or evil, or to ignore it.”
Marcus- a church minister, a penitentiary, an anomaly hunter, as Clemente, the young priest who found him in the hospital, told him. The fact is that Marcus was wounded in the temple and, as a result, lost his memory. The only thing he remembered was the shot and his dead friend, Father Devok, the one who was the only one who knew all the penitentiaries personally.
The penitentiaries were engaged in conducting their investigation secretly, separately from the police.
The secret of confession is not a secret for everyone.
One of the penitentiaries studied the case, and then he conducted the investigation.
It was Clemente who enlightened Marcus about his gift, about the ability to see the message of evil in the most complicated crimes.
Studying the crime scene, through touch, smell.
He who is able to see, let him see.
After being discharged from the hospital, Marcus had to undergo an aptitude test to see if he was able to resume doing what he had done before.
Is he able to restore his gift in a short time?
Meanwhile, an ambulance arrives at the secluded villa.
Wet man on the floor.
Trying to help him, a young intern discovers a tattoo on his chest with the words “kill me.”
But this is not the only thing that the rescuers’ eyes catch on...
A red roller skate thrown in the corner, as if on purpose. The same as the one that was found on the sister of a young intern when she was found dead, with her throat cut, found a month after she was kidnapped, after roller skating with her friends.
In six years - four victims, with similar handwriting, without traces of violence.
What is this?
Trick of fate?
Another crime scene and a new character, no less important than Marcus.
Meet, Sandra, police officer, crime scene photographer. A widow, an accident, so she was told, her husband was an independent photographer and often risked his life. Sandra was not at the scene of her husband’s fall, but after a call from Shalbert, an Interpol employee, she had to change her views on the tragedy and the things left with the police were finally subject to a thorough search on her part. Photos will be printed, in one of which she recognizes Marcus.
He finds out when he meets him in church.
To be honest, Chalbert annoyed me. Absolutely cinematic, not natural image.
Marcus will search for the missing girl, Lara. The backpack was missing, the money was withdrawn from the account, the police are not looking, the door was locked from the inside with a chain, there was a bar on the window.
Anomaly.
And in the meantime, other cases will be revealed and another secret penitentiary will play its own game of catch-up. Giving the relatives of the victims a chance... for bloody revenge.
Evil does not sleep and good does not sleep.
In the end, Marcus and Sandra, parallel to each other, will search for the missing girl.
It was no coincidence that their destinies crossed...
Interesting story with transformists, the author writes that there was such a serial killer. Somehow, it’s creepy to think that a person might appear who will study all the nuances and habits, and then, taking on someone else’s guise, will enjoy life, sending the original to his forefathers.
For me, the book turned out to be a little too flat – not exciting. The author tried to raise quite serious questions, to study the nature of good and evil, but, in my opinion, it somehow turned out one-sided and boring.
I read it for a long time, so long that apparently I got a little tired of it.
The guesses about the main character turned out to be correct.
The author is compared with Tillier and there is something similar between them - the chapters are separated by time periods. The main difference, judging by Tilye’s “Puzzle” and this one, I see is that we do not learn “history” through one hero and more soap from the heroes themselves.

Lost Girls of Rome Donato Carrisi

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Title: Lost Girls of Rome

About the book “Lost Girls of Rome” by Donato Carrisi

Marcus is an anomaly hunter, a man gifted with the ability to see messages of evil in the most complex crimes, but devoid of memories of his former life. His new job is to find a girl who was captured serial killer in Rome, and only seemingly random details can help the investigation. Death is in the details, a lesson Sandra learned while working as a photographer at murder scenes. But the death of her own husband is shrouded in a dangerous secret, an important key to which is a meeting with Marcus. After all, the truth is often hidden in plain sight.

The novel is based on real stories crimes.

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Title: Lost Girls of Rome
Writer: Donato Carrisi
Year: 2011
Publisher: Azbuka-Atticus
Genres: Modern detectives, Foreign detectives

About the book “Lost Girls of Rome” by Donato Carrisi

The book “Lost Girls of Rome” is a fascinating psychological thriller with an action-packed detective component. Donato Carrisi didn’t just show a series of crimes and the algorithm for investigating them - he turned them inside out inner world man with his prohibitions, laws of life and fears, showed the line that divides human essence into two poles - good and evil. Reading this work will be especially interesting for those who are partial to conspiracies on a universal scale, secret orders and secret organizations.

One of the main characters of the story, Marcus, is the most mysterious person. Donato Carrisi introduces readers to his character gradually, showing him in various situations and often “climbing” into his mind. Looking at the world through his eyes is a very curious phenomenon. The fact is that Marcus specializes in studying the identities of the most terrible criminals. He can think in their images and concepts, predict possible actions, being a brilliant profiler from God. Where the police give up, he achieves amazing results. However, there is one “but”: due to the attempt on his life main character lost his memory. Having barely recovered from his injury, Marcus goes on the hunt again - this time he is investigating the abduction of a girl from her own apartment, which, in his opinion, was committed by a serial killer.

The second central character of the novel is Sandra, a thirty-year-old woman who works as a police photographer and has already become a widow. A few months ago, her husband was killed under mysterious circumstances, and Sandra decided to get to the bottom of the truth. How the paths of Sandra and Marcus will intertwine and where their pursuit of universal evil will lead, you will find out if you decide to read the book to the end.

Every detail in the work of Donato Carrisi must be noticed, otherwise by the final part it will be impossible to collect a complete picture of this story. Plot threads, woven into a tight web, lead the reader not only through the narrow streets of Rome, but also throw him into various parts of the globe, and the crime being investigated takes on grandiose proportions. Unexpected transitions from a cramped apartment to a huge temple, from truth to lies, from sacrifice to brutal murders - it’s hard not to get lost in this labyrinth of human faces. Can a person, imagining himself to be God, administer justice? It is difficult to give unambiguous answers to the many moral questions that the author poses to the reader.

The book “Lost Girls of Rome” provides an opportunity to think about the limits of human power and the essence of the concept of “justice.” It is interesting that the writer based his novel on real crime stories.

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Donato Carrisi

Lost Girls of Rome

There are no more terrible witnesses or more merciless accusers than the conscience that dwells in every soul.

Polybius

IL TRIBUNALE DELLE ANIME

Publishing house AZBUKA®

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Donyato CARRISI is an Italian writer and screenwriter, specialist in the field of criminology and behavioral sciences, laureate of the Italian Bancarella Prize (2009), bestselling author of books published in 24 countries.

At the end of 2017, Carrisi’s debut film, based on his own novel “The Girl in the Fog,” was released internationally. Starring: Jean Reno, Tony Servillo, Alessio Bonn, Greta Scacchi and others.

The dead man opened his eyes.

He was lying supine in bed. Morning light illuminated the white room. On the wall, just opposite, hung a wooden crucifix.

He looked at his hands, which lay along his body, on top of the snow-white sheet. It seemed as if these hands were strangers, not his. He raised his right one and brought it to his eyes to get a better look. It was then that he touched the bandages covering his head. Therefore, he was wounded, but, he noted to himself, he did not feel any pain.

He turned to the window. The glass returned a fuzzy image, a vague reflection of a face. Fear instantly overwhelmed him. A painful, painful question also appeared. But even more torment, more pain was caused by the knowledge that he did not know the answer.

Who am I?

Five days ago

The address was given as a suburban one. Due to bad weather and a faulty navigator that could not find the way, they spent more than half an hour to get to this secluded place. If there had not been a small lamp on at the turn into the driveway, they would have thought that no one lived in the house.

The ambulance drove slowly through the neglected garden. A flashing beacon brought to life from the pitch darkness moss-covered statues of nymphs and crippled Venuses, who greeted the new arrivals with crooked smiles and graceful and incomplete movements. A still dance, just for them.

The dilapidated villa seemed like a reliable berth in the middle of a stormy sea. Not a light was visible in the windows. The door, however, was open.

The house was waiting for them.

The three of them arrived. Monica, a young intern, was on duty at the ambulance station that night. Tony, a nurse, a professional, had considerable experience in emergency situations. And the driver, who remained in the car while the other two rushed into the storm, heading towards the villa. Before crossing the threshold, its inhabitants were loudly called.

There was no answer. They entered.

A musty smell, the dim orange light of a row of light bulbs that outlined the contours of a long corridor with dark walls. On the right is the staircase to the upper floor.

In the farthest room lay a lifeless body.

The doctors rushed there to provide assistance and found themselves in a living room with furniture covered in white blankets. Only one tattered chair stood in the middle, directly in front of an outdated model of television. In fact, everything here smacked of old age.

Monica squatted down in front of the man, who was lying on the floor and breathing heavily, then called Tony with all his equipment.

“Cyanosis,” she noted.

Tony made sure his airways were clear, then pressed the Ambu bag to the patient's lips while Monica shone a flashlight into his eyes, checking his pupil's reaction to the light.

The man was at most fifty years old, he lay unconscious. Striped pajamas, leather slippers, robe. He looks neglected: the beard has grown, his thin hair is tousled. The mobile phone from which the ambulance was called with complaints of severe chest pain is still clutched in his hand.

The closest was the Gemelli Hospital. Since the call was code red, the doctor on duty joined the first available ambulance crew.

That's how Monica ended up here.

An overturned table, a broken cup, spilled milk everywhere, scattered cookies; all this is mixed with a fetid puddle. The man must have gotten sick while watching TV and the poor guy wet himself. Classic case, Monica thought. A middle-aged man lives alone, has a heart attack, and, if he does not have time to call for help, the body is usually discovered when the stench begins to reach the neighbors. But in such a secluded villa this would not happen. Unless he has close relatives - otherwise years will pass until it becomes clear what happened to him. In any case, the scene seemed familiar, and Monica felt sorry for the old man. At least she felt sorry for him until they unbuttoned their pajama jacket to begin direct cardiac massage. Two words were etched on his chest.

Kill me.

The doctor and orderly pretended not to notice. Their job is to save lives. But from that moment on, they performed every action with utmost caution.

“Oxygen saturation is dropping,” Tony said, glancing at the device. No air entered the lungs.

“We need to urgently intubate him, otherwise we will lose him.” “Monica took the laryngoscope out of her bag and tilted the patient’s head back.

This way the orderly was able to take a better look at the room, and an unexpected sparkle appeared in his gaze. Something confused him, but Monica couldn’t guess what. Tony is a professional who has seen everything, but something threw him off balance. Something behind her.

Everyone in the hospital knew the story of the young doctor and her sister. No one ever said a word, but she caught sympathetic, worried looks on herself: deep down, her colleagues wondered what it would be like for her to live with such a burden.

At this critical moment, the same expression appeared on the orderly’s face, only much more frightened. Monica turned around for a moment and saw the same thing as Tony.

A roller skate thrown into a corner, straight from the underworld..

The shoe was red, with gold buckles. The same as his twin, who was not here, who lay in another house, in another life. Monica always thought that these skates were a little kitsch. And Teresa insisted that they were vintage. The sisters were also twins, so Monica thought she saw herself when Teresa's body was found in a clearing by the river one cold December morning.

She had just turned twenty-one when her throat was cut.

They say that twins sense each other even over long distances. But Monica didn't believe it. She felt no fear, no sense of danger at the moment when her sister was kidnapped on Sunday afternoon, on the way home from roller skating with friends. The body was found a month later, wearing the same clothes she was wearing when she disappeared.

And that red roller skate looked like a grotesque prosthetic on dead Teresa's leg.

For six years Monica kept it, wondering what had become of the other and whether the day would ever come when they would be united. How many times did she try to imagine the face of the man who took him? How many times have you looked for him among strangers in a street crowd? Over time, it turned into a kind of game.

Now Monica may have her answer.

She peered at the man lying on the floor in front of her. Cracked, swollen hands, hairs in the nose, a urine stain on my pants between my legs. Not at all like the monster she had often imagined. A man of flesh. An ordinary, banal human being, with a weak heart to top it all off.

Tony interrupted her thoughts:

- I know what you're thinking. We can stop if you want. Stand and wait for what needs to happen to happen. It's up to you. Nobody will know.

He was the first to suggest this, perhaps seeing how she froze in doubt with the laryngoscope hanging in front of the patient, who greedily gasped for air. Monica looked at his chest again.

Kill me.

Maybe that was the last thing my sister's eyes saw when he cut her throat like a beast. Not a warm word, not the consolation that any human being deserves when leaving this life forever. The killer mocked and mocked her. And I enjoyed it. Maybe Teresa also called for death, just so that everything would end as quickly as possible. Furious, Monica clutched the laryngoscope so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Kill me.

The bastard etched these words on his chest, but when he felt bad, he called an ambulance. He is the same as everyone else. He is also afraid of death.

Monica went deep into herself. Those who knew Teresa saw Monica as a kind of unreliable copy, a statue from a wax museum, a duplicate of the one they mourned. To those close to her, she represented what her sister could have become and would never become. Her family watched her grow up and missed Teresa. Now Monica has the opportunity to distinguish herself from her sister, to free the ghost stuck within her. I'm a doctor, she reminded herself. She would like to find in her soul at least a spark of mercy for the person prostrate before her, or a bit of fear of the highest court, or to see at least something similar to a sign. But she found that she felt nothing. Then, in desperation, she tried to dig out at least some doubt, to somehow convince herself that this man was innocent of Teresa’s death. But no matter how much you rack your brain, there is only one reason why a roller skate could end up here.