My Arrest: October 20, 2007 Milan, Italy

It was early morning, roughly 5:30am when eight or nine policemen including a woman irrupted in my hotel room in Milan.

They woke me up, presented me some papers that were saying that I had worked to get “appalti” tenders for the construction of the “Bridge of Messina” and the Infinex Ventures, a public USA company of which I am a major shareholder was being used to commit fraud with market manipulation, that this Company belonged to the Mafia naming, Vito Rizzuto as the mafia chief and that I was associated with him to commit crimes.

I could not believe what I was reading and at first, I thought it was a joke or maybe the Italian version of Candid Camera or something like it. I was handcuffed and ushered out of the hotel where more police were waiting in cars and driven to a police station in Piazza Cavour. It was still dark.

All the policemen that were arrested me wore sport casual clothes, a mixture of coats, leather jackets, jeans, sweaters, etc.

When I got to the police station, I got taken to an area (large room) where there were several desks and the people there were also casually dressed, the night shift. I was taken in the back of this area to an adjacent room; my handcuffs were taken off and was told to wait. This room had no furniture, just a bench against the wall facing the door. The door was left open.

I sat on the bench and my head was racing trying to figure out what the hell was happening. A few minutes had passed, maybe ten minutes, when a man appeared at the door, looks at me and says: “Are you Roberto Papalia?”

I said, “Yes.”
He says, “You are very capable (bravo).”
I said, “Excuse me?”
He repeats, “You are very capable (bravo).”
I said, “It might be the case that I am very capable, but who are you and what am I doing here?”
At this point he continues, “I was at your mining plant in Canada.”
I asked, “Which one?”
He replies, ‘The one on the island (referring to Texada Island).”
A bit sarcastically I asked, “Did you like it?”

He starts to talk about the mining plant and while he was talking, I got up from the bench and stood in front of him, a couple meters distance and started to look at as he was speaking. This man was between 1.90 to 1.95 meters tall, lean and athletic and very well groomed, dark hair, polished in his manner of speaking, overall polished and well-groomed. He wore a dark striped suit (Wall Street type), a white shirt (crispy fresh), red tie and matching red handkerchief. His shirt sleeves were buttoned with what looked like expensive cufflinks. His shoes were shining and new. All of his clothes were fresh and of good quality. His face was freshly shaven and his hair perfectly combed and manicured hands.

Who was this man standing in front of me at this time of the morning dressed as if was going to a wedding or to some very important meeting? He looked completely out of place to the police station and not at all like any of the other people I had seen so far.

I let him talk for a few minutes as I was looking at him from head to toe and then I interrupted him and said, “You sir, whoever you are, you are saying nonsense and are telling me a pack of lies because to go and visit the mining plant you would have to asked permission to my office in Vancouver and I would have been informed. So, who are you? And what do you want from me?”

At this point the man changed his tone of voice and became somewhat threatening, pointing his finger at me with his arm half-stretched and said, “So!! You wanted to make war against Bush?”

I firmly said to him, “You are nuts. I don’t make war with anyone.”

And again he repeats louder with more emphasis, threatening but at the same time as if he was mocking (ridiculing) me with his tone of voice and said, “Lei voleva fare la guerra contro Bush. Hee!! Hee!!” (You wanted to make war with Bush. Ha!! Ha!!).

At this point from the other room someone is calling my name and telling me to go there. I left the man and the small room and went to the other room, where they proceeded to fingerprint me.

I never saw that man again. Who was that man?

He surely went out of his way to let me know the real reason for my arrest and unjustified accusations against me, my brother Tony, Infinex Ventures; a police raid with over 230 policemen were deployed in Milan that morning into offices and homes of more than 30 of my friends and acquaintances seizing computers, bank accounts aimed at destroying my reputation and support.

The reason: Pascua Lama Mine in Chile, Mr. Bush is one of the founders of Barrick Gold Canada and we were in a dispute in the Chilean courts for its ownership. Infinex Ventures was to be the beneficiary if the Chilean courts would have ruled in our favor.

The message he had given me was: See what happens when you dare challenge Barrick Gold?!!!!

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ITALIAN VERSION

Il mio arresto; Ottobre 20, 2007 Milano, Italia

Verso le 5:00 – 5:30am Ottobre 20, 2007, otto poliziotto si sono introdotti nella mia camera di albergo a Milano.

Mi hanno svegliato e mi hanno presentato delle carte che dicevano che io avevo lavorato nel 2002 per ottenere gli appalti per la costruzione del “Ponte di Messina” è chè Infinex Ventures; una societa quotata in Borsa negli USA, della quale io sono il più grande ozionista era usata per frodare investitore e che codesta società apparteneva alla Mafia è chè io lavoravo per la Mafia.

Non potevo credere cosa stavo leggendo è inizialmente hò pensato che fosse uno scherzo, tipo Candid Camera. Ma mi misero le manette e mi arrestarono e mi portarono alla caserma di Piazza Cavour. Era ancora buio.

Tutti I poliziotti chè mi arrestarono erano vestiti sportivamente, giacche di pelle, maglioni, jeans, etc. Quando sono arrivato alla caserma, mi portarono in una grande camera dove c’erano 5-6 scrivanie è altri uomini pure loro vestiti causali (probabilmente it turno di notte) Mi portarano in una camera collegata con questa grande camera. Mi tolsero le manette è mi dissero di aspettare. La porta di questa camera la lasciarono aperta è io mi sedetti su un banco di legno che era fisso su uno dei muri davanti alla porta. Dopo un pò di minuti; forse 10, un uomo apparve alla porta è entro nella camera è chiese.

“Lei e Roberto Papalia?”
Io risposi, “Si.”
Lui dice, “Lei è molto bravo.”
Io dico, “Scusi?”
E lui dice ancora, “Lei e molto bravo.”
Io rispondo, “Sarò pure molto bravo, ma lei chi è, e cosa faccio io qui?”
A questo punto lui dice, “Io sono stato al suo impianto in Canada.”
Io gli chiesi, “Quale impainto?”
È lui risponde, “L’impianto sul’isola.” (si riferiva all’impianto sul’isola Texada)
Io gli chiesi, “Gli è piaciuto?”

Lui si mise e parlare dell impianto, mentre lui parlava dell’impainto, io mi alzai dal bancone è mi avvicinai ad un paio de metri davanti a lui. Questo signore ero alto 1.90m – 1.95m snello e atletico, sui 35 – 40 anni di età molto curato fiscamente, e molto raffinato nelle sue maniere. Era vestito impeccabilmente con un vestito scuro (forse nero) a righe, camicia bianca (fresca) cravatta rossa, e fazzoletto rosso nella tasca sul petto. Le maniche della sua camica erano bottonati da polsini che sembravano costosi. Mentre lo guardavo e ascoltavo, me chiedevo chi fosse questo uomo; chi era questo uomo chè a questa ora mattina vestito come se andava a una festa o qualche evento importante; sembrava completamente fuori posto in questa caserma, sembrava fosse venuto da un altro pianeta paragonandolo a tutti gli altri che avevo visto.

Lo lasciai parlare per un pò di minuti è a un certa punto gli dissi, “Lei signore, non so chi lei è o cosa vuole, ma mi sta raccontando della bugie e cazzate, perche per andare a visitare l’impianto lei avrebbe dovuto chiedere permeso al mio ufficio di Vancouver e io di certo sarai stato informato. Allora mi dica che è lei? È cosa vuole da me?!!!”

A questo punto questo signore cambiò il tono della sua voce e divenne minaccioso, puntò il suo dito a me e disse, “Allora lei voleva fare guerra a Bush?!!!”

Io gli risposi, “Lei e pazzo. Io non faccio guerra a nessuno.”

E lui alzando il volume della sua voce ancora di piu, minacciosamente ma come se si prendesse schermo di me (ridicolizzarmi) disse, “E lei voleva fare la guerra contro Bush. He!!! He!!!!”

A questo punto mi chiamavano dall’altra camera e io andai di la dove presero le mie impronte digitali. Non vidi mai pui questo uomo. Chi era questo uomo (signore). Di certo mi fece capire il vero perchè ero stato arrestato. Avevo osato sfidare Barrick Gold (Infinex Ventures). George Bush Sr. e uno dei fondatore, direttore, e strategic advisor di Barrick Gold.

Quella mattina quell misterioso signore mi diede un preciso messagio.

Vedi cosa succede quando osi sfidare Barrick Gold e Bush.

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