"Martina deserves the truth. She deserves it, she who would never have chosen a dark and dangerous path alone. Her son deserves it. Her mother deserves it. Her sister Sara deserves it, on whose behalf and in agreement I write. Everyone who loved her deserves it. An entire community deserves it, one that cannot live with the idea that Calamosca is a black hole from which one can disappear without a trace." It is a heartfelt, long, and detailed appeal from Alessandra Murgia, cousin of Martina Lattuca, the forty-nine-year-old who disappeared on Tuesday, November 18th. The last evidence of her existence placed her in Calamosca at the Sella del Diavolo. And Murgia does not believe the reconstruction of a voluntary decision, nor of an accident.

Here is his long post on social media.

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This profile has been silent for three weeks.
I had nothing left to say, because everything these days, really everything, seemed empty, useless, unfair.

Because three weeks ago my cousin Martina Lattuca, a good, reserved, shy, kind, generous girl, loved by anyone who crossed her path even once, disappeared into thin air.

Disappearance.
In Calamosca, in Cagliari.
In the heart of a lively, crowded city, full of antennas, cameras, and switched-on cell phones.
A city where there should be no corners where one disappears without a trace.

Less than two hours after the first alarm, a huge deployment of forces was launched: Fire Brigade, Alpine Rescue, Coast Guard, Guardia di Finanza, Carabinieri.
Helicopters with thermal imaging cameras, special drones with volume detectors, rescue dog units, deep-sea sonars, specialized divers, boats and ground teams were used. They scanned the Devil's Saddle and the sea below meter by meter. With rare dedication and humanity. We have to tell him: thank you. Thank you so much. But Martina was not found. And after just three days, as our world collapsed, a silence fell over the rest of the world that hurts more than any response. And in this silence the reconstructions arrived. The hypotheses. The “comfortable” versions. Those that make everything seem simple, already written, already closed. We were told that she took the Devil's Saddle path when the camera that last filmed her was not focusing on that point. We were told that she made a decision as a chronically depressed person, when she wasn't, while within the first 24 hours we had already requested the acquisition of phone records, cell phones, videos and testimonies. We were asked to believe that Martina, who was shy, cautious, not inclined to take risks, who never ventured alone, who was afraid of difficult routes, who was unfamiliar with the area and who had no trekking experience, decided that day to hike a stretch that the Alpine Rescue team themselves described as difficult even for them, and this without considering the aggravating factor of the rain that day. We were asked to believe that he opened the umbrella to avoid getting wet before committing an extreme act and that after using it to protect himself from the rain, he carefully folded it and put it in his backpack, just as he would have done on any other day, certainly not before jumping off a cliff. We were told to believe that to kill himself he negotiated a slippery section, skirting the rocky outcrops, and then leapt forcefully over an edge that, under normal conditions, is frightening even for experienced hikers. We were asked to believe that the currents had swept away a heavy, clothed body, but not his shoes, which were found down there almost intact. One was found twenty-four hours after her disappearance, the other five days later, despite the wind and currents that would have carried Martina away. Both practically new, as if they had never touched brambles, stones or a particularly impervious path made even more slippery by the rain. We were asked to believe that after a jump of more than seventy meters, his city backpack remained intact, with all its contents inside and the straps still attached. That her cell phone locked onto a cell tower seven kilometers away from where she was last seen, even though the area is literally dotted with antennas and repeaters.