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Matteo Voto is forty-two years old, he's one meter and seventy centimeters tall, he has brown hair and blue eyes and he disappeared from Carignano, in the province of Torino, May 9 of this year.

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So, Mrs. Maria Rosa, can you tell us exactly what happened on May 9?

Well, the ninth of May, my husband went to work because he was on first shift.

Where does your husband work?

He works at Loggia, he's a ... oh my... he works at Alessio-tubi, a nice enough small factory.

Has he been working there for a long time?

Nineteen years.

And he's still doing the same job?

Still the same job and he liked working there.

Yes. Well, now: he went to work on the ninth of May.

Yes. He came home at lunch time and-nothing-we ate together. Then at around three I went to work and-nothing-we said good-bye and he said "Bye Marie, we'll see each other tonight", "OK, bye", and, I dunno, he gave me a kiss and I left. Then at six thirty I returned home from work and I found no one home. I don't know... I found his glasses on a table top, two wallets and the keys to the car.

So, you returned, you returned. You thought that you were going to find him at home. Was he usually home by the time you arrived?

Usually, yes. But not ...

And he would finish work before you?

No, he didn't go to work in the afternoon because he was on first shift.

Oh, he would go to work in the early morning.

In the early morning, he would start work at six and finish at one.

But was he always on first shift, or did he change?

No, no: he also worked on second shift. He would go in at one and work until eight.

Yes. So every week he changed shifts.

Yes, every week.

So... that, that week, he had finished his, his job, and you thought that you would find him at home and instead when you returned home he wasn't there and you found ... two wallets?

Two wallets. One he uses for work and one is his Sunday wallet. And then the glasses: one pair for the car and one for reading at home.

He, therefore, didn't take anything with him: no money, no documents, no glasses.

No, no, I still have the documents inside his wallet. There's his driver's license, his ID card. And then he left his car keys.

Right, then what did you fi... did you find anything strange, out of the ordinary?

No...

No note, no message?

Nothing. We noticed it later, around eight-thirty because he didn't return home for dinner. So we glanced in his wallet and we found his farewell note.

A farewell note?

Yes.

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So, this is what it says:

"Maria, Michele, I can't go on. So I decided to end it. I'm going to jump in the Po [river], near the skeet shooting area. Forgive me. Farewell, love. Farewell, my son. I love you both. I'm going to my mom and your brother".

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