Soon afterwards she ended her 'latitanza', became one of Italy's first 'pentite' and, as such, didn't have to do time. There were however comrades in via dei Volsci who didn't like that. Neither did the secret services who put me on a 'most undesired foreigners' list and banned me from entering Italy for two years.
The ban was eventually lifted when the president of the German Bundestag committee who has oversight of the federal sec services talked to his collegue in Rome.
The affair cost me my wine business and ten hectars of land in Tuscany and put an end to my hippie period. It brought me to start working in Brussels. "The USA appears destined by fate to plague America with misery in the name of liberty." Simon Bolivar, Caracas, 1819
And it was so very easy in those days to get sucked into the quicksands/crossfire. I was more Berlinguer-zone myself (still am I guess?) and had the blind luck not to come into friendship-contact or loveaffair-contact with any brigatisti - but half the people I knew were either "autonomi" or "lotta continua" (generational factor, particularly if they were two or three years younger than me) and a friend of mine was a close childhood-through-schoolyears friend of a "latitante" - a "known brigatista" on the run -dunno whether real or purported? - so her telephone was constantly wiretapped and at times so was mine. I also remember staying in a cheap pensione in central Rome - just steps away from the Viminale (Ministry in charge of police etc), oddly enough! - while apartament-hunting after my first marriage broke up and finding what looked like half the autonomi from Via dei Volsci were camped out on the 2nd floor, so seeing my friend (female) knew some of them we ended up drifting upstairs most evening to keep company with them, drinking cheap wine by the gallon and all singing "El Pueblo Unido .."... "Bandiera Rossa" and "Bella Ciao" hour after hour as someone plinked out a few chords on a beat-up guitar...
Dunno quite what my feelings are about all this - nostalgia, semi-nostalgia or just-plain-irritation that we all messed up so badly? "Ignoring moralities is always undesirable, but doing so systematically is really worrisome." Mohammed Khatami
