That was me, the real me, who returned to that windowless prison van, to those high cement walls topped with barbed wire, to those cold, echoing hallways and barred windows, to that all-consuming loneliness.
This sentence struck me in particular because it brings a human essence into the story. For readers and viewers of the mainstream news that covered this story, Amanda Knox was not much of a human being. She was not somebody's daughter, somebody's friend, somebody's lover--she was a suspect, and everyone believed the blame that the media and the courts placed on her. However, this comment she makes shows her human experience and how all that the media buzz led to, for her, was "all-consuming loneliness" inside the barred windows. It convicts me to think about the person behind the story next time I hear about someone on the news.