I assumed the amount wouldn't be detectable. I also didn't feel that I had done anything wrong.

The patient in the bed next to me told me that the newspapers were reporting on the test, and it was on television all day long.

It's possible that the name Bettini came up at some point during a conversation with the German Cycling Federation's anti-doping commission, but I certainly didn't claim that he gave me any drugs. They made that up. Bettini warned me: If you said that, then things could get dangerous for you.

The crazy thing is that I really wasn't under any pressure. My contract wasn't going to expire until the end of 2008, and everyone was satisfied with me. But I wasn't. I always wanted to improve.

I rubbed the contents of one bag onto my upper arm on the evening of June 7, just before I went to bed. I thought: Well, it can't hurt. I flushed the packaging down the toilet.

My mother had to justify the fact that she had heart pills.

Of course they were saying: No doping! But as a rider, it's difficult to believe that things can really change from one day to the next.