Carlo Pernat, imaginary dialogue with Marco Simoncelli
“[…] “Paolo and I were near the wall. When you fell, we looked at the monitor. You didn’t move, and your father told me: ‘Carletto, Marco is dead’. “What the fuck are you saying, Paolo? What the fuck are you saying? ‘ ‘I tell you he’s dead, I know. ” We run to the medical center. They keep us out, they explain: “It’s hard”. They shake their heads: there is little chance. Few possibilities. We hugged and I hugged him so tight, I swear. We waited three quarters of an hour. Maybe it was a second, maybe an eternity. Heart massage, they did not want to give up. Besides, they told us. […] We went in, just the two of us. You were there on the bed, without a helmet and with the suit. Not even a scratch. You had a serene expression. I would like to tell you that it almost seemed like you were smiling, but that’s not true. The curls. […] Your curls. I couldn’t take my eyes off. We still didn’t believe it was happening. No, it wasn’t possible. Not you. I wanted to shake you, shout: come on, Marco, wake up! I thought about that last game of cards, about the laughter. I tried to hold back the memories. Your father was very brave. “
Adapted from Belin, what a paddock
Andrea Dovizioso
“[…] One turn. Then, on the second, the red flag. I go back to the garage, I still have my helmet on and they tell me that Marco has fallen. I sit there, not understanding. Suddenly, Simone arrives. He’s pale, upset, I’ve never seen him like this. He tells me that maybe I can also change: the situation does not seem good. Marco lost his helmet from the blow he took. I, who have not yet seen the images, widen their eyes. […] It didn’t take me much to know what happened, in a moment the whole paddock talks about it. The news is so unreal that I don’t react. […] I leave the garage and go to the Honda office, one of the most difficult corners of the circuit. […] It’s a suspended time, I’m confused. […] Why don’t I feel anything? Is this how the encounter with death works? I’m afraid of not feeling anything. […] The blow comes when I return to the garage. Suddenly I start crying like I’ve never done in my life. Desperate. Without consolation. For a time that seems infinite to me. Then I decide to go to Paolo. I feel I have to do it. […] And here it is no longer the meeting between the enemies of a lifetime but between Marco’s father and the former playmate of his son who is no longer there. We embrace in tears, without speaking. […] It’s strange, because up to that moment I had had an even worse relationship with Paolo than with Marco. “
Adapted from Asphalt
Loris Capirossi
“October 23, 2011 is one of the worst days of my life. […] When I get to turn 11 I see all the flags waving and I see what happened. That’s Marco… He’s lying on the side of the track. […] I can’t stop, they wave me back. I arrive in the pits and try to… understand. The team speaks of a “serious accident”. Red flag, for now we wait. Then I’ll go to Valentino, immediately. I enter the Ducati garage, he comes towards me: ‘Oh, what happened?’, I ask him. He goes: ‘I don’t know, he fell … I took him, I touched him.’ After a few minutes Carmelo Ezpeleta, the boss of Dorna, arrives. He’s not telling us, he’s not telling us. Yet we know. ‘We are doing what we can’. Vale has black eyes, I am a magone that I do not tell you. ‘The race is canceled,’ says Carmelo before leaving with a handkerchief in his hand. […] At 4.45pm, Sepang time, my friend Marco Simoncelli dies. […] A cursed day. “
Adapted from 65, my fearless life
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