So, another MotoGP weekend begins in 12 hours and I can only feel sadness. Marco, great racer, great man. And a great example that you can miss someone yo have never met. It’s been a year since he died but I can’t get over it. I still can’t BELIEVE it. Looking at his pictures, I feel like nothing happened, but then I realize he’s not here anymore. Sometimes I feel like crying. Sometimes I hate him so much… But above all, I just miss him so fucking much.
One year since I am not the same I used to be anymore… I miss him so much… I know very well that his death changed me… what happened… I am not the same anymore… I know very well this affected me.