If it will go on like that, my blog will turn into some kind of memorial book. Not a long time ago (8th of September) I wrote here about Lokomotiv. Last time (17th of October) I just didn't want to make this day bad and didn't write anything about Dan Wheldon. But today I can't stay silent.
Marco Simoncelli. 24 years old. MotoGP racing driver. He left us yesterday, during the race at Sepang International Circuit, Malaysia, at 16:56 local time.
I mentioned Dan Wheldon before. He was killed at 16th of October in a racing accident in IndyCar ar Las Vegas Motor Speedway, where 15 cars were involved. He was 33 years old. I came home at Monday and found out about this crash. And I couldn't stop crying, even though I never saw Dan racing and didn't hear about him very often.
But Marco I knew very good. I was watching MotoGP since summer 2008. And that year Marco became World Champion in 250cc class. I remember this day like it was yesterday - everyone was so happy, especially Marco. He was the person I liked since the first time I saw him. Russian commentators called him Dandelion. And since that day me too. In 2010 he came to 500cc (MotoGP) class, and of course couldn't drive as fast as in 250cc, but I believed in him. In 2011 I stopped watching MotoGP, because many races overlapped with F1 and I couldn't follow so many of them. And also I saw crash of Shoya Tomizawa during the race at 5th of September, 2010, and it was also fatal. Shoya was 19 years old. And I didn't want to watch it anymore.
Yesterday I was sticking leaves of trees for my herbarium, and my dad started to read a piece of news. That MotoGP race at Malaysia was stopped after an accident involving Simoncelli, Edwards and Rossi. Nothing happened to Rossi, Edwards was injured with a dislocated shoulder, but Simoncelli... `No..` - I thought, because I already understood what happened and didn't want to hear it. `..but Simoncelli died because of his injuries`. `Marco's dead? No, no way, that just can't be true!` - I whispered. `I will never believe it!` But I should believe. It seems so unreal.
And yesterday I also found out that at 9th of October Russian ski jumper Pavel Karelin died in a car accident. He was 21. I actually never realized that he was so young. Because I'm often watching ski jumping in winter, and Russian commentators mention him so often as a really good and perspective jumper. And he's been participating in world cups since 2007. By the way, four days before this accident I saw ski jumping in my dream, although I never dreamed about it before, and it seemed a bit strange. Seems that it really was.
Three Sundays of October. I really don't want to think about this one.
Sorry about this messy and emotional post. In few days I'll try to write something more positive, about my B-day, Bio-night and so on.
And finally one of my verses, related to this situation. It's in Latvian, but I translated it in English. As it's long, just press Uzzināt vairāk » to read it.
Three Sundays of October. I really don't want to think about this one.
Sorry about this messy and emotional post. In few days I'll try to write something more positive, about my B-day, Bio-night and so on.
And finally one of my verses, related to this situation. It's in Latvian, but I translated it in English. As it's long, just press Uzzināt vairāk » to read it.
