The funeral


Monday, May 2: at the morgue there are only the serene face of Ratzenberger, and the other swollen and bruised of Senna; the two opposites in the world of Formula One are close in a surreal silence. The manager of the champion, Julius Braga, brings two dresses that must serve for the last trip: one blue, one grey. Then he chooses the grey, "because I can't see him like that, it's not fair" .
The brasilian is laid out on a stretcher and covered with a white veil; flowers and telegrams are placed on the floor, scattered all around like a big crown. His face is unrecognizable, swollen and scarred, his hair are crushed by the blood.

May 3, 1994, two days after the accident at Imola: to return the body home as soon as possible, gets in the way Brazilian President Itamar Franco, who calls Oscar Luigi Scalfaro, and prays him to hasten the bureaucracy for return the hero at home because millions of people are waiting for Ayrton. The Italian President of the Republic understands the delicacy of the situation and provides a special flight.
The coffin of Ayrton, wrapped in the green and gold Brazilian flag, first travels on President Scalfaro’s plane, from Bologna to Paris, then on the flight "Varig RG723" Paris-Saint Paul. The pilot that controls the evening flight from Paris is paulist, just like Ayrton Senna. He decides to transport the body of the illustrious countryman not in the hold as provisions: a few rows of seats in business class are dismantled and the coffin of three-time World Champion is placed there, among the passengers, between the row 12 and row 13, with the green and gold flag above. The master shall inform the passengers of this change as something that most likely won’t be repeated more in the history:

"You know, we're bringing home a friend who for years we have hosted with pride in our flights. He is here among you and it if you want to come and bring him a greeting, we will allow you to do it. "

And it is so that the flight turns into a wake at ten thousand meters, with a long procession of passengers ranging, in respectful silence, to pay their last respects to Ayrton. Something magical, a silence that envelops the entire plane and the passengers. No crying spells, no baby crying. Only silence.

The plane lands on the runway at São Paulo airport. The door opens slowly and there are, at attention, the soldiers of the army Brazilian. The coffin is placed on the firefighters truck and here the long journey to the funeral home begins.
On the streets there are all Brazilians: wealthy men, prostitutes, drug addicts, families. There are nearly 5 million people to pay tribute to Beco.

Milton and Neide, the parents of the Brazilian, come followed by their son Leonardo and their daughter Viviane, to bring their greeting to the son who they won’t see again.
Viviane takes the yellow helmet of Ayrton and her tears fall on the floor, while dad Milton tries to comfort her.

The compound greeting of Ron Dennis, Alain Prost, Gerhard Berger and of many other protagonist in the life of three world champion seem a melancholy goodbye; an invitation to come back in the car in two weeks for the Grand Prix of Monaco. The coach of Ayrton, Nuno Cobra, approaches the coffin with his eyes down and the heart full of pain. Only after a caress at coffin, he explodes in a desperate crying. He knows he won’t have anymore a guy like Ayrton under his wing.

In a meadow in the middle of St. Paul, in a grave without crosses or candles, among many other Brazilians, rests in peace Ayrton Senna. On the marble is engraved a Bible passage which is dear to him:

"Nada pode me separar do amor de Deus."

Nothing can separate me from the love of God.



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