Today I struggle to find the words. These photos tell a moment that has marked me more than I can explain. I was hit by a road pirate: coming from behind, at full speed, over 100 km/h, well beyond the limit.

I was perfectly visible: wearing a fluorescent yellow sleeveless jersey and with the rear red light blinking. Despite this, he did not slow down, did not move, did nothing. He appeared behind me and hit me with the side mirror and the front of the car. At that moment I realized that if he had hit me head-on, I probably wouldn't be here today.

After the impact, I felt helpless, fragile, completely at the mercy of something I couldn't control. But the worst thing wasn't just the hit: it was seeing that he didn't stop. He ran away, leaving me there on the asphalt, as if my life meant nothing.

By chance, while returning to the hotel still in shock, I saw a white Seat that perfectly matched the car that had hit me. The side mirror was broken... the same one I had picked up from the ground just minutes before. I immediately called the Civil Guard, who took care of the case and identified the driver.

I then went to the hospital: fortunately nothing broken, just many bruises on the left side of my body. But inside, something broke anyway.

I share all this not to create controversy, but to remind how vulnerable we are on the road and how just a second, a wrong choice, can change a life.

Today it goes like this. Tomorrow we start again, with a little more fear, but with so much gratitude for still being here. 🤍