We used to meet at the Grand Prix races when Alex Zandari was a composed and smiling neighbour of our box, at Williams. I was with him when he walked with his artificial limbs for the very first time at the Autosprint Caschi d'Oro. I met him several times in his new role as a highly cultured, determined and intelligent messenger of the sheer value of life itself.
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