I’ll write this right away, so we can avoid misunderstandings and, above all, save Report’s friends work, who may have already turned on the investigative drone above the paddock.
I met by chance with Paolo Zampolli at the Miami Grand Prix.
End of news.
There were no briefcases. There were no confidential dossiers. There were no secret rooms. There were no plans to destabilize the world order between a safety car and a pit stop.
Just two Italians greeting each other amidst the engines, Formula 1, passion and that very dangerous thing called social life.
Of course, I understand that for some, if two people meet, it immediately becomes an “international network”. If they shake hands, it’s a “plot”. If they smile, it’s a “lobby”. If they take a picture, we are already at the “system”.
To reassure everyone, next time I meet someone casually at the bar, I will first send a preemptive PEC to Report with the subject line:
“Request authorization for non-subversive greeting.”
So maybe we can prevent a coffee from becoming an investigation, a selfie from becoming a conspiracy, and a Grand Prix from becoming a special episode.
In the meantime, I confirm the most scandalous thing of all:
we met, we said goodbye, we smiled.
Very serious.
Very serious.
