Dear Arthur
I've been following FRECA and I have to say that there's a lot of great talent there. But don't you think I'm too old for this category ? Who would be crazy enough to let a 21-years-old girl drive in FRECA ?
Also, I'd feel bad to take Hamda's seat, I know it's all about results and money but Hamda is such a great example for women and especially middle-eastern women to believe in themselves. Plus, I don't have a lot of money. I'm not a part of any academy nor do I have sponsors. And no brand would be crazy enough to sponsor me only for my last name.
Onto the subject of Jules' Marussia : I'm. Not. A. Driver. Anymore. They will never let me drive it, don't be delusional. They will always choose your brother since he's an F1 driver.
Finally, we definitely aren't even. I'm « the sister of the dead driver », that's worst than being « the brother of ».
Yours sincerely
Louise
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