Start Date: 11.06.2024
How long can a person follow their dreams? How long can they chase their dreams? Ever since I was little, my only dream was to be a Formula 1 driver. That was my brother's only dream too. How could I have known that love would...
This has been an obsession for many years, but to put it in writing in a comprehensible way, we have to go back a little bit. My father was a former Formula 2 driver. My dad saw my mom racing when she was younger and this incredible love started. Our obsession with motorsport started with my dad, he taught us about cars and how they work. He taught us everything from how to take parts off and put them back on, to how to modify the car. It worked out perfectly until I was eight years old and my brother and I hijacked my mom's car. Of course, that sounded more fun than ridiculous back then, unlike now. When we returned home, the scene was completely different. My mother was sitting on the sidewalk crying, surrounded by police officers and neighbors, she said she thought we had been kidnapped. After that, my mom gave us both a restraining order against cars, but that didn't stop my brother or me. Soon after, I went to the same courses as my brother and started my karting career like him. Right after karting, I started racing in Formula 3 and then Formula 2. In F2, I signed with Red Bull Junior Team and started racing for a team called Carlin Team. "Anna, your phone is ringing." My brother shouted from the kitchen and threw the phone right next to me on the couch in the living room.
"It's not a pillow, it's a phone, Daniel!" I grabbed the phone off the couch where he had thrown it and answered the call. Hearing my team manager's voice on the other end of the phone, I looked up and stared nervously out the window.
"Hello, Mr. Marko. How can I help you?" I tried to suppress the obviously nervous tone in my voice.
"There's an important meeting tomorrow, Bronie. The meeting will be attended by a few mechanics from the Red Bull team, a strategist and Christian Horner. "Christian specifically asked for you to be in the meeting." After talking about the meeting on the phone for a short while longer, I left the living room and went through the large door leading to the terrace of the house to give this news to my brother. As I was walking through the door of the terrace, I was slipping and falling down because of the carpet in the hallway. I'd been clumsier than I'd ever been lately. Thank God it wasn't affecting the races.
"Guess who just called?" He lifted his head for a few seconds from the simulation setup he had set up on the terrace.
"Fuck off Anna, I'm working." I sat down on the couch without caring about his swearing.
"Marko just called. He wants me to attend an important meeting tomorrow. Red Bull's strategists and engineers would be at the meeting. And Christian Horner. I'll be in the same room with Christian Horner! And here's the bombshell: Christian Horner specifically asked me to be present at the meeting!" My brother stared at me blankly for a while without answering. Then he turned to the large screen in front of him and exited the game, for the first time in his life my brother had exited in the middle of a simulation, "You're not kidding, are you? If you're really joking, Annabelle, as God is my witness, no one can take you away from me." I ignored his threat and repeated that the meeting was real. "I swear to you I'm not joking. Tomorrow I will be in the same room with my idol in the same meeting!" My brother got up from his chair and pushed the chair aside with his foot. He was hugging me tightly and asking me questions at the same time.
"Would they notice if you recorded it? Or secretly take a picture or something?"
"Brother!"
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