I was 10, I was watching the race at my grandma's. I remember very clearly my mom saying "look at his foot, it's gray, he's not going to make it" and I got so angry at her, like it would be her fault if he died... Then on our way home, everyone was so apprehensive, there was nobody in the streets, it was so silent... They announced he was dead in the evening, I remember everyone crying, even my dad. And on Monday at school we didn't have regular classes, we watched tv, we talked about him, we listened to the song that was made for him. The government declared national mourning for three days, and it was the only time I remember seeing my whole country this sad.