Prost: "We saw each other outside the racetracks, although this happened rarely. He knew how to be so attractive... When we used to look for each other, call to see each other, talk, he quite openly admitted that he missed me, that he wanted so that I would always remain close. I didn't even dare to think that this could be said out loud somehow! We always respected each other, sometimes we hated and loved... This is the special subtlety of our relationship, which we both recognized and which was so difficult, practically unacceptable in the world in which we both lived. Press, it was difficult also because we were still very different and, despite everything, we still got along poorly, without building any illusions on this score, neither he nor I. These were fantastic years, very difficult to survive. Us. It was a beautiful war between two individuals, between two men, between two... Almost gods, so to speak! But we could not live this war, this battle only on trusts, only in some episodes, often ostentatious for the press. We lived it every day, every hour. Lord, how unbearably hard it was! And today it has become... almost poetically beautiful, I would say. What's wrong? It became fantastic. Never before have we been so close to each other as at the very end. And now we are getting closer and closer..."
Alain spoke with an amazing expression of some kind of guilty tenderness in his eyes. And - in the present tense. And when the author of the film, Pierre Jouvet, gently corrected him, he fell silent, and then smiled: - "Yes. .. but I can't say otherwise, because everything is alive for me. And everything goes on."
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