I arrived at the Sachsenring still carrying some pain from Assen. I wasn’t at 100%, and I knew it. The plan was simple: step by step, assess how I was feeling session by session, don’t push what couldn’t be pushed.

Friday went better than I expected. Seventh in pre-qualifying, through to Q2 — not at all a given, considering where I was coming from. Race pace looked good, there was something to build on. I said to myself: ok, we’re there.

Saturday in Q2, second run, Turn 7. I lost the rear at 140 km/h. Highside, crash, gravel. I came back to the pits on the back of a scooter and already knew something wasn’t right.

At the medical center the X-ray confirmed what I feared: a complete and displaced fracture of the left collarbone. Surgery needed.

I flew back to Italy that same afternoon and on Sunday morning Dr. Giuseppe Porcellini and his team operated on me. Surgery went well, already home. Thanks to him and his whole team — it’s not the first time they’ve fixed a fracture for me, two years ago the same story, same collarbone. They are true professionals, and having them by my side in moments like these means a lot.

Three weeks off before Silverstone. It’s not how I would have wanted to get there, but it is what it is. Now head down, recovery, physio, and everything it takes to get back on the bike in the best possible shape.

A tough month and a half — Hungary, Brno, Assen, Germany. Four weekends to forget, each for different reasons. It hurts, I won’t pretend it doesn’t.

But one thing I know for certain.

It’s a tough moment. But we are tougher.

Nothing will make me give up.

See you soon.