{"id":11050,"date":"2022-10-01T07:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-10-01T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.underwatertales.net\/2022\/10\/01\/senza-limiti\/"},"modified":"2023-06-20T12:30:13","modified_gmt":"2023-06-20T10:30:13","slug":"without-limits","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.underwatertales.net\/en\/2022\/10\/01\/without-limits\/","title":{"rendered":"Without limits"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Limitless<\/a> is the film of the moment, you can find it in the suite of the Netflix<\/a> platform. Beautiful, ugly? True, unreliable? It came out exactly twenty years after the Audrey Mestre<\/strong> accident. Let me give you my opinion, aware of the risk of attracting criticism\u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n
20 years ago<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
In 2002<\/strong> I was a young diver. Relatively young in age (much more than now) but above all with diving experience. I had recently become a CMAS instructor<\/a> and had just returned from my first experience in a diving center on Pantelleria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I regularly attended the diving club where I had done my entire journey and compared myself with my friends from the club. In those days there was the Internet but there was no Google<\/strong>, there were @mail but there were no social networks<\/strong>. There wasn’t even YouTube<\/strong>. Diving was read in specialized magazines<\/strong>. There was Underwater World<\/a>, Sub<\/a>, Aqua<\/strong> and the Diver<\/strong>. The news mostly came from those sources.<\/p>\n\n\n
\nAlberto Balbi<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n I don’t remember how I learned of the death of Audrey Mestre<\/strong>, or rather Pipin’s<\/strong> wife. Yes, because those were the roaring years of freediving<\/strong>. Those of No Limits, of Sector<\/a> who probably poured a lot of money into the system. And of the records, repeatedly beaten, by Pipin Ferreras<\/strong> and Umberto Pelizzari<\/strong>. Of Audrey I remember those photos by Alberto Balbi<\/a>, at the time the most famous Italian photographer in the underwater world. Albert was there. I remember her sitting on the support catamaran, with the Mares<\/a> yellow wetsuit while she ate a banana. I remember her with that gaze lost in space, with that melancholy veil of sadness. A look that reminded me of Ayrton Senna, sitting in his car, still without a helmet, on the starting grid of the Imola Grand Prix.<\/p>\n\n\n
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<\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\nWe talked a lot about it at the diving club. I also remember seeing the video of the dive<\/a>. I remember her fumbling with the sled in a desperate attempt to disengage and escape from those depths. And I remember Alberto Balbi’s TV interview with Sfide<\/a>. The story of him dismayed by that terrible experience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then, as always, I never thought about it again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The last attempt<\/h4>\n\n\n\n