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“I watch you sleep. By your bedside, I see you in a long black tunic with red embroidery. I bid you the longest farewell, my Puppelé, a term of endearment meaning “little doll” in German. You look serene and beautiful, perhaps more so than ever. It seems a hand has wiped away all your tensions and anxieties. They tell me you’re dead. I reflect on our past, our love. I wonder what I am guilty of. This feeling of responsibility fills me. Because of me, your heart in Paris stopped beating. I remember our first meeting in Vienna, how I fell in love with you, and you with me. We often asked each other, “Who fell in love first?” We laughed, saying “Neither, together.” We were so young and happy. After filming “Christine,” I invited you to live with me in France, and you agreed. Despite the backlash from Austria and Germany, we loved each other without words at first. We later spoke French and German, and Visconti noted our shared “V of Rembrandt”—a sign of our shared anxieties and fears. You were always on edge, struggling between your public persona and private self. People didn’t understand the true cost of your fame and sensitivity. They saw only the myth, not the pain behind it. You were a myth who lived in solitude, battling anxieties that led you to rely on alcohol and tranquilizers. They blame David’s death for your despair, but it’s not true. You were already reaching the end of the tunnel, as you told Lawrence. You wanted to live but found only darkness. I write these words with difficulty. You never accepted the public nature of your work and felt constantly attacked. We lived together for over five years, then life separated us, though we remained connected. In 1968, we worked together on “The Pool.” I met David, your son. Our relationship evolved from passion to deep friendship. Your life’s drama was not fully understood by others. They admired your acting but missed the personal tragedy that fueled it. Until David’s death, your acting career kept you afloat. Afterward, the business was no longer enough. I was not surprised to learn of your struggles but was shocked by your heart’s failure. I watch you sleep. Wolfie, your brother, and Lawrence are here. We remember the past, including a visit from a shy fan named Bernadette who became our secretary. I say goodbye to you, my Puppelé, knowing I loved you and made you a French star. You will rest in France, where you wanted to live. Wolfie and Lawrence have decided you should stay here forever. I took care of your final arrangements but avoided the church and cemetery. Forgive me for not protecting you from the public’s gaze. I will see you tomorrow, alone. Rest peacefully, my Puppelé. I love you.” The full letter is available online. #alaindelon #romyschneider #letterafterdead
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