I remember that period with a sense of wounded disbelief - it was just unbelievable. Barrichelo's crash was like "woo, close one! ". Then Ratzenberger, and there was no humour about that. Then the startline crash, and a sense that, somehow, we'd got away with that one, and now we can have a great race. Then Senna.
And somehow, even after all that, we go to the next race, Monaco, to try and lay the seeds of normality that will allow us to move on, and Wendlinger had his horror smash and was left in a coma. Just unbelievable, the whole thing. Was it Lauda who said "it was like god had his hand over formula one for twelve years, and that weekend he took it away". Sounds about right to me.