I was supposed to meet Frédéric Mané for an interview that never happened. Immediately, I felt him as a kindred soul that perhaps I might have met in some ancient times. An immoderate love has marked my whole life for the Greek-Roman tradition and the Near East. Frederic was born and grew up in the southern part of France between Perpignan, Collioure and Cadaquès by the Mediterranean Sea called in Latin Mare Nostrum. He breathed the same air our ancestors breathed, and maybe he cultivated the same dreams that Salvador Dalì and Matisse had in the same shores.
I also found curious that Frédéric’s family had a