Hello. After enormous difficulties, I managed to find Gé Cordoliani, Corsican like me. I think he’s distanced himself a lot from his hometown of Rutali. I had trouble locating him—he lives either in Africa or far from everything, and has health issues. He promised to get back in touch because he planned to return to Corsica. Since then, nothing. That must have been about a year and a half ago. I’d spoken to him on the phone because in Nosy Be, we used to sing in the showers. He sang beautifully, often in Corsican, and also a song that later became the famous one from *Les Bronzés*: "Da la dir la da da" with these lyrics: *Un jour ma ramatou m'a dit da la dir la da da, si toi paie pas moi touche pipi, elle m'a trifoullé toute la nuit et le lendemain à l'infirmerie je vais voir mon pote Cordoliani...*
As for Saez, check *Copains d’Avant*. I posted a photo taken in 1971 during what I think was a sports certificate event. There are a lot of people from the command building (Colonel, Commandant, Lieutenant Exposito, whom I saw again later in Vence, where his wife was from...). Adjutant Saez—if my memory serves—we crossed paths again in Nice, where I was living, as well as another adjutant whose name I don’t remember. I was in Tanna from December ’71 to September ’72, with a 2-month stay in Nosy Be, and I worked in Colonel Peron’s Secretariat. That’s why I saw so many things and people, and I had a wonderful time. It’s also true that in the military, function takes precedence over rank...
See you soon,
Pierre
