His heart betrayed him.
That great heart that each one of the many people who wanted him well now can only remember, that heart that commanded a kind, witty, humorous, affectionate or caring thought for those who believed in a value that still few people put before everyone else: friendship.
Antongiulio Manieri suddenly left at the age of 61, in his Roma, where he had returned from Malindi a few days ago.
To us saddened people, both those who have just crossed the barefoot walk on the African beaches or who have raised the glass with him in the many common festivals, and those who (and there are so many) today weep a companion of adventures, safari, serene evenings chatting in his villa of Casuarina or on a sunbed in front of the Indian Ocean, remains the memory of a man of natural elegance, but never before.
A true person, good and always available to complicity, positive living, fun.
Antongiulio had arrived in Malindi in the early eighties and since then it has not been a year since he stayed there, often for months and months.
There are many messages of affection that have come to us for him and that have populated already since yesterday the social profiles of many fellow countrymen scattered around the world who, still unbelieving, know that they have lost a presence of those who did well to the soul, even the mere knowledge that he was there, that his smile, his calm voice, a punctual joke and affection for those who knew how to share it.
This morning in Rome funerals. 
Antongiulio in addition to a people of evil friends and not, leaves two sons. My dear Marco, who I embrace strong, and his sister Marta.