AIDA
is back home. It seems like a short name yet it will last
forever, simply because she is art: And genuine art always
does. When she was created by Verdi and the Egyptologists,
she was given this fine operatic name, AIDA. Although Verdi
sold her to Khedive Ismail in exchange for fame and money,
Ismail did a great job by giving her back to Egypt where
she truly belongs.
She
is now more than a name, she is part of Egypt, its culture
and history. Few people achieve such fame, but she is not
a person she is larger than politics, sport and money, she is
an essence, a power that captures the hearts with her music,
AIDA.
AIDA,
like Egypt, comprises both the history that never dies and
the future that lies ahead, even in the drama, the heroic
couple don't die at the end, they get ready for tomorrow's
show and so it goes on.
AIDA
is not an opera any more. She is more than that: She has
entered the wonderous world of cybernetic no-man's-land,
between myth and reality. She is up there, moving into the
eternal constellations which shine so bright from Egypt.
Egypt
makes the perfect setting for AIDA, its history turns it
into an atmospheric space of marvels but also gives it the
ability to survive life's practicalities. She becomes like
Egypt a "Light-Pilot" making extra-terrestrial sounds that
send viewers on a river-trek into the after-glow.
