Maria 's Norma in Epidaurus.

At Epidaurus, I walked into Maria Callas's footsteps.
 Her Norma was constantly on my mind.
Tonight, I came across an offer for the 1960 Norma program  on the web while I was looking precisely for photos of this event, asking myself what it was like in 1960 in Aix -en-Provence at boarding school and would I have even thought of Maria Callas in Argolid, singing Norma?
I was too shy and poor to even imagine travelling to Paris! Climbing to the" Gods" at Marseille Opera house was familiar to me because of my parent's job there, and I was safe up there, seeing the stage from a distance and having plenty of space and time to dream, listening to music and singing! Acting came later to my mind...
Greece was a dream land alive only  through Sophocle's tragedies performed in Epidaurus with masks and cothurnus in a stony amphi theater surrounded by pine trees  under a starry sky at night,  where some 14000 ancient Greek folks could sit and even hear a whisper at the top tier!
When I entered the special  Ecole Normale, I was offered a book full of black and white photos of Greece, landscape and people, ordinary people, but real ones. I could see their wrinkles and feel their tanned  salted skin because of hard days'work under the sun and on the sea, our sea, we have always shared with them, as they founded our town, Marseille. The text was simple and deep,  lines of poems, from Homer, Sophocles, Aristophanes...
Greece was also a kind of myth in my childhood memory. In the 50s all the schoolchildren joined the celebrations  of the foundation of Marseille, some 2600 years ago, by brave sailors from Greece who happened to find the coast and the few people there, hospitable.
Greece was on the cover of all the books which were given to us at school,  for free. We could see the wedding of Gyptis and Protis every day before writing in the books.

When we arrived on the site of this antic theater,  I sat on the first stony bench (the first row ones are the only ones with backs),  looked at the center stage then to the top rows near the sky and the pine trees and thought:  'this is it, you are sitting on the poshest, nearest seat, what we call 'un fauteuil d'orchestre' and now, Maria Callas will appear and shush, let her sing ... Casta Diva... run to the top and listen... her voice is floating with exquisite  whirls you can hear easily...stay there for a while and dream...is she going to stab her children , really? not under such blue sky... let her sing and do not think ...your thoughts are too loud... shush...'
Still...
Will I pay roughly 70€ with shipping expenses to have the dream come true...?

 or will I leave it as a dream so  it will be possible to open again the web-window and gaze at another trip with Maria on photos and let 's go!

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