Vogel Herzog Idiot
At the half-way point of his life, possibly in the middle of his career, an opera singer asks himself whether he has not already achieved everything he once set out to do as a young student of music. He has performed on many stages, both large and small, and has played all kinds of roles, both large and small. Despite this he still imagines himself clothed in many other costumes and recalls the mighty tones of Boris Godunov and the seven doors of Duke Bluebeard. And why has he still not been allowed to make the audience laugh as Papageno? As if in a dream he embarks on a musical journey – from Ukraine via Hungary to Austria – both serious and light-hearted, that takes him through the realm of his desires on whose horizon he may perhaps find self-knowledge.