started to mix in the Aids community. She often remarked about her healing powers and she shared the limelight with giants like Mother Theresa when the plastic Margaret Thatcher dismissed her with scorn. Diana cavorted with astrologers and Tarot readers and handled African children like stage props always keeping her eyes on the camera. And she did a lot of good in focussing public attention on this sordid neglect of human heritage. But it all fell to bits when viewed against the glamour and expensive costumes that brought the cameras clicking on her like tropical storms. She was convinced that she had powers, given to her by destiny and hidden forces. She was also out to identify with the world of massive populations and potentially important economies like that of India and Egypt. It is not suprising to me therefore that she chose two very public lovers in those ethnic communities. She asked someone about how those Arab men were. This was hardly something to do with love at first sight or sudden flushes of self consciousness when she had already treaty lovers like Charles Hewitt to every present she could please him with. It sounds more like the start of a mission that was planned and motivated by a desire to do things properly.
Some idea of what was crossing Princess Diana´s mind began to emerge with the Taj Mahal event which brought the lonely Princess in touch with the nostalgic stories of ancient India. The identification was not lost on the paparazzi who shot their way through it driven by this instinctive sense of identity. Funnily enough, most of the shots were as empty as Christmas calender shots, devoid of the real meaning that the juxtaposition of monument and live princess could have captured. Doubtlessly,