It needs some red.– Calvin After the beautiful insanity of Tunisia, we barely had time for laundry (as in clothes, not line laundry), and we were back on the road for yet another kite festival – one much nearer, shorter in time, but much, much bigger in space. I mean, just look at the map … Read more
Doch wir wollen ihn dir zeigen und du wirstmit Staunen sehn daß er dir sein Herz geweiht. A patio. The orange glow of the cigarette lights the night. There is sand in the air, carried by a westerly wind. There is an invitation to knock on a particular door. To the south, a strip of … Read more
When Zmajoljupci call, we ride. The summons arrived on Friday: Žuža and Žare, ever faithful disciples of those lying meteorologists, chose to believe the forecast – and by Saturday morning we were already in the car, reasonably well stocked with kites, pointing ourselves towards the Croatian capital. The day turned out splendidly. Spring at her … Read more
The aromatic smoke of the last beedee rises and swirls, the first warm sunbeams playing with it like mischievous kittens. The dark, cold January is well behind us: the first flowers are just about to bloom, the birds are singing their hearts out … We try to look forward, to smell the spring on a … Read more
“I don’t know how to January!”– Marczin So … when it became clear that after so many years we’d have to spend the great holiday of Uttarayan not in India, but in Slovenia – and not just Uttarayan, the whole bloody January! – we promptly went through all six stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, … Read more
And thus yet another year of kites comes to a close. And what a year it was! The sheer numbers are well above our expectations laid out at the end of 2024 … We helped kids make over 1.500 kites! We were at 12 kite festivals all over the world, we had 23 kite aerial … Read more
Duality, that’s the word. The most vulgar tourism one can imagine (drunken stag parties of entitled overgrown children everywhere all the time) – and the most peaceful travelling through emerald rice terraces. Out.of-place “sport pubs” and neon-polluted “night clubs” – and the most intricately built temples. Four star concrete “all-inclusive” resorts with swimming pools and … Read more
So, you thought we’d forget this? The best kite festivals of the Summer? Forget Indonesia? Yeah, right. Here we go! This story started almost three years ago on a freshly harvested cotton field in Hubbali. Aji and Gregor were relaxing after they managed to convince the Slovenian trilobite to carry three Indonesian cobras into the … Read more
“Do I feel lucky?”– Harold Francis Callahan Days before the Creative Days of Faust Vrančić festival are the worst. Not only does every venture out of bed carry an inherent risk of breaking a leg or catching a disease (the world is a dangerous, hostile place), one has to take extra care of the loved … Read more
A long, long time ago there were the Austro-Hungarian, Ottoman, and British Empires. Then a lot of things happened, and now there are Slovakia, Slovenia, Hungary, Romania, Turkey, India, and the United Kingdom — among many other pieces of this long-lost, irrevocably shattered imperial puzzle. Andrea and Ľubica are imperialists at heart*, so they tried … Read more