“Do you have those colourful crepe paper rolls?”“Sure, how many do you need?”“All of them!” This dialogue was repeated in all six discount stores we visited. We robbed four Chinese shops of every spool of thread they had. The people at Bauhaus probably thought we were building a hotel after seeing all the bamboo roll … Read more
Relinquo vos liberos ab utroque homine– Saint Marinus Land versus sea. Barren limestone versus fertile flysch. Forest versus stone. History versus bliss. Saints versus fiends. Light versus darkness. A locus of opposites jutting out into the Kvarner Bay in the northeastern Adriatic, a two-faced island. It almost touches the mainland, lying barely a nautical mile … Read more
WOOOOOOOOOOW!!!– everyone It was but a dream. Yet it was perfectly, unbelievably real. A kite workshop we could only dream of was happening right there in front of us, under the watchful eyes of Žuža and Žare, deep in the adrenaline forest of Lopar on Rab Island, Croatia. Unlike our never-ending, rolling, chaotic, death metal … Read more
Om nom nom nom nom …– trees in the Maribor City Park We just can’t help ourselves. We are like that scorpion who stings the frog carrying it across the stream: it’s in our nature. Long ago we stopped pretending that this time our kite workshop would be a relaxing, fun, well-organized affair, with a … Read more
A kite festival with perfect weather, perfect winds, and the perfect team? You know, the one where everything goes up effortlessly, all the flying monsters are airborne, the lines have absolutely no intention of tangling, and a weary kite flyer can finally sit down, relax, and crack open a cold one with a bunch of … Read more
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