Ana Desetnica

It is always nice when the performers get the audience involved. 

And the second show was not so inclusive, but we had fun, regardless of the siege. 

 

Getting lured into

the lost wheels of time.

A day exactly as it is supposed to be (with abundent photo ops)

It all kicked off with the opening of the Ana Desetnica street theatre festival and its first show of the afternoon. 

(where there was this guy who I think had - in these difficult times - landed himself a well deserved job with the Ministry of Silly Walks - perhaps the only ministry in this downtrodden part of Europe that still actively employs people).
Then I silly walked (inspired as I was) to someplace completely different where I met some people and got handed a beer (At tea time!I mean really! Do people have no shame these days? Unfortunately this can apparently not be avoided as strange things tend to happen to strange people (like myself)). While gently wrapping my lips around the plastic see through container and slowly sipping on the beer, some people around me got trapped in large boxes, while the rest of us were lucky enough to watch on in disbelief as we were entertained by the invading creatures from the underground (who appear to be just like you and me, only with shorter legs).

At some stage I managed to escape these body snatching invaders and bravely made my way to a street on the other side of the river (thinking I will be safe there, as there was no way these short legged people could cross the high waters). And yes, apparently, everybody else believed the same, for there was party and dance on that part of the river.

I can only imagine that these celebrations continued late into the night. But duty called (and I heard that the short legged creatures from the underworld returned to the underworld, so both river banks were safe once again), so I headed for an exhibition opening, where I saw this guy

actually reading the exhibition catalogue at the opening.  Had he not learned anything? Reading is for the beach (if you are an exhibitionist type like this guy clearly is). Hey psssst! There is an actual photo hanging right there, on the wall, right behind you. Turn around. Turn around! TURN AROUND!... Oh, ffs, this is useless. You are not going to turn around are you? Like ever?!!?
I give up. I'll walk away...
and stumble into a lively concert that brought my day to an end.

 (Thanx everyone for making all these photo ops possible - if every day was as good as this, there would be an endless series of good days)

I have

no idea why they always keep telling us not to play with fire - it looks great fun (not to mention impressive).

These guys

were great fun and you should go to see them if they come to your town (if they were released from prison, of course).

The mechanical bull

was going straight for me, but I didn't flinch.

Ms Flames

and her firefingers. I meet her just a few hours before the show, relaxing in the shade, hidding from the scorching sun (scorchio, as they would say in the fast show). My friend who introduced us had only the most wonderful things to say about her. So after hearing what a wonderful person she is and meeting her, I of course thought I might make the effort and get to see her show on the night and if possible take a good photo that she could have as a souvenir from her Ljubljana performance. Well, I managed to make the show and take a few photos. Some are good I think, so it seems like she can leave the town with a little souvenir from me. 

Let me give you

my heart.

The first day

of Ana Desetnica (15 years of it - already?). And the first day of the Festival of the Theatre of the Oppressed (1 year - where were they all this time? - I know the answer to this one is bloody obvious really). If there is no other way you can support them, come and support them with your presence, they will be thrilled to bits, you will hopefully enjoy yourself and the worst side effect (if you go to the theatre of the oppressed) is that you might start thinking about the world you live in). So all in all, not bad really.

Fire

is always welcome during the cold winter evenings. Whatever form they might take...

Tango

the night away. Don't look around. Don't pay attention to all the peiople watching you.