The hopes will gather
Like kids around
A pot of stew.
– Ilija Trojanow, Straddle
I think I found one way to live in an ideal world for a few days.
It was my first time being in the backstage of a festival ever, at the end of August in a charming little Slovenian town. I only had a distant childhood memory of this medieval cuteness called Ptuj and it didn’t fail the reality of its completely not pretentious, but will-win-you-over streets. And when most of them are devoted to poetry and wine, well, what else do you want? Continue reading “Ptuj.”