during the first month of this year, Gregor was rushing around like crazy. Running. Missing the train. Losing the keys. Catching the next train. Trying to be a clown. Trying to be a "new Gregor" in the new year. But things didn't go as planned.
He spent the beginning of the month in his hometown, Kikinda. The town stood still in the middle of the flat fields, just as it was when he left it. But this time, it was covered in snow for the first time in many years.
Images from his childhood flashed through his mind. Running into the house to warm his hands after spending the whole day outside.
"It’s cold. I can't feel my fingers", he thought. But also, he felt as if everything that had happened in Maribor was just a dream. And I'll be honest, that’s probably what happens at the end of the project. But the experience is worth it all.
Upon returning to Maribor, he began actively working on a performance and an exhibition that he had prepared with other volunteers from Krško. At the end of the month, they presented their work together as part of a film festival. And he felt grateful for the opportunity to play, experiment, and create.
And imagine this, in a single January, Gregor managed to be on a seaside near Italy, and the very next day on the other side, deep among the high mountains in Austria. Slovenia is such a strange and wonderful piece of land, he felt.
