
In kindergarten you still wanted to be Kekec, a rascal with a hat on your head you'd flip shepherds into the mud, chase around the forest and set traps for teachers who fell for the innocent childhood smile.
As a kid you still dared to look under Mojca's skirt and tell her you're not afraid of the Wolf. If a buddy jumped into the ditch, you jumped after him. When you fell from a tree, you swallowed tears, because it was forbidden for cry-babies to climb back up.
Do you still want to be Kekec?
Have you tied yourself to a tree with a loan? Did you sell your skin to capital, hide in the hole of public administration?
Do you dare to pull the carrot from the boss who takes away your right to disconnect? Steal orphan Bedanec, because he's not happy with him, drops for aunt Pehta so you can see clearly? Do you dare to go to the mountain, before it gets in your way?
They wanted to ban our trees, boilers, stoves. They made nomads out of the Endemit nation. When they set obstacles for us, we could've filed a Rožle. We could've stood above the lonely abyss, but we'd rather follow the wolf's track on a new path to Kader.
The first year of trials is behind us, and we still sow the will to life everywhere. Creativity remains.
In kindergarten you still wanted to be Kekec, a rascal with a hat on your head you'd flip shepherds into the mud, chase around the forest and set traps for teachers who fell for the innocent childhood smile.
As a kid you still dared to look under Mojca's skirt and tell her you're not afraid of the Wolf. If a buddy jumped into the ditch, you jumped after him. When you fell from a tree, you swallowed tears, because it was forbidden for cry-babies to climb back up.
Do you still want to be Kekec?
Have you tied yourself to a tree with a loan? Did you sell your skin to capital, hide in the hole of public administration?
Do you dare to pull the carrot from the boss who takes away your right to disconnect? Steal orphan Bedanec, because he's not happy with him, drops for aunt Pehta so you can see clearly? Do you dare to go to the mountain, before it gets in your way?
They wanted to ban our trees, boilers, stoves. They made nomads out of the Endemit nation. When they set obstacles for us, we could've filed a Rožle. We could've stood above the lonely abyss, but we'd rather follow the wolf's track on a new path to Kader.
The first year of trials is behind us, and we still sow the will to life everywhere. Creativity remains.


Kader at Grad Kodeljevo runs on two levels: a terrace and a bar upstairs for talking, and an intimate basement below where the techno lives.

Kader at Grad Kodeljevo runs on two levels: a terrace and a bar upstairs for talking, and an intimate basement below where the techno lives.

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