Metelkova je vsa sijoča.

Metelkova is all aglow.

Pisane luči se odbijajo od starih zidov.

Colorful lights reflect off the old walls.

Skulpture iz kovine in lesa stojijo v snegu.

Sculptures of metal and wood stand in the snow.

Zima je, februar, a v zraku je duh Valentinovega.

It's winter, February, but the spirit of Valentine's is in the air.

Mateja hiti skozi množico.

Mateja hurries through the crowd.

Išče svojega izgubljenega robota – malega racaka.

She's looking for her lost robot—a little duckling.

Njena ljubezen do umetnosti in robotike se združi v njem.

Her love for art and robotics merges in him.

A zdaj ga ni več.

But now, he's gone.

Vsak proizvod njene domišljije bi lahko postal del umetnine.

Every product of her imagination could become part of an artwork.

Ob njej hodi Iztok.

Alongside her walks Iztok.

Radovedno se ozira naokrog.

He looks around curiously.

"Morda je račka le želela videti umetnost," se zasmeje.

"Maybe the duck just wanted to see the art," he laughs.

Mateja stisne ustnice.

Mateja presses her lips together.

Ni časa za šale, a mu ne zameri, saj ji je prijatelj in želi pomagati.

There's no time for jokes, but she doesn't hold it against him, as he’s a friend and wants to help.

"Petra je rekla, da je videla raco," reče Iztok.

"Petra said she saw the duck," says Iztok.

Petra, mestna izvajalka in znana po malce neresnih komentarjih.

Petra, a city performer known for somewhat unserious comments.

A trenutno je edina sled.

Yet she's the only lead for now.

Mateja se odloči slediti njenem nasvetu.

Mateja decides to follow her advice.

Kdo ve, kje bi racak lahko končal?

Who knows where the duckling might have ended up?

Petra stoji blizu velike kovinske konstrukcije, z rdečim klobukom in harmoniko.

Petra stands near a large metal structure, with a red hat and an accordion.

"Hej!

"Hey!"

" se zadere Mateja.

Mateja shouts.

Petra se zasuka, rahlo presenečena.

Petra turns, slightly surprised.

"Tvoja račka, pravzaprav," prične Petra, "je šla proti premikajočim se skulpturam tamle.

"Your duck, actually," Petra begins, "went towards the moving sculptures over there."

" Petra kaže s prstom proti bolj glasnemu delu Metelkove, kjer je množica še večja.

Petra points towards the louder part of Metelkova, where the crowd is even bigger.

Mateja in Iztok se prerivata skozi ljudi.

Mateja and Iztok push through the people.

Glasba doni, barve plešejo po obrazu snopov svetlobe.

Music booms, colors dance across faces in beams of light.

Kinetične skulpture se vrtijo in migljajo.

Kinetic sculptures spin and sway.

In tam, zmedeno in hkrati pogumno, Mateja zagleda račka!

And there, confused yet brave, Mateja spots the duckling!

Počasi, a odločno se muči čez sodobno umetnost.

Slowly but determinedly, it's struggling through contemporary art.

"Tam je!

"There it is!"

" zavpije.

she shouts.

Mateja steče, poganja jo mešanica strahu in veselja.

Mateja runs, driven by a mix of fear and joy.

Iztok ji sledi, smejoč se celotni situaciji.

Iztok follows, laughing at the whole situation.

Racak, kot da bi občutil njeno prisotnost, se usmerja proti njej.

The duckling, as if sensing her presence, directs itself towards her.

Nekdo iz množice ga skoraj pobere.

Someone in the crowd almost picks it up.

"Je to del razstave?

"Is this part of the exhibit?"

" zasliši glas.

a voice is heard.

"Ne, ni!

"No, it's not!"

" zavpije Mateja, hitra kot blisk.

Mateja shouts, fast as lightning.

Spretno pograbi racaka tik preden izgine v jeziku neke instalacije.

Skillfully, she grabs the duckling just before it disappears into the depths of some installation.

V trenutku olajšanja ga drži v objemu.

In a moment of relief, she holds it in her embrace.

"Hvala bogu," si reče in se nasmehne.

"Thank goodness," she says to herself with a smile.

Iztok pristopi in gleda račka, ki se vrača k življenju z mečkanjem svojih malih, svetlih oči.

Iztok approaches, watching the duckling spring back to life with the twitching of its little, bright eyes.

Ko se vračata skozi Metelkovo, zdaj spet sproščena, se Mateji zazdi, da razume umetnost malo bolje.

As they return through Metelkova, now relaxed again, Mateja feels she understands art a bit better.

Njena račka je bila del nečesa večjega, nekaj, kar ni mogla nadzorovati.

Her duckling was part of something bigger, something she couldn't control.

Sprejme, da morda ni vedno mogoče predvideti vsega, in to je v redu.

She accepts that maybe it's not always possible to predict everything, and that's okay.

Medtem ko luči Metelkove tonejo v noč, Mateja objame racaka bližje k sebi.

While Metelkova's lights sink into the night, Mateja holds the duckling closer to her.

Zaveda se, da je vsaka avantura priložnost, vsaka izguba umetnina.

She realizes that every adventure is an opportunity, every loss a piece of art.

Prva avantura njenega robotka, že skoraj umetniško delo.

The first adventure of her little robot, already almost a work of art.

Valentinovo je in malček je doma.

It's Valentine's, and the little one is home.