Oskar Trobec is first of all Elvis. The rest of his functions include being a butcher stamping a guitar into his burgers, making Elvis vine, and feeling like a King on his Graceland estate up in the hill where the roads ends. He plays his game with a zest and belief even a child would hardly achieve. The cross-dressing of a local butcher into an American dream prototype raises mixed feelings. It takes us from a cynical laughter, down to a sad lament which lurks behind his life, surrounded by people who just don’t have any understanding for such childish but honest games of admiration.