'’I was born in Gali and I was a completely healthy child. I had polio at the age of five, probably because I wasn’t vaccinated. In the village, I didn’t get proper treatment – a large volume of fluid was incorrectly removed from the spine
‘’When I was growing up, no one let me feel different and I didn’t realize that I was different. One day when I wanted to run outside with the kids and my mom couldn’t explain why she wouldn’t let me go, she let me stand
We have been at war since 1991 and we defended every inch of our land with our own lives. My husband's life was also sacrificed to this struggle in 1992. We knew that Eredvi had been attacked the day before and the captives had been taken
Student of the Academy of Arts. A potter. It's one thing when you make your own decision to leave home; but then there's what happened to us
"I'm from Abkhazia, Sokhumi; I’m an Abkhazian war veteran. I worked at the Agudzera military hospital. On September 28th, I left the fallen city and hiked through the Chuberi route. I have been through a lot and I'm still struggling. It's hard to remember the story
My father "I was born in Tbilisi, my mother was my father’s second wife. He was an actor and at the same time did manual labor. When the war started, he was transferred to a factory. Back then, the rocket launcher artillery, ,,Katyusha’’ was newly invented
School ------------- I’m a ninth-grader attending one of the public schools in Gori. You can find lots of pros and cons looking at schools from various perspectives. Firstly, school is one of the (if not the only) means for personal development and growth as we spend most
May 9 ------------------ I was brought up in a kind of family where, you know, they told me at the age of 5 that all I was told about Stalin and Lenin in the nursery was a lie and we didn't speak of them in our family
Wheelchair way of life ____________ I’d been living happy life before 1994, but then, like others, I also became the victim of the of the havoc wreaked in our country at that time. We were attending relative’s funeral in a neighbouring village Qveshi. On our way back home