I’m the only woman in Georgia who is openly HIV positive. I have been living for 12 years with this diagnosis. I have three completely healthy children and I’m expecting my fourth child now. I've always dreamed to have many children and I’m happy that
I’m considered a first-generation trans. Imagine, in time of Edika (Eduard Shevardnadze) I already had my identity. In 90's Georgia (I was still a child back then), I came out of the omnipresent street gang period alive and survived. I don’t know exactly why; probably
I think a lot about how my life went before this happened. Some people say they were finally able to rest; some have discovered new things; for some, the routine didn’t change at all. I’m especially envious of those people since my life after the
''I worked in the Tbilisi Symphony Orchestra for 62 years. When I left I was 80 years old. My character helped me a lot since I always try to overcome every obstacle in life. When I left the orchestra nobody could say I couldn't handle
When I was 19 years old, studying at the Theological Academy, I wanted to help other people and in summer I went to the homeless children' house in Dzegvi Monastery for a short time. I was young then and just curious about what was happening
,,I have two children. Tsotne is 4 years old, Ioane - two and a half years old. I was 22 weeks pregnant when doctors diagnosed Ioane with Microcephaly. When I heard it, my first question was if the child could live. I couldn't think about anything else.
,,I grew up in a Catholic family. I lived in Abastumani. We were 2 sisters and 3 brothers in the family. Our grandmother often told us, that there are no differences between men and women and that everybody is responsible for their own actions. She
''I always loved nature, climbing the mountains. I'm thankful to my parents for everything they gave me; they never told me to stay inside, rather do what I loved. I always wanted to be a geologist and I'm really happy that my dream came true.
“Anytime I read stories similar to what I'm about to tell you, I thought, “Silence kills!’’ First of all, I blamed women who have been victims of violence, who didn’t speak up and who, by their silence, were allowing the number of abusers to grow.