My mother is an Ossetian raised in Georgia, but I always said that I was born in Georgian and Tskhinvali is Georgia. My mother died when giving birth to me and I grew up without her. I was a really beautiful girl, I sang well and
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
"Women of Georgia" will, from time to time, offer stories from occupied territories. For these women, it’s vital to have a trusted platform, where they can speak up and tell their stories. Our first respondent is a woman from Abkhazia, who chose to stay anonymous
'When we lost Abkhazia and the victorious Abkhazians came to the border, we took refuge in a family of our relative – in the village Orsantia in Zugdidi region. That's where our misfortunes started. In the Gali district, this place was called a ''low zone'', as
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
,,If I looked at my life, like it were a movie, two episodes like red lines would stroke my mind, stark and emotional: fireballs launched at our plane escaping Sokhumi, and the doomed scream of a girl mercilessly forced into a car. I was 18 years old when I left Sokhumi and moved to Kutaisi to study. I loved the technical subjects and
''I lived in Abkhazia until I was 13 years old. My parents are still in Saberio. My siblings finished school there. When I turned 13, my mother vehemently insisted for me to move to my grandmother, in Zugdidi. Grandma was living there alone and needed some help.
"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
Guli Tchitanava: “I was among those who left Sokhumi on the day it fell. I stayed till the end. My brother and son were fighting and how could I leave them?! When we heard artillery shots, we went running to bunkers for shelter. We were not