“Our village was half empty that night. We were about to go to bed, Datiko and I, when someone banged on our door, telling us to run and hide somewhere, as the Abkhazians were coming and killing everyone who remained. We ran for our lives,
„Let me be straightforward… If anyone loves Georgia, that must be me. I used to be enthusiastic and patriotic in everything but my son’s death has embittered me so much that I always say I’d rather have a coward son who is alive. I am
„(Salome) We are internally displaced persons (IDP) and therefore considered as a vulnerable group. Here, in Tserovani, there were two non-government organizations (NGO), implementing various projects. It is fair to say that we started participating in different events since the winter of 2009. Teona and
“I was part of the “first wave” of internally displaced persons. I fled my hometown Tskhinvali in 1991 and have never returned there since. My mother is from the Akhalgori region, so I lost my favorite place there too. Since 2008, I’ve lived in Tserovani
„I was 24 when I was summoned by the commissariat during the World War Two. Our regiment was taken to Ukraine. But we had to stay there for only two or three days. I was a doctor-stomatologist. They registered us and told us that they
„I have lived here since the war and have not been able to go anywhere. They forced me to leave that area. I was not able to take anything with me. I had a very good life and did not lack anything. I had worked
“I was very young, around sixteen months old, when we left Gali, so I don’t have clear memories of abandoning home and travelling. I do remember, however, what our life was like after we arrived in Tbilisi. I remember standing in a long line for meagre
„I had a very ordinary life and ordinary childhood. I was not vigorous and there was nothing remarkable about me. However, after I graduated from university and went back to live in Akhalgori, I could see that the life was monotonous, especially for the young
„War! Even the sound of this word is terrible and imagine surviving the actual war. It was June 22 of 1941. I was a 10th grade pupil. In the yard where I lived, a radio was installed on a tree, broadcasting news. That morning they