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
Education -------------- “You’re a Gurian traded for a dog” they say, but we have been living in Zugdidi for eight generations. I graduated from high school in 2003. Back then university entry exams were still very corrupt. My mother is a teacher and my father is a former
Hand -------- „Exactly five years ago, on May 29, I fell from the ninth floor. Even though there was a very little chance of survival, I survived. However, because of this accident, my family lost everything they had. I survived and was given another chance to enjoy
“Am I different or not? I don’t get such questions. I don’t know what it means to be different. I am an ordinary person just like everyone else. I cry when I listen to Mozart – it reminds me of the happy times I have
“Surname --------- I’d like to start telling my story by stating that I am a feminist. It hasn’t been long since I identified myself as a feminist. My surname attests to that – my surname and that of my diseased husband speak of my being a feminist
“I have been working as a teacher at school in Merjevi since 2000, which is a 17-year experience. I teach physics and mathematics. In 2014, I was elected a majoritarian deputy in the elections of the local self-government. I was the only woman among 12
I remember the feeling I used to have while returning home at dawn from the morning liturgy at the Sighnaghi temple. I used to be proud and smug - while the village was asleep, I had toiled, labored, prayed for others… I led an ordinary life
When I was four, I got a syringe needle in my eye while playing… Then doctors and nurses made various mistakes, as a result of which, at the age of 9, I completely lost sight in one eye and I needed prosthesis. I was so young,
“I’m in the café with rakushkas (“rakushka” means a “shell” in Russian) at Frida’s” – a client of ours told a friend on the phone. Since then our café has been called Rakushkas and I’ve been called Frida. The colors - yellow, blue and white