"A special child”, “I don’t know what to do” – these are the questions or concerns that I, as a mother of an autistic child, have often come across and I understand the fear and confusion that drags down the parents and gives them the
“When I was a child, I had light long curly hair, and people used to gasp: “How cute, she looks like Barbie”, or “Look at this Rapunzel”. Needless to say, I used to be glad. I wanted to be the hero of the fairy tale
„I’ve been a “guerrilla gardener” for about three years. I joined the team in a few months it came into existence and I’ve been an active member since then. I first heard about this movement from a well-publicized incident related to Vake Park. I suddenly discovered
„My childhood was rather difficult. When I was 15, my 20-year-old brother was killed in a car accident. I was the only child left in the family. Not that we put up with his loss, no, but we actually learned to live with a diseased
Barbare Sulkhanishvili – was a regular member of the Telavi Department of the Society for the Spreading of Literacy among Georgians (1914-1915). She defended women’s rights in her various newspaper articles and was bold to contradict male writers publicly. Here is an excerpt from one
„Being a reporter is a tough profession. Not only because it requires intellectual abilities and knowledge but because it demands different, sometimes “special”, physical abilities from women. For instance, it is useful if you can run well and do not get easily tired, because you
"I dreamed about studying in the Arts Academy since childhood, but my family members made me change my mind. The parents used to nag me: “Why would anyone want that?” or “Becoming an artist is useless, you should aim for being a teacher instead!”, and
“My official name is Mortula, but everyone calls me Gulo… My dad gave me the name. I am originally from Samachablo, the village of Akhmaji. The village is right at the border and Russian troops used to be deployed at three locations, but now only one
„The first time I disapproved of school was when I was in the seventh form. This was when the school divided our class I had been with since my first year at school by technical and humanitarian fields. It was very difficult to get along