"Before my child’s birth, I led a socially active life – I worked in the Telavi children’s library, had a shop in the neighborhood, phone booths, and so to say, we had a decent life while other people around us struggled to make both ends
„I am originally from Guria, but I lived in Tbilisi. My husband and I ended up in Rustavi because of the family situation. Rustavi was a completely new and strange city; I did not know anyone here. To be part of a city, you have
„After graduating from the department of journalism, I went to England to attend a short English language course and to help my aunt out in her Georgian café. All in all, I stayed there for two years, and during that stay, I met my future
„I live with my father in a rented apartment. Dad has a heart disease and he needs 100 GEL worth medications per week. My mother is a migrant to Spain. It so happened that the senior citizen my mom was taking care of, passed away
I have lived in Kvemo Alvani for 17 years, the village where a woman is not encouraged to pursue personal development or career growth. It can be felt in every aspect, every issue, stereotypical thinking of people and the attitudes towards a woman’s role and
„I identify myself as a queer. Being a queer for me primarily means confronting with heteronormativity, recognizing and realizing that sexual orientation and gender identity is not binary, but a spectrum. Before getting there, I walked a long and difficult road. For a long time I
„A scene in a kindergarten: - Why are you crying?! You are not a sissy, are you?!” – The preschool teacher scolds my son. - Calling someone sissy is rude! Besides, boys cry too! – My angry son retorts. I am summoned to the kindergarten. In my opinion, fostering
„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
„My twin sister and I were born in Chechnya. We were very small when the war broke out and our parents took us to Georgia together with other refugees. Since then we have lived in the Pankisi Gorge. Now there are already six siblings in