We don’t know exactly how we’re doing – we’re enduring… If you walk down the street, you’ll only see disinfection machines, the police and one or two people who are either going to work or to buy groceries. Sometimes I really think that I’m in
"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
Shalala Amirjanova lives in Marneuli, in the so-called ‘’red zone’’. She voluntarily helps single mothers and elderly with donations, which are sent by responsible citizens to the region. ‘’Women of Georgia’’ has activated donation function on the website – www.womenofgeorgia.ge. It gives you the opportunity to participate
"If I didn't have my family, I wouldn’t know where or who I would be, I don’t even know what my name would be. I’m very lucky, that I had them in my life. I grew up in a big family. My grandmother was a teacher,
Migrants' daughter I was in the first grade when my father went to Greece and he spent most of his life there. While I was in second grade, my mother followed him and returned two years later. By that time, I was in ninth grade and
The Pandemic I remember nothing like this in my whole life. We were scared, but we were careful, did everything we were told and taught: we didn’t go outside, or anywhere, for that matter; we stocked up on so much pasta and rice that it will
I’m the only woman in Georgia who is openly HIV positive. I have been living for 12 years with this diagnosis. I have three completely healthy children and I’m expecting my fourth child now. I've always dreamed to have many children and I’m happy that
I’m considered a first-generation trans. Imagine, in time of Edika (Eduard Shevardnadze) I already had my identity. In 90's Georgia (I was still a child back then), I came out of the omnipresent street gang period alive and survived. I don’t know exactly why; probably
Immigrants living in the United States have a mantra: as soon as you set foot at the JFK Airport, forget your past and start a new life. I didn’t forget my past and neither my goals. The only thing I forgot when I arrived in