I think a lot about how my life went before this happened. Some people say they were finally able to rest; some have discovered new things; for some, the routine didn’t change at all. I’m especially envious of those people since my life after the
'When we lost Abkhazia and the victorious Abkhazians came to the border, we took refuge in a family of our relative – in the village Orsantia in Zugdidi region. That's where our misfortunes started. In the Gali district, this place was called a ''low zone'', as
Seeking for myself… It was exactly five months ago I confessed to myself and to my friends I was a transgender woman and couldn't live otherwise, didn’t find it worth living otherwise. I’ve spent 22 years looking for myself though. My memories start from the age
''I study at the Tbilisi Free University, at the math and computer science faculty. I'm in my fourth year and will become a programmer. Before I started studying I only had a general idea about programming. Before that, I was studying in Kutaisi in Andria
''I was 33 years old when my husband and I got married. This is the age for a woman when everybody asks why you're still not married. The most annoying question I remember was when they asked if I had any problems and that was
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''I work for Georgian Air Navigation, I'm an airport observer in the Batumi airport tower. My duty is to ensure flight safety. I'm giving pilots instructions and directions so that they can make the right decisions about what to do; in addition, together with my
''I got arrested in 2009. I was convicted with article 260. I was sentenced to 10 years, spent 3 years and 8 months there and came out with an amnesty. My problems started after I was out of prison. I'd remark, if they wanted to
Episode#1 "There was another fight in our house. As usual, it was about nothing. He was drunk. At least he could restrain himself when he was sober, but once he was drunk, he couldn't hide his aggression anymore. He cursed at all of us. I tried