The unwritten past
You probably already know from my previous blogs that I grew up in Georgia, but I was still far from it. This has its explanation and its reasons are in the policy of the state towards our community and in the historical way of our country. Everything has several reasons and explanations, and not one. I used to constantly blame my parents. Why did not you fight for us? Why didn’t you ask the state to study the Georgian language anyway? Why did you not vote when your rights were violated? Of course, they had the answer: «You do not know, and you will probably never know how I actually saved you.» I often heard words from them that God knows what years we have gone through. The main thing is not to repeat it. We met the people who settled in Marneuli with flowers. We shared our house, our land, our doors, but they misused our goodness. Yes, exactly 30 years have passed. Before that to the generation had not been told about this past. But the time came and many circumstances forced my p