On this very sunny day, I took a walk around parks in Georgia and checked some Antique & Old stuff Market on Dry Bridge, where you can find anything, beginning from the soviet era to the present days;
I’ve just bought some very old cookbooks among the Georgian bouquinists.
Enjoy slideshow 
I sipped some lemon tea and held the hot cup in my hands for awhile. It was very cold in the room and I tried to let the warmth of the cup in me, through my frozen fingers. It was very late and I wanted to sleep as soon as possible, though I had to write a story for morning paper, it was my job and some readers, I don’t really know what kind of readers, waited for this story, every single morning.
I wasn’t paid well, so, I hardly kept myself from day to day. Though it was winter already, I even didn’t turn the heating on, it was too luxurious for me and I couldn’t afford it. Hot tea cup was my only shelter from extreme cold.
I experienced the moment like, when you want to write about some feelings, but either there is none or you are stressed so much that you don’t know what to share. Who knows, maybe I had something to write, maybe I could invent some story, but it was very hard to collect and then spread everything on the empty sheet of paper.
It was almost dawn, hot tea has already gone away, I couldn’t feel my fingers, I couldn’t feel that I still held the cold cup, squeezing it tightly in my hands and staring on an empty sheet, with no word on it.
I closed the laptop, put the cup aside and went to bed to warm it.
There will be no morning story in the morning paper. There will be absolutely vacant column, either telling something or absolutely nothing to its viewers.
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I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected:
As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind me watched as I placed the items in front of the cashier. While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated, ‘You must be single.’
I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the derelict’s intuition, since I indeed had never found Mr. Right. I looked at the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my selections that could have tipped off the drunk to my marital status..
Curiosity getting the better of me, I said , ‘Yes you are correct . But how on earth did you know that?’
The drunk replied, ‘Cause you’re fucking ugly.
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“Safety”, “feeling like a fish in the water”, “feeling as if you’re in a dream” etc. have you ever really thought about these words and phrases actually? I haven’t, until I went underwater covering 11 meters depth, staying there for 18 minutes.
So, I got my scuba, actually I was helped to put it on, stood up hardly (it was terribly heavy), they threw me in the water and I went for diving in the Red Sea together with my diving instructor. Though I am not kind of a coward person, I had some strange feelings as it was for the first time and didn’t know what there waited for me.
As I mentioned above, scuba was very heavy and I also had stone belt on my waist. We went down slowly, water met us with air-like clearness, full of corals and colour fishes, blue, red, purple, black, grey etc all the colours of the nature were now underwater, my eyes were wide open, I was tremendously astonished, moving my head slightly left and right, as, with scuba no sharp movements are possible.My diver was holding my hand and carrying me slowly, showing various wonders of the Red Sea around us.
From time to time he tightened my hand and asked me via hand signals whether I was ok or not and I was responding him with the same way – circling with thumb and index finger, while keeping rest of the fingers straight, meaning “I’m OK”. After awhile, he asked me “let’s go down” with his thumb down, I repeated it too, as I felt well and I was able to go deeper in the sea. More depth equals to more wonders in the Sea.
Time passes and suddenly, my diver pushes on my shoulder hardly, I looked up and kind of a shark’s tail passed away, for just a second I was scared a little bit, but soon everything was OK, five dolphins were swimming around us peacefully and joyfully, yeap, joyfully, I felt that, they were swimming up and down, we were in the middle of the dolphin circle, Gosh! it was the most amazing and extraordinary moment in my life. No, I cannot express in words what I felt then, yes! Definitely! It was the moment called “just like in a dream”, “fairy tale” or some other fairy stuff, which is not just stuff for me any more. (Later when I got back to the yacht, I was told by divers that I was very lucky, as they were chasing for filming dolphins for a month there);
I enjoyed diving very much, Red Sea embraced me warmly, showing her hospitality to a newcomer, I was co-dived by exceptionally wonderful diver, holding my hand as gently as Al Pacino held her partner’s hand while dancing Tango.
And notwithstanding of our terrifically heavy scubas, he led me to Tango pas so gently as if he was carrying a feather in the air, and my dear people, once and for all, I was shocked and amazed of all these.
Being so weak and feeling so safe at the same time – I could never imagine a moment like this.
I miss it; I am so bored of playing rough games.
I have just jumped
Signal – “I’m OK”
dancing
Flirting Turtles :)
What I cannot bear is the next failure in my love affairs . . . too tired of all that mess and troubles and torture . . . I am definitely sure that I don’t need these anymore . . . love seems good but not for me as I don’t know how to treat it, at least I was never taught how to treat it. Sweet for others became bitter and chili for me. I don’t know the reason of it and I have no mood to seek for reasons, no time for that; too many games were played and guess who was a toy in these games? Quite easy! it was always me. So that’s the reality I hate.
I love dreaming. I find my peace in them. I am a terrible, terrible dreamer. It isn’t good of course but dream is the bed I can rest in, the place where I feel real myself and I don’t want anybody to disturb me. I hate when someone knocks at my dream door.
So please just leave me alone with my dreams if you’re not sure of fulfilling these dreams.
Theme from “La Boum”
Dreams are my reality
A different kind of reality
I dream of loving in the night
And loving seems alright
Although it’s only fantasy
If you do exist
Honey don’t resist
Show me a new way of loving
Tell me that it’s true
Show me what to do
I feel something special about you
Link for download La Boum
Love your country. Your country is the land where your parents sleep, where is spoken that language in which the chosen of your heart, blushing, whispered the first word of love; it is the home that God has given you that by striving to perfect yourselves therein you may prepare to ascend to him
~Giuseppe Mazzini~
AND I LOVE MY COUNTRY!
I would like to give you some impression about my country through pictures:
TETNULDI – peak in the central part of the Greater Caucasus Mountain Range, located in the Svaneti Region of Georgia.
USHBA – 4,690 m
DAVID GAREJI - is located in Eastern Georgia, 25 km from Tbilisi, on Iori plateau near the border of Georgia and Azerbaijan. It includes the complex of 19 Medieval monasteries with approximately 5 000 cells for monks.
Vineyard and grandfather
Tiflis – capital of Georgia
Medea Japaridze – Famous Georgian Actress (1923– 1994)
