For Nikoloz ‘Niki’ Antadze, his growing winery in the village of Manavi, Kakheti, is a dream come true. Niki who is in his forties, first made wine when he was a child, having learned the craft from his father and uncle. For him, the space on which his vineyard stands contains a dose sacred of importance. To begin with, the neighbouring village of Tokhliauri is a direct link to his ancestry, where his predecessors lived and made their own wine. [Read more…]
I was going through my grandmother’s old notebooks the other day, and amongst the many recipes for Blinchiki, ‘Good Cake’, ‘Very Good Cake’, ‘Cake which was at Nunuka’s wedding’, and some descriptions of magic herbal teas, I stumbled upon an interesting entry: ‘Against depression’, the title stated. It immediately caught my attention: I have never heard any grandparent mention the word ‘depression’. Heck, I haven’t even heard this word said in anything other than a cynical tone of voice even from my parents’ generation. [Read more…]
Daptar columnist Zaira Abdullayeva talks about the everyday reality of domestic violence in Daghestan
…He started to beat her on the very first day, even on the first night. He hit her in the face. For what or why — she didn’t ask. She never asked. Later, he stopped beating her face, only other parts of her body. ‘His friends in law enforcement taught him this’, Izha says. She talks about her late husband with an indifferent smile. Very often there were no bruises, but her eyes grew dark. [Read more…]
A large number of women’s issues have to do with stigmas and stereotypes that are based on non-existent biological differences between men and women. According to a lot of people, mental capabilities, functions, beauty standards, preferences, and more, vary between sexes. This in turn causes problems for women, problems that are often ignored or not perceived as problems in the first place. What puzzles me is that people are sometimes even more oblivious to women’s issues that arise from an actual, existent difference between the two genders. [Read more…]
I’m a white, Georgian, Christian (well, that’s a bit debatable) girl born and raised in Tbilisi, and I still feel like a minority. I’m a diagnosed introvert (and when I say diagnosed, I just mean that my shrink swept all my emotional problems under the ‘struggling introvert’ rug on the first session and told me not come again). Of course, I never admit this to anyone: first of all, introversion is one of the most commonly misunderstood phenomena — everybody assumes introverts are the socially clumsy, rude people shying away in the deserted corner of a crowded party. Second of all, once you tell someone you are an introvert, they start treating you exactly like one of those shy people — they either assume you don’t want to talk (in which case they stay clear of you) or they think you have a desperate fear of being rejected (which is why they smile at you like psychopaths until their face hurts).
I eat ice cream in front of hungry people. As I take a bite, I feel their faces glued to me. They ask for help, but I am not sure if a coin in their cup will make any difference. That’s why I make my way through the sea of people, eating my ice cream and holding onto my guilt. [Read more…]