What comes to head erstwhile we say “Georgia”? Excellent wine? Juicy grenades? Floral toasts raised by the tamada (the master of the ceremony) during the Supra (a delightful feast)? Beautiful landscapes? A actual sympathy of Georgians to the Polish people?
According to conventional Caucasian legends and applications, Georgia is the second Eden, a paradise on earth, a country so beautiful, so sunny and grateful that it wants to stay forever, and in no another place on earth are there so many beautiful women.
Anyone who has visited this tiny but diverse country will surely agree with the opinions cited above.
Savoring conventional Chinese or chachapuri, we seldom think of the painful past of the country which gave the planet Joseph Stalin and Lavrentija Beria.
However, from this comfort and complacency at the same time beautiful and painful, Nino Haratischvili throws us out. Born in 1983 and raised in Tbilisi, this Georgian teenage author and her household emigrated to Germany. Although his monumental and highly artistic works are created in Goethe's language, he kidnaps his readers in the mediate of the Caucasus in specified a remarkable way that we almost feel the rays of the sun on our cheeks.
Recently, it was premiered by its latest book, almost 800-page volume "The little and little light", which focused on years of systemic transformation, the collapse of the USSR, Georgia's quest to bring about independency and cultural conflicts in the Abkhazia, depicts the destiny of 4 young women trying to find love, acceptance and relationship under these unfavorable conditions.
The book, told as a retrospective, laced with events, emotions and experiences, is not only a beautiful communicative about entering adulthood and becoming a female – it is primarily a communicative about the fact that past sins cast long shadows, and the consequences of bravado actions, conflicts and wars caused by men are borne by women.
The Patriarchate in Georgia is as average and apparent as Catholicism in Poland. From the top it seems perfect, focused on protecting a female and worshiping her like a mythical priestess of a housefire.
It is only by looking closer that we realize that the chivalry of Georgian men is actually a complete incapacitation of women who, wanting not to, become objects of desire, and even a commodity that, decently married, helps to avoid gang wars or bloodshed.
Surrounded by specified a tight protective umbrella, made up of fathers, uncles, brothers or husbands, women can either passively surrender to destiny or effort to break free – risking not only their reputation, exposing themselves to ridicule, ridiculousness, calling themselves crazy or crazy, but sometimes besides their own wellness or life (which Haratischvili describes equally beautiful and profoundly sad).
It is not known from now on that nothing causes in a "real man" as much fear as an independent and self-thinking woman.
It would seem that geographically, culturally and religiously, however, distant Georgia will be full of exoticity and diversity, which we will not be able to transfer to the realities of everyday life we know.
However, it turns out that the community of experiences of women from the post-communist bloc is annoyingly identical and annoyingly unknown.
All these silent heroes who, in humility, endured and endured humiliation and suffering as a consequence of men's actions, deserve not only fiery thanks but, above all, the restoration of their memory. Like the memory of 4 relentless friends from Tbilisi restores Nino Haratischvili, giving them a voice to tell their communicative themselves.
