It’s common sense – says Marta – the year ends in autumn and starts again in March. And in between? In between is hibernation, or change, or centrifugal force carrying one through the… Continue reading
It must have been Cortázar who convinced me that dreams have everything to do with fuzz. They crawl at night underneath your bed, and while you are busy dreaming something else, hide in a… Continue reading
We have spent nearly two months roving around the Caucasus, mostly visiting people and places that do not feature in the guidebooks, inventing imaginary lands and running different workshops, but also doing a bit of winter… Continue reading
After a week of imaginary travels in Zugdidi we finally feel ready to head towards the place that had been haunting our own imagination long before starting this travel. The land of the… Continue reading
We got to Zugdidi thanks to some dose of curiosity, the interest of Droni Youth Association, and the kind drivers that carried us hitchhiking from Tbilisi.
Nobody knocks on the door after 9 o’clock. The neighbours have just left home after some wine and chat, the witch from down the road never knocks but bangs and would just push… Continue reading
The curtain raises. The transparent moon that impatiently plunges in the sky long before sunset grins in the background over saw-toothed mountains, while we energetically thumb up in the icebound outskirts of Erzurum.… Continue reading