The Break

I had initially planned to go to Thelavi in the East for my break. Unfortunately things happened and I couldn't go around celebrating in Georgia. Instead, I was online, looking for 'cheap flights', talking to family over the phone, sms-es (texts), guilt trips, crying endlessly, hoping and praying, going to the airport and travelling agencies. Giving up. Feeling guilty in the middle of the night, sobbing quietly in my room. Living on pain killers as I hardly slept but cried endlessly most nights. Starting the process all over again. When I finally saw the possibility of going home, it was too late! They didn't have space for me. I took a deep breath and was somewhat relieved at the thought that it was over. I did all I could. The rest was beyond my control. The funeral was on Saturday, the 17th. I cried almost the whole day. I couldn't get hold of my family the night before, nor the day of the funeral. I finally talked to my sister all of 3seconds but choked up crying and had to go. I hate to cry. I never want people to see or hear my cry. That was a slip off. Apparently she texted me back, but I didn't ge tit because she had run out of credit on her phone. I haven't felt that alone in a very very long time. I was alone in every sense of the word. I'd sometimes take a walk to the beach and just sit there and watch the waves and think deeply. Sometimes I'd feel better, sometimes weird. After the funeral, a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders! I knew it was over, and there was nothing I could do about it! No more trying to see if I can still make it. None of that. on Saturday, the 17th. I cried almost the whole day. I couldn't get hold of my family the night before, nor the day of the funeral. I finally talked to my sister all of 3seconds but choked up crying and had to go. I hate to cry. I never want people to see or hear my cry. That was a slip off. Apparently she texted me back, but I didn't ge tit because she had run out of credit on her phone. I haven't felt that alone in a very very long time. I was alone in every sense of the word. I'd sometimes take a walk to the beach and just sit there and watch the waves and think deeply. Sometimes I'd feel better, sometimes weird. After the funeral, a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders! I knew it was over, and there was nothing I could do about it! No more trying to see if I can still make it. None of that.

My New Home in Batumi

When I told Clintyna that I was moving to Batumi, Clint asked what I'd do if it's actually a little shack way out of the city, in the middle of nowhere. But they just call the area Batumi. I told him, having lived with 2 totally different host family, I'll be happy to move in with a family that wants me to live with them. All I want is a happy/positive environment in the home. It doesn't matter how much money they have or what their house looks like. Be careful what you wish for! I took a cab from the marshrutka station where the marshrutka from Akhaltsikhe had dropped me off in the rain. It took me to my new home with the help of my regional rep who was on the phone the entire time, directing the driver. My new host mother met me at the parking lot, she was wearing black. She looked rather different. I don't know, there was just something about how she looked. I tried to suss her out, but failed. She paid for my cab as the driver didn't have change for me. She had to run upstairs to get the money, I stood at the parking lot, at the entrance to this really dodgy smelling block of flats. It's really dirty down there! The entrance is rather small, it wouldn't be that hard to just sweep it every now and again. I'm not sure where the smell comes from. We then walked up a flight of stairs to a very dangerous looking lift (elevator) that only stays open for literally, a second. so the first person jumps in, and either lets it close and presses the same floor again, for it to think that it's where it was meant to go. Or keep the doors open with your own 2hands. I hopped in as well, with my huge 30kg suitcase. The lift doors don't close fully, so you can see through them and could even drop, I don't know, a cell phone through the opening? We got to our floor, it looked small, it's tiled with beige and brown tiles or carpet (tapyt). Not sure. Then, to the right was our entrance. What I thought was the entrance to 'our' flat, but later found out it's a passage to 2different flat entrances. It's tiled with really nice, new burgundy tiles. I was really happy to see that, when I thought it was my home, but, never mind! Then into my new home! My regional rep told me I'll be staying with a host mom, her mom and her daughter. Too many women under one roof if you ask me, but let's see how it pans out! Into the flat, there's a door right infront of you as you walk in, then another one to your immediate right. That's my room! She said: Welcome to our home! This is your room! Please rest! She pointed at the sleeper couch and told me that was my bed. Month room: it has a dining room table with 6 chairs, a huge wall to wall unit with china (dinner sets), a technics music system with a record player and cassette player,2huge speakers, a black piano and a chair infront of it. Basically, it's a dining room! With a sleeper couch squeezed in for me to sleep. It has a door. Yeah, that's a big deal here! The door doesn't have a lock just a handle. The door is the usual half frosted glass on top and half wood at the bottom. I thought to quickly unpack and see if any of my clothes are wet as the suitcase was on top of the marshrutka for while it rained for the entire 6hr trip. Some of the clothes on the side were damp, but no damage, thankfully. I looked around and realised there's no place for my clothes. WHAT? No wardrobe? You're going to host a lady and you don't have a wardrobe? Oh well! I thought, I'll just live off my suitcase for my year in Georgia. I took 3 of my dining chairs and packed my dry clothes. My host mom took my damp ones to hang them on the line in the balcony. The balcony is outside their bedroom. It's a bit slanted, I feel like I'm going to slip and fall off from the fifth floor whenever I'm on it. It's covered in blue sale, the sides (at least). So no standing on the balcony to people watch or check the view out. There are about 4 lines stacked really awkwardly and closely together but somehow the clothes do get dry. She offered me something to eat. I was famished! I can't eat before or during travel as I suffer from motion sickness. She took me to the tiny kitchen next to the small room opposite the main door. It's open plan, with the usual kitchen stuff, fridge, microwave. THEY HAVE A MICROWAVE! So good bye cold food! A dining table and chairs (yeah, a second one). Which gave me hope that they won't be using the one I'm my bedroom. (Holding thumbs). I went to the bathroom, it's also tiny, and really really dirty! The only thing clean in there is the toilet, thank goodness! Other than that, the curtain shower is filthy! It looks like, it used to be blue, but now is really dark brown. You can tell it's never been washed. They have 2small mats infront of the bathtub and the sink, both are brownish/greyish. They look like they used to be yellow. There's hair all over the place. I ate, fresh bread, made out of her bread making machine, and chicken stew. It was delicious. She also made chilli sauce, which I really enjoyed. All the utensils, looked slightly unclean. She called to a man in the small room next to my room and introduced him as her husband. WHAT? THERE'S A MAN IN THIS HOUSE? He's super tall, could easily be 2metres. I asked her who else lives with them. She told me she has 3daughters. WHAT? How come I didn't know any of this! Then proceeded to say they all leave abroad, France, Germany and Budapest. She lives with her husband, and her 3year old grandson. Yeah! Not with her daughter and grand daughter Indira! Do your homework! My host dad told me they have wi-fi! Yippee! Or not! Depends how fast it actually is! I might not even be able to watch any programmes online. Which is what I need the internet for. Otherwise, I can just use my blackberry. He set my laptop up and I was ready to go. Of course, I stopped whatever I was doing, and went to my favourite site to see if I can watch anything. And I could! Score! We chatted a bit and I went to bed (read: internet). I couldn't watch programmes anymore! Great! I spent a huge amount of time trying! Until I just went to sleep. The move was during our 5day break before the beginning of school year. I spent an enormous amount of that time, looking at flights home, for the funeral, crying, being super sad. Considering leaving. Realising how silly that idea was. Talking to my sis back home and missing my sis who was vacationing in Europe, and my friend Michelle who was vacationing in Turkey. I felt so alone and spent a lot of money on the phone. My host dad, gave me a new 1 or 2GIG ram because mine was too small at 500MB. Which was surprising to me as I remember clearly buying 2 500MB rams in Melville (Johannesburg) which means one of the people I took my PC to for fixing, who ended up not fixing it, stole my ram. I looked through my window at my view, I can see the Sheraton hotel! Perfect! I really am in Batumi! Sigh! hat I was moving to Batumi, Clint asked what I'd do if it's actually a little shack way out of the city, in the middle of nowhere. But they just call the area Batumi. I told him, having lived with 2 totally different host family, I'll be happy to move in with a family that wants me to live with them. All I want is a happy/positive environment in the home. It doesn't matter how much money they have or what their house looks like. Be careful what you wish for! I took a cab from the marshrutka station where the marshrutka from Akhaltsikhe had dropped me off in the rain. It took me to my new home with the help of my regional rep who was on the phone the entire time, directing the driver. My new host mother met me at the parking lot, she was wearing black. She looked rather different. I don't know, there was just something about how she looked. I tried to suss her out, but failed. She paid for my cab as the driver didn't have change for me. She had to run upstairs to get the money, I stood at the parking lot, at the entrance to this really dodgy smelling block of flats. It's really dirty down there! The entrance is rather small, it wouldn't be that hard to just sweep it every now and again. I'm not sure where the smell comes from. We then walked up a flight of stairs to a very dangerous looking lift (elevator) that only stays open for literally, a second. so the first person jumps in, and either lets it close and presses the same floor again, for it to think that it's where it was meant to go. Or keep the doors open with your own 2hands. I hopped in as well, with my huge 30kg suitcase. The lift doors don't close fully, so you can see through them and could even drop, I don't know, a cell phone through the opening? We got to our floor, it looked small, it's tiled with beige and brown tiles or carpet (tapyt). Not sure. Then, to the right was our entrance. What I thought was the entrance to 'our' flat, but later found out it's a passage to 2different flat entrances. It's tiled with really nice, new burgundy tiles. I was really happy to see that, when I thought it was my home, but, never mind! Then into my new home! My regional rep told me I'll be staying with a host mom, her mom and her daughter. Too many women under one roof if you ask me, but let's see how it pans out! Into the flat, there's a door right infront of you as you walk in, then another one to your immediate right. That's my room! She said: Welcome to our home! This is your room! Please rest! She pointed at the sleeper couch and told me that was my bed. Month room: it has a dining room table with 6 chairs, a huge wall to wall unit with china (dinner sets), a technics music system with a record player and cassette player,2huge speakers, a black piano and a chair infront of it. Basically, it's a dining room! With a sleeper couch squeezed in for me to sleep. It has a door. Yeah, that's a big deal here! The door doesn't have a lock just a handle. The door is the usual half frosted glass on top and half wood at the bottom. I thought to quickly unpack and see if any of my clothes are wet as the suitcase was on top of the marshrutka for while it rained for the entire 6hr trip. Some of the clothes on the side were damp, but no damage, thankfully. I looked around and realised there's no place for my clothes. WHAT? No wardrobe? You're going to host a lady and you don't have a wardrobe? Oh well! I thought, I'll just live off my suitcase for my year in Georgia. I took 3 of my dining chairs and packed my dry clothes. My host mom took my damp ones to hang them on the line in the balcony. The balcony is outside their bedroom. It's a bit slanted, I feel like I'm going to slip and fall off from the fifth floor whenever I'm on it. It's covered in blue sale, the sides (at least). So no standing on the balcony to people watch or check the view out. There are about 4 lines stacked really awkwardly and closely together but somehow the clothes do get dry. She offered me something to eat. I was famished! I can't eat before or during travel as I suffer from motion sickness. She took me to the tiny kitchen next to the small room opposite the main door. It's open plan, with the usual kitchen stuff, fridge, microwave. THEY HAVE A MICROWAVE! So good bye cold food! A dining table and chairs (yeah, a second one). Which gave me hope that they won't be using the one I'm my bedroom. (Holding thumbs). I went to the bathroom, it's also tiny, and really really dirty! The only thing clean in there is the toilet, thank goodness! Other than that, the curtain shower is filthy! It looks like, it used to be blue, but now is really dark brown. You can tell it's never been washed. They have 2small mats infront of the bathtub and the sink, both are brownish/greyish. They look like they used to be yellow. There's hair all over the place. I ate, fresh bread, made out of her bread making machine, and chicken stew. It was delicious. She also made chilli sauce, which I really enjoyed. All the utensils, looked slightly unclean. She called to a man in the small room next to my room and introduced him as her husband. WHAT? THERE'S A MAN IN THIS HOUSE? He's super tall, could easily be 2metres. I asked her who else lives with them. She told me she has 3daughters. WHAT? How come I didn't know any of this! Then proceeded to say they all leave abroad, France, Germany and Budapest. She lives with her husband, and her 3year old grandson. Yeah! Not with her daughter and grand daughter Indira! Do your homework! My host dad told me they have wi-fi! Yippee! Or not! Depends how fast it actually is! I might not even be able to watch any programmes online. Which is what I need the internet for. Otherwise, I can just use my blackberry. He set my laptop up and I was ready to go. Of course, I stopped whatever I was doing, and went to my favourite site to see if I can watch anything. And I could! Score! We chatted a bit and I went to bed (read: internet). I couldn't watch programmes anymore! Great! I spent a huge amount of time trying! Until I just went to sleep. The move was during our 5day break before the beginning of school year. I spent an enormous amount of that time, looking at flights home, for the funeral, crying, being super sad. Considering leaving. Realising how silly that idea was. Talking to my sis back home and missing my sis who was vacationing in Europe, and my friend Michelle who was vacationing in Turkey. I felt so alone and spent a lot of money on the phone. My host dad, gave me a new 1 or 2GIG ram because mine was too small at 500MB. Which was surprising to me as I remember clearly buying 2 500MB rams in Melville (Johannesburg) which means one of the people I took my PC to for fixing, who ended up not fixing it, stole my ram. I looked through my window at my view, I can see the Sheraton hotel! Perfect! I really am in Batumi! Sigh!

Last day in Akhaltsikhe

 Friday, 9 Sept 2011



Thursday  the last groups took their final test and their final exam. I stayed at work, marking, until 6pm. After work, Tiko (my 2nd assistant) and I  headed for her village home.
I met her beautiful mom, she looks just like Tiko! Her 6year old daughter was not so shy this time around. I've met her on a few occasions, she could hardly say hi, she was so shy.

We had a supra for 4, Tiko, her dad, the baby and I. The food was absolutely delicious. I talked to friends over the phone, one left Georgia because of how his case was treated by the police at the station. He wanted to file a police report and apparently had to wait 4hours for that not to happen.

Michelle and a few others left for Turkey on Friday, I talked to her one last time before that.

Tiko introduced me to the Epilator. Just what I need, seeing as it's hard to find Hair remover creams like Veet  here and I'm not a big fan of Gillette blades or whatever they're called. I have one, but...

We went to sleep around 11. That house is COLD! It was so warm outside and yet freezing in the house. I cringe to think what it must be like in Winter. We spent about half an hour, trying to find me something to wear to bed. Nothing fit! Tiko said: Brook, you're fat! I was like "ya think?". We finally found pyjama bottoms and I wore the top I had on during the day to bed.
I slept like a baby and didn't want to get up. I did get up around 3 to use the outside toilet. I took my phone with me for light and locked myself outside! I went all around the house, trying to find a door that may have been mistakenly left unlocked. No such luck! I called Tiko. Thank God Georgian cellphones don't have Vibrate/Silent profiles nor the off button or else, she may have missed my call! She opened for me and I headed straight for bed. And was woken up at 8 by T. We had leftovers for breakfast, I just had chicken and cake. Yup, cake for breakfast. And it was divine!

Tiko dropped me off. I was on the phone for a while, texting my sister  who's on vacation in Europe. I eventually left for work around 12 to go mark the exams and finish off my work with the police. More and more tests came in from people I've never met before! Most of which were in the same handwriting. I marked, scored, uploaded on the system, printed 150 tests that day.
I finished around 5, with the help of Tiko. I cleared my class and left them a thank you note on the board and said goodbye to everybody all teary-eyed . Tiko took me home in her car, Lia came along. They went shopping for a gift for me. They found the shop closed. The next door shop owner gave them the number of the shop owner, they called them and went to pick them up at home so they can open the shop up for them. I went to Clintina to finally tell them I  was moving to Batumi to next day. Tiko and Lia were to catch up with me at Martyna's.

We had some caramel coated peanuts at Martyna's that Clint made. They were quite good as is everything Clint makes. He rocks in the kitchen, he'll make someone a very good wife someday. After breaking the news, they told me they were going to take the same marshrutka Saturday morning as well. Clint was going to Kutaisi, Martyna to Kobuleti.

Tiko picked me up and took me home. They bought me Georgian souvenirs. An original georgian house made of stone, two drinking horns and a drinking bowl. Really pretty!

She dropped me off and of course, waterworks again:(
I'm really going to miss my Akhaltsikhe network. I'm glad and honoured to have first lived there in my time in Georgia. I couldn't have asked for better friends, colleagues and students.

They're special people and will always have a place in my heart.

Farewell Party!

Wednesday 7 Sept More tests and exams. More and more students showed up to class. Some of whom I'd never even met. Lia, my assistant was very happy, saying what a good day it was going to be. They had booked Romantica restaurant for my farewell party. It was sweet of them. I asked one of my students, who used to be a professional Georgian dancer to perform for me. He said Yes! I didn't believe him. Who says yes that easily? I was done around 4 and exhausted. the staff I share an office with didn't want me to leave. They wanted me to wait for them until 6 and leave together for the party. I was too tired to entertain. I asked them to get me a lift. They told me to wait an hour for someone to take me home. It would've taken me 35mins to walk. I started walking. I had stomach cramps. I walked slowly holding my stomach. A gentleman driving past saw that I didn't look ok, he took me home. Score! I chilled at home, I may have watched a tv series episode or 3. And freshened up for the party. Lia picked me up with our friend from Borjomi. Everyone looked so nice! We made an entrance as we arrived almost an hour late. Everyone was waiting at the parking lot looking cute. It was nice to see my young student, they are the apple of my eye (or apples of my eyes if there's such a thing. There are 2 of them, so an apple for each eye;) right?). My students stood each side of the entrance of the restaurant and made way for me to walk inbetween them. It was so neat. I was blushing. I didn't wanna do it. It was embarrassing. When I got to the other side of the 'passage' someone was waiting for me with arms wide open, huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. So cute. And embarrassing. Less than an hour into dinner, and toasts, the dj played music. The party began! One of, dare I say my students? (He may have been to one, maximum 2 of my lessons in the entire 3mnths) asked for the first dance with me. No pressure at all. Georgian dance too! I had to impro, they weren't going to let me chicken out of that one. They told me it was Georgian tradition for the guest of honour to do the first dance. I didn't believe them, but I obliged. My 2cute students were sitting really far away from me, but in a good spot cos whenever I looked their way, I got winks and kisses. The 20 year old is convinced his the coolest dude and we might even be in a relationship in his mind. I don't mind. Pun intended. I danced, we danced, they danced. If you know me, you know I never miss out on an opportunity to dance. I'll dance to any type of music. Music is music! We ate and danced. The food was nice. It was cold, but nice. I tasted a bit of everything. I wasn't hungry. Fortunately they didn't force me to drink, I mean, they tried, but weren't persistent. I sat near Lia and Tiko, my friends and assistants. All the ladies sat together. It's always the case here. I pulled up my 20yr old for a dance, he reluctantly agreed. And did an Mc Hammer move for like a minute and ran back to his seat. Oh well:( Not too long thereafter, he came back on stage, when I saw him, I ran to dance with him: BEST DANCE OF MY LIFE! We danced to Spanish Lullaby (I think). He's such a great dancer! I'll remember that dance for a very long time to come. I can't even put it in words! His friend, the ex pro Georgian dancer, danced for me. THREE TIMES! The third time, he wanted to dance with me, unfortunately, I didn't want to ruin his flawless performances. They made a few more toast before the ladies (and I) left, one of which was to one of the officers' son who's in prison for murder. They asked if I wanted to say a few words. I had nothing to say. I took a minute to think of something. NOTHING! All in all, it was a fabulous party! I felt so special and appreciated and I love all my police officers from Akhaltsikhe. They're the best bunch of people anyone who's new in a country can ever work with. Tiko took me home, not before my 20 year old ran to the car to give me a Georgian flag Key ring (holder). I had it in my bag with me at all times before I left Akhaltsikhe, even though I didn't have a key. It was a constant reminder of how lucky I am and of the perfect night I had. I now use it as a key holder and I kiss it every now and then cos I'm weird like that:)hour for someone to take me home. It would've taken me 35mins to walk. I started walking. I had stomach cramps. I walked slowly holding my stomach. A gentleman driving past saw that I didn't look ok, he took me home. Score! I chilled at home, I may have watched a tv series episode or 3. And freshened up for the party. Lia picked me up with our friend from Borjomi. Everyone looked so nice! We made an entrance as we arrived almost an hour late. Everyone was waiting at the parking lot looking cute. It was nice to see my young student, they are the apple of my eye (or apples of my eyes if there's such a thing. There are 2 of them, so an apple for each eye;) right?). My students stood each side of the entrance of the restaurant and made way for me to walk inbetween them. It was so neat. I was blushing. I didn't wanna do it. It was embarrassing. When I got to the other side of the 'passage' someone was waiting for me with arms wide open, huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. So cute. And embarrassing. Less than an hour into dinner, and toasts, the dj played music. The party began! One of, dare I say my students? (He may have been to one, maximum 2 of my lessons in the entire 3mnths) asked for the first dance with me. No pressure at all. Georgian dance too! I had to impro, they weren't going to let me chicken out of that one. They told me it was Georgian tradition for the guest of honour to do the first dance. I didn't believe them, but I obliged. My 2cute students were sitting really far away from me, but in a good spot cos whenever I looked their way, I got winks and kisses. The 20 year old is convinced his the coolest dude and we might even be in a relationship in his mind. I don't mind. Pun intended. I danced, we danced, they danced. If you know me, you know I never miss out on an opportunity to dance. I'll dance to any type of music. Music is music! We ate and danced. The food was nice. It was cold, but nice. I tasted a bit of everything. I wasn't hungry. Fortunately they didn't force me to drink, I mean, they tried, but weren't persistent. I sat near Lia and Tiko, my friends and assistants. All the ladies sat together. It's always the case here. I pulled up my 20yr old for a dance, he reluctantly agreed. And did an Mc Hammer move for like a minute and ran back to his seat. Oh well:( Not too long thereafter, he came back on stage, when I saw him, I ran to dance with him: BEST DANCE OF MY LIFE! We danced to Spanish Lullaby (I think). He's such a great dancer! I'll remember that dance for a very long time to come. I can't even put it in words! His friend, the ex pro Georgian dancer, danced for me. THREE TIMES! The third time, he wanted to dance with me, unfortunately, I didn't want to ruin his flawless performances. They made a few more toast before the ladies (and I) left, one of which was to one of the officers' son who's in prison for murder. They asked if I wanted to say a few words. I had nothing to say. I took a minute to think of something. NOTHING! All in all, it was a fabulous party! I felt so special and appreciated and I love all my police officers from Akhaltsikhe. They're the best bunch of people anyone who's new in a country can ever work with. Tiko took me home, not before my 20 year old ran to the car to give me a Georgian flag Key ring (holder). I had it in my bag with me at all times before I left Akhaltsikhe, even though I didn't have a key. It was a constant reminder of how lucky I am and of the perfect night I had. I now use it as a key holder and I kiss it every now and then cos I'm weird like that:)

The day after the night before

Tuesday 6Sept I had a weird day. I hardly slept Monday night. 3hours tops! I was up around 6 and was glad it was morning. I read the last few pages of The Color Purple, skipping a huge chunk of the book. I needed to return it. I promised myself I'll watch the movie instead. Needless to say, the last pages didn't make any sense. I returned the book to Martyna. Who took it back to the library for me. One of my groups wouldn't be back to class for the rest of the week, they had to work. I told them to come in Tuesday and take the test and the exam. They did. We always had such fun with them. They speak English and are super funny! After the exam, they told me to meet them outside. They bought me gifts! Aw:( water works:( , as if it wasn't a super emotional day for me already. I hugged and kissed them all and they were on their way. One of them offered to take me to the church when he heard the news. I went along and tried not to cry until I was almost out and my eyes were flooded. Oh well, I tried. He took me to the internet cafe, where I watched Kourtney and Khloe take Miami and Kourt and Kim take Newy York, simultaneously, to take my mind off things. After 2hrs there, I got out, saw Tiko, my assistant's car outside the Police station. Called her, she said she was on her way to the car. I waited for her while munching on Russian Chips and Twix Choc bar. She took me home. As we got home, she remembered that her dad gave her money that morning. She asked if I wanted to go out for dinner. And of course I say yes! We went to the pizzeria, I ordered potato khinkali, they didn't have it. Mushroom? Nope! Okay, pizza. 'Drinks?'. Uhm, I'll have Coke Zero please? 'We haven't got it!'. Sprite zero? 'No!'. flavoured mineral water? 'No!'. Ok, I'll have Juice then. Any fruit juice. 'Sorry, we don't have!'. Uhm, still water pls! We sat and talked for a while, Tiko and I. It was nice, I'd never hung out with her outside the office. She invited me to visit to her farm house the next day. I went home, my host mom saw my gifts and gave me a Georgian Bowl. One that they use to drink wine. It has some inscription, apparently, it's long live something something. One day I'll be able to read it. I went to bed feeling much better than I did in the morning. It was a good day! as if it wasn't a super emotional day for me already. I hugged and kissed them all and they were on their way. One of them offered to take me to the church when he heard the news. I went along and tried not to cry until I was almost out and my eyes were flooded. Oh well, I tried. He took me to the internet cafe, where I watched Kourtney and Khloe take Miami and Kourt and Kim take Newy York, simultaneously, to take my mind off things. After 2hrs there, I got out, saw Tiko, my assistant's car outside the Police station. Called her, she said she was on her way to the car. I waited for her while munching on Russian Chips and Twix Choc bar. She took me home. As we got home, she remembered that her dad gave her money that morning. She asked if I wanted to go out for dinner. And of course I say yes! We went to the pizzeria, I ordered potato khinkali, they didn't have it. Mushroom? Nope! Okay, pizza. 'Drinks?'. Uhm, I'll have Coke Zero please? 'We haven't got it!'. Sprite zero? 'No!'. flavoured mineral water? 'No!'. Ok, I'll have Juice then. Any fruit juice. 'Sorry, we don't have!'. Uhm, still water pls! We sat and talked for a while, Tiko and I. It was nice, I'd never hung out with her outside the office. She invited me to visit to her farm house the next day. I went home, my host mom saw my gifts and gave me a Georgian Bowl. One that they use to drink wine. It has some inscription, apparently, it's long live something something. One day I'll be able to read it. I went to bed feeling much better than I did in the morning. It was a good day!

Rest In Peace Rite Reverend A. Z. Brook

Uwile umth'omkhulu. Lala ngoxolo Krila, Thangana, Rhaso, Nkom'ezibomvu! Soze sakulibala! Inkulu into osenzele yona usadla amazimba. Ubungumzekelo omhle kuthi, bantwana bakabhut'wakho. Ibingeyompazamo nale yokuba usweleke kanye ngalamhla utata wasweleka ngawo! Sowyasbulisela kuye, nakubo bonke abasishiya ngaphambi kwakho!