My next visit in November 1994 seemed to coincide with a watershed in Georgia’s period of shame. The moral decline appeared to be ending — at least the fighting. But then, as if pre-ordained by that perverse God temporarily assigned to the Georgians, came a completely new set of problems. In my region of Tbilisi, Saburtalo, they began one evening at 8.30pm. The lights went out.
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