Georgia pp 275-284 | Cite as

Kutaisi

  • Peter Nasmyth

Abstract

St David’s Square in Kutaisi, Imereti, spread out still and unhurried on a sultry evening. The odd Lada or BMW grazed by in the heat; a traffic policeman idly waved his baton at cars. Summer was here and, in West Georgia, quite a different thing to that in Kartlian East Georgia — noticeably hotter (now cooling from a shimmering 40 degrees) yet sufferable. Altogether, the atmosphere in Georgia’s second city was pleasingly calm after the husde of the newly mobile-telephoned Tbilisi. The central park trees to my left leaned down friendly arms towards the passers by. I noticed the taxis didn’t buzz and swarm toward any lonely figure standing by the roadside as in the capital — if indeed taxis existed here in any serious way. Mostly Imeretians would stretch out lazy arms and a car would stop, often because they knew each other. “Gamaijoba Khatuna, sheidzleba …?” (“Hello Khatuna, is it possible …?”) they would say and step in.

Keywords

Burning Europe Turkey Ghost Lost 

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© Peter Nasmyth 1998

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