Runners are bouncing up and down at the curb waiting for lights to change. Cops are in coffee shops dealing with bagel deficiencies.

رسالة؟ تيريزا، إن ما تقولينه شيء تافه. لا رسالة لي. ولا أحد يملك رسالة, إنها لتعزية لا تقدّر بأن نشعر بأننا أحرار وأن لا سالة لدينا.

The pine shadows moved across my blanket, the wall behind me. People were just like that. We couldn't even see each other, just the shadows moving, pushed by unseen winds.

We must create the Georgia that our ancestors dreamed of, the Georgia that we dream of.

Written By Mikheil Saakashvili

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