When you are an expat you automatically become a first point of contact for anyone that knows anyone that is dropping into your home away from home. Many times a month someone messages me about a friend of a friend that will be in Tbilisi for two days or a week or a year and can I share my details with them? I categorically say yes, knowing that many of these people will never reach out, never ask how to take the bus or get picked up at the airport, where to buy a SIM card. Maybe just having a local number is enough, a safety net, the promise of help if it is needed. They come and go, and all too often we never cross paths. But then there are the times that we do.
I actively despise the term expat. It reeks of superiority and of standing apart and above. Maybe, as a Brit, it reeks of shameful colonialism, or brings up too many connotations of leather-skinned Brits on the Costa Del, flocking only to local restaurants with "proper" menus outside the premises featuring photographs of fish and chips and burgers.
Excellent read. You did not disappoint! I could close my eyes and be there!
I actively despise the term expat. It reeks of superiority and of standing apart and above. Maybe, as a Brit, it reeks of shameful colonialism, or brings up too many connotations of leather-skinned Brits on the Costa Del, flocking only to local restaurants with "proper" menus outside the premises featuring photographs of fish and chips and burgers.
I myself am a proud immigrant.
Archive is a true (and yet hidden) gem!
Ah, I love nights like that, love making "a discovery" off the beaten path. Such nights can reaffirm one's faith in humanity.
Dreamlike!
I felt I was there