Author: Gvantsa Lomaia (all photos by the author) 1. Resurrections Easter in my village is a resurrection in the truest sense. Emptied, colourless, silenced streets suddenly turn green, fill with noise, and begin to breathe, providing a glimpse of what’s to come in summer, when urbanised villagers briefly return from cities. Only my parents’ generation lives in my village now. Their parents all died in recent years, one after another. Those who …
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