Web Portal on Human Rights in Georgia

It is 2:00 PM. The wind is so strong that unless you are on fire you should not go out in the street. It is time to have dinner. Heavy glass door is opened and closed after every second. You can see grey hair everywhere-on the left, on the right, in front and behind you. Suddenly you also have feeling that you are getting grey. You are bowing your neck, start walking and speaking like an old woman and greet your old years all of by sudden. Everybody knows each other here. It makes no difference for them that in 15 or 20 years they will have lived one century already. In their old age they still can put lipstick on and sit at dinner-table with plastic necklace on.