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Completing the story and my solo travels too)
🕑 Added 2022-07-15 17:52:12 +0000 UTC
Completing the story and my solo travels too) It was November 2021, I moved alone to Georgia and realized that I was moving in the wrong direction, that the problem was not in others, but in myself. Why do I choose these people? I can't say that I didn't socialize, but I spent a lot of time alone to fill this void, or the clamped inner part, with myself and art! And then I realized how little I have built and done .....
I stood in the hallway after he left, scared and annoyed by all this, because I was this angry about the whole situation and dishonesty.
I checked my window, which looked out into another corridor, was he standing there? I checked the common room with the piano, left the doors open and the lights on! I went to bed, realizing that tomorrow, when I wake up, I will leave.
I woke up and called a girl from Ukraine who left last night and told her the whole story, she was shocked and said that Irakli works in Customs and that I need to be careful, so I quickly packed my things, called a taxi and left for another place. For some reason, there was no one at home, I only heard a car constantly leaving and arriving. I called the hostess to say goodbye and say that I was leaving urgently, but no one answered me, I was alone in the house. Such an unusual feeling of indignation, going into adrenaline, highlighted by the echo of pain for myself. At the same time, a gentle morning, fresh air and a beautiful view from this house. I wanted to leave there as soon as possible to relax and feel safe. But the taxi driver was amazed by this beautiful view and tried to linger, enjoying it, plucking fruit from the trees. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
I was driving in a car with the window open, it wasn't as hot then as it is now, I love the fresh wind more than the air conditioner, of course we chatted about politics, by the way I collect voice recordings of such dialogues, but I don't publish them, I've been slowing down a lot lately with political statements, because I'm going to Moscow in August: I need to pick up my things, because my entire wardrobe is in the box, and the most important thing is that I want to go to my parents in Samara for a couple of weeks.
I discussed this situation with friends and all as one said that I should write a review on the airbnb, and new friends from Ukraine said that I should think 20 times before doing it, because he works at customs, I may have problems .....It's fucked up, I do not know if such situations happen somewhere in America or Europe, can you tell me, please? But I've read different stories on airbnb. Well, I will not list them here, but the problem is not in the airbnb, although you are like a bee flying to honey to these comments.
In the new place where I stayed, everything was calm, there were only women there, but I still slept nervously, in the evening I was terrified that suddenly someone would follow me, that someone from the beach would track down where I live and follow me, yeah, 100 percent paranoia but what else should I feel)
In the New hotel, Georgian Moscow women shared with me a very interesting story, the place where I went. It is in central Adjara, closer to the border with Turkey. They said that in 2000s they carried out reforms in the Ajar region, there are more Muslim people there, and if you can say so, they carried out a sexual revolution, Women shared that people fucked everywhere: in the bushes and on the beach, so to speak, released their sexual energy. But they also shared that despite this freedom, men in this region believe that they can do anything, but women can do nothing, and that single tourists are fresh meat) Yes! when I was at a concert of Ukrainian artists, people grabbed my hands from time to time, and did not understand why I was not interested in getting to know them) I felt a huge difference than in the free Tbilisi!
I wrote a review on airbnb, told how it was! That I fell for khachapuri, good reviews, and in the end I was shown a dick) The hostess pretended that she did not understand the message at all, and simply replied in her own style, like this is their house and they have the right to go upstairs, since the guests drink a lot) Well, what can I say, either she really didn't understand what happened and why I wrote like that, or pretended that nothing happened)
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