The saddest, most mysterious, and strangely fascinating place — a cemetery — often stirs many thoughts and memories, creating an atmosphere ripe for philosophical reflection. For centuries, people have expressed the grief of losing a loved one in different ways. One of the most lasting expressions is the creation of a grave — an “eternal resting place.” Memorial monuments have changed over time, reflecting different historical periods and cultural styles. Tombstones can tell us a lot — not only for professional researchers but also for amateurs or simply curious visitors. Many scholars focus on epitaphs as valuable written sources, while the artistic side of gravestones and monuments is less often studied. This article does not aim to be a scholarly…

The golden rays of the sun gently touch the old cobblestones, while the air carries the scent and color of manganese. Between stone houses, in a narrow courtyard, a curious sound is heard – the crisp echo of a ball striking a racket. At first, it seems unfamiliar to the locals, but soon it draws their attention and fascination. The story of tennis in Georgia begins in Chiatura at the end of the 19th century – a time when the country was still part of the Russian Empire, and foreign cultural influences reached only a few places. During this period of industrial growth, the work of the English company “Forward and Salinas” in Chiatura played a key role not only…

Some time ago, I once again listened to the audio version of Carver’s story “What Do We Talk About When We Talk About Love.” This question comes to my mind every time I remember the title, and to be honest, I still don’t have a clear answer. Maybe – about everything. Then I also wonder – if it weren’t for Woody Allen’s Paris, would Kutaisi have been the same in the first half of the 20th century, and would it have been thanks to the “Blue Horns”? Putting aside “Yellow Dante” and yellow news, I don’t want to prove that Elene Dariani was a mystification created by Paolo, nor that the poems belonged to Elene Bakradze and were falsely attributed…

The role of the media in shaping national consciousness is not a new topic in the discussion of nationalism. The powerful influence of print media—especially magazines and newspapers—has played a key role in the development of nationalism, national ideas, and the national imagination. Several such publications appeared in 19th-century Georgia, and they are very important when talking about the origins and nature of Georgian nationalism and national identity. In this article, we will look at some important trends and key ideological changes that helped reshape the idea of the state and led to the formation of nation-states globally. We will also focus on the Georgian context—especially in the city of Kutaisi—and briefly analyze the unique role that Georgian newspapers played…

Anyone who has read Terenti Graneli’s After Death (“…I will die at night, at dawn…”) will surely remember this passage: “On Sunday morning, when the church doors open for all worshipers, a woman will come thoughtfully to my grave, she will remember my sunburnt face, she will remember my torture, and she will feel sorry.” Who was this mysterious woman? On November 11, 2019, I posted one of Terenti Graneli’s poems on my Facebook wall. A well-known and respected lawyer from Kutaisi, my dear friend Ivane (Vano) Afridonidze, responded with some fascinating information in the comments. It turns out that the woman Graneli mentioned was Vano’s aunt (his mother’s cousin), Tamar Kachakhidze. Here are some excerpts from Vano Afridonidze’s comments:…

Chiatura is a city with such a unique landscape that it could never be confused with any other. Its special location in the Kvirila Gorge has greatly influenced its development. For example, the abundance of rocks and caves attracted people here as early as the Mesolithic period. Many remains of ancient “Sakhizari” settlements have survived in the area thanks to this location. (There is even a forest nearby called “Nakhiznevi.”) The geography of the city also explains why, in a place with a population of less than 12,000, there were once as many as 36 cable cars in operation. One foreign visitor, impressed by the network of aerial trams, even called Chiatura the “Aerial Venice.” The idea of building cable…

This is not a fantasy tale, but a memory of an extraordinary man. Aleksandre (Alyosha) Nemsitsveridze, known as “The Birdman,” or simply Ate (as his closest friend called him), was a remarkable figure in Georgian mountaineering and speleology. He was also a close companion of Levan Gotua, a prominent figure in Georgian literature, a colorful representative of Georgian alpinism, and a man who endured much in life.

When we realize that we have forgotten the past, that our collective memory has deceived us, we see that this state of oblivion often lasts longer than it should. This seemingly abstract introduction is dedicated to women who shaped history with their lives and even more with their work. Today, I am writing about the revolutionary women of the late 19th and early 20th centuries who had some connection with Kutaisi and who left behind remarkable stories about this city.

For social and cultural anthropology, the transformation of a dwelling into a home—when walls transcend their utilitarian function and acquire deeper symbolic meaning—is a fascinating subject. The question is not merely about the techniques and materials used in construction but about the profound shift that occurs when a shelter becomes imbued with life and meaning. This article explores the symbolic significance of the house, its social, cultural, and individual dimensions, and how urban spaces, like the city of Kutaisi, can serve as extensions of the home—an expanded, collective variation of personal space.

At the beginning of the last century, Chiatura was a small village with only a fewhouseholds. It consisted mainly of wooden barracks, taverns, and blacksmith shopsscattered along both sides of the Kvirila River. The village also had a railway station anda market. The area where today’s densely populated Agmashenebeli Street is locatedwas completely uninhabited at the time. It’s hard to imagine now, but this elevated areawas once covered with an oak forest, with a cemetery to the south. On the plain,stretching all the way to the railway station, a walnut tree alley ran along the street thatnow bears the name of I. Chavchavadze.