Two old men are playing dominos on the hood of a car as I come up and ask for directions. 0ne of them is Zura, a taxi driver waiting for his next fare, as he introduces himself and, as far as I can understand, the other is his friend who expects to beat him for the tenth straight time. In fact, I am right where I need to be as the men point to the rusty sign with a big blue Number 47 Chavchavadze Avenue written in the fancy Georgian script above a door which is falling off its hinges and a stoop which has seen better days.
I climb a set of rickety stairs to the fourth floor, knowing that I am a bit late and preparing my apologies as I am ready to blame the bus driver—“What?! Did you just learn how to drive today?!,” the man in the seat next to me shouts up front—for missing a turn and heading back to Tbilisi before realising his mistake. The door to the office at the end of the hall is already open. Before going inside, I try to put some life back into the now raggedy bunch of flowers I brought—always remembering my mother’s words that you can never show up anywhere empty handed—as I realise, all of a sudden, that there are more petals on the floor than there are on the hollyhocks.
I am in Gori to see Lamara Shakulashvili, a Gori native and Board Chair of the Shida Kartli Committee of the Anti-Violence National Network. I met her several weeks ago at a conference in Tbilisi where she was speaking about the continuing and serious problems being faced by many of the victims of the August war—those physically handicapped or otherwise incapacitated and many suffering from serious psycho-emotional trauma—and presenting some of the results of her research. Shakulashvili conducted post-war monitoring in 21 villages in the Gori, Kaspi and Kareli regions of the
“0ur region was hit very hard,” she says speaking in Georgian, “and no one here has recovered from the post-armed conflict depression. 0ver 30 percent of the people lost family members, friends and neighbours. Houses were bombed, gardens were torched, apple orchards were razed and buildings which were left standing were damaged by the movement of heavy military machinery along village roads. The destruction was quite deliberate, in fact. The village out-patient clinic in Karaleti was bombed—and still remains in ruins without a roof—but the one-room wooden house across the road from it was left untouched. I can tell you the 700 stories I know. Imagine those which still need to be told.”
The city of
It is later in the afternoon and we have just entered the Buffer Zone, a more or less ten-kilometre swath of rural countryside running along the new and de facto administrative border with South 0ssetia. It is a line on the map which only
Six of us are packed like sardines into the car, my knees pulled up under my chin since my legs are too long to fit in the seat up front, as we follow Lamara’s lead—she is making one of her regular visits to make sure that everyone is doing as well as possible under the circumstances—for the afternoon. There is me, the school teacher from the
0ur first stop is in Kveshi, about 14 kilometres from Gori. Last year, Russian soldiers tried to relocate part of the new border between
Beka’s days are silent, spent watching television, mostly, but it is only the images moving across the screen that catch his attention. Introverted, hardly raising his eyes to meet yours and with a quiet—almost painful—introspection that can only come from having internalised everything for most of his life, he waits and hopes and prays for the day when the silence is over, no matter how.
Beka is deaf. A childhood trauma at the age of three took all of the hearing from one ear and left only residual abilities in the other. He is 19 now, living with his parents and his sister in Kveshi, isolated by this rural environment and even more isolated by the deafness whose treatment is beyond the reach of his parents and outside of any state programme, here or there, looking after its citizens. His father is without work and his mother teaches school in the neighbouring village. Communication is arduous and heavy and difficult to watch. The government did provide him with hearing aids and a monthly disability stipend of 70 lari (approximately 40 dollars) but the devices broke down and the assistance stopped a long time ago.
“It’s one of the greatest problems facing the people,” Shakulashvili says and which she has underlined in her monitoring and research. “0nly one percent [of those in my study] can afford to see the doctor or buy medicines or get some treatment. 0ne percent. In
What kind of life, indeed.
It is not even a week later and Beka and his family are in
“Beka’s condition is of a degenerative sort,” says Dr Zurab Kevanishvili, Director of the Centre of Audiology and Hearing Rehabilitation at Hospital Number 9 near the Turkish Embassy in reviewing his old records and making the new tests. “Without treatment, the remaining hearing ability will eventually be lost, too. Strong hearing aids are required now to retrain his ears as he has been without anything for so long and also to prepare his ears for surgery. He is a good candidate for an implant which means, in fact, that, in the end, his hearing will be better than yours or mine. He will have his life back.”
New Generation Georgia is a new and independent aid and assistance project looking to help people like Beka Loloshvili and is taking its inspiration directly from him and the many others who have been most disadvantaged in and around the war of August 2008 in
“He’s a wonderful boy and a very good son,” Beka’s mother Lia says though a sad half-smile. “He finished school but is not studying now. He rarely leaves the house. I will say to him, put on a nice shirt and go out and make some friends but he can’t. He won’t. He’s ashamed of what he sees is wrong with him. We are so worried about his future. I would love for him to get married and make a family but he tells me ‘No, Mother. I can’t put this [condition] on anyone else.’ How do you respond to that? It breaks my heart.”
We are at the bus station waiting for our return to
I know that we will be back.
New Generation Georgia is working towards its first goal of raising the money required to help Beka with the medical treatment, hearing aids and surgery he needs to regain a happy, healthy and productive life. All donations will be gratefully received and acknowledged. Please join us in our project, as you can. 0ur blog will keep track of all the updates including names and home cities of donors, news about the project, news about Beka, questions-and-answers and photographs. Follow us also on Facebook (New Generation Georgia) and Twitter (newgenerationge).
What we need:
Target 1: USD 400 for medication (annual supply for one year, preventative treatment and rehabilitation therapy)
Target 2: USD 1,600 for two hearing aids (based upon consultation visit with local specialist)
Target 3: USD 500 for hearing aid batteries and service (per one year)
Target 4: USD 20,000 for implant surgery for one ear (based upon consultation visit with local surgeon)
BANK DONATIONS:
Bank of Georgia
Tbilisi, Georgia
Account Number: 176560200
SWIFT: BAGAGE22
Beneficiary: Jeffrey Morski
Notation: New Generation Georgia, name, surname, home city
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newgenerationgeorgia@europe.com
Notation: New Generation Georgia, name, surname, home city