White grapes
were hanging on as waiting for us to pick them up. Their honey color directed
our hungry multicultural hands and we succeeded in filling several buckets.
Uncle Ghia
let us try to press grapes and to participate to this “sacred process” that he so
beautifully called in one of his toasts.
On the
threshold, coming as from a fairy tale, the grand-mother appeared and
peacefully answered to our stammered “Gamarjoba”. We have been blessed. I felt
as I had my own Georgian “babushka” for one evening and this is really
precious.
After the
short picking up session we have been kindly invited to the table full of food
and wine as for a wedding. Actually, it was our wedding with the Georgian
supras!
Giga, looking
as a modern “Tamada”, sat down in the top of the table and suggested us a
toast. This first toast was for PEACE.
I think that
every war in this world stopped for one moment so much his toast echoed in the air
of our souls.
The wine flew
in our glasses as from a spring interrupted by loud cling glasses and the songs
which followed gave a particular rhythm to our conversations.
Thank you
Aleks’s family for this magic evening and for reminding us what is really
important in life:
LOVE
romanian- french short-term EVS Volunteer
Lumi
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