My worst memories are of when we had to go to the neighboring village to sleep at night. It was especially hard because it was winter
I am from the village Otrevi. I was already living in Tskhinvali from the beginning of the 90s. My parents were in the village.
The first time I processed that the war had started was on 5th of August. I was standing in the yard with my friends.
Нæмыджы фæдтæ цы хъуамæ фæуыдаиккой? Хæдзар сцалцæг кодтам æмæ сæ фæдтæ къултыл дæр æмæ рудзгуытыл дæр нал зыныныц. Гуырдзиæгтæ мидæмæ гом дуарæй æхстой.
On the morning of the 8th of August, after the heavy firings the whole night, I ran to my neighbor to see how they were doing.
But I still can’t understand why they wanted that war.
On the 6th of August, we were at the cafe, Farn, in the city center. Who would’ve thought that a bomb would fall out of the sky and hit the cafe in two days?
We don’t mean anyone any harm, we were born with Ossetians, we were raised with Ossetians, we said. It was exactly so, we got along great before that.
Suddenly, just as the truck was taking a sharp turn, there was gunfire. People didn’t even have time to scream let alone escape.
I replay this often, that she calls her son and someone picks up the phone there and tells her he is dead.
This distinction between Ossetian and Georgian didn't exist before, then what happened, I don’t know
Georgian police were already in Tskhinvali, separately Georgian and Ossetian nationalist leaders were agitating people.
It’s a cursed affair to fight over land. Because that’s not what our end is, we won’t leave this earth with more than two meters anyway.
The first time I was ever afraid was when I was 5 years old. It was the 23rd of November, 1989.
War started for me when Zviad came to power. Many here swore that war was out of the question, Soviet Union would never allow that.
Our village was burned the first time on the 12th of May in 1992. We were making Chacha in the yard.
Now my heart aches when my husband tells the story, I yell at him. Don’t remind me of that time, I tell him. What’s it all for?
On the 7th of August, half an hour before midnight, the gunfire began. We jumped out of bed, my mother didn’t even know what was happening.
The corpse was washed up by the river Representatives of the police and representatives of the prosecutor's office also went to examine it.
They shot him and killed him right then and there. That kind of boy, some would say, what kind of mother had raised him?
This slogan left the most bitter impression on me: Curse the woman who carries an Ossetian in her womb
As we were firing farewell shots for him, we could hear a sound on the other side, someone else was firing with us from Georgia
May God protect everyone from the pain I experienced then. I ran off. In front of the school, a sulfur spring was flowing.
My mother was Ossetian, and they were cursing her, how could you raise Georgian kids, they said. What am I supposed to do?
I didn’t change my name or anything at all. You should be what you are.
Like I’ve been saying, I have everything written down. When I went there, some people were writing things down, so on one mission, I started too
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