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My mother was Ossetian, and they were cursing her, how could you raise Georgian kids, they said. What am I supposed to do?
Georgian snipers stood on the heights across the river, and they were shooting up the city from there.
The first time I was ever afraid was when I was 5 years old. It was the 23rd of November, 1989.
This distinction between Ossetian and Georgian didn't exist before, then what happened, I don’t know
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.
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
We didn’t sleep after that night. They fired all the time. On the 7th, Saakashvili spoke and said there wouldn’t be a war.
This slogan left the most bitter impression on me: Curse the woman who carries an Ossetian in her womb
Georgian police were already in Tskhinvali, separately Georgian and Ossetian nationalist leaders were agitating people.
Suddenly, just as the truck was taking a sharp turn, there was gunfire. People didn’t even have time to scream let alone escape.
When they used to change their last names and try to convince me that they weren’t Ossetian, my heart would always break
The whole village was fleeing. They left everything behind, fled with the shirts on their back.
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