It is 6 a.m., night flights are pouring into Tbilisi airport small clusters of passengers, still rarefied at the end of the pandemic. Outside, winter lingers, darkness shimmers with melted snow. However, at the exit of the car parks, a huge crowd converges on the freight terminal. In silence, thousands of Tiflissians wait, wrapped in Georgian and Ukrainian flags, brandishing stubborn candles despite the morning dew and breeze. Even the president, Salomé Zurabishvili, is there to offer her condolences – in a personal capacity.
Finally, the metal curtains of the hangars open. Two coffins move forward on the shoulders of carriers in tchokhas, traditional Caucasian costume, anthracite black tunics, daggers at the…
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