In 90 and early 2000 both my parents were teaching part time in medical college.
It was end of the Soviet Union, former republics went separate ways.
Good and bad, they had independence and civil conflicts
We had problems, economical, political, different governments.
Manana was one of Muslim girls from Georgia who was my mom's student.
I was looking their essays, my mom used to bring home.
I was absolutely fluent in Russian, and she, may be five years older couldn't write a few words,
And supposed to graduate from medical college.
I thought how she could become a nurse.
What I heard in her city everything was closed, no lights, no electricity, people evacuated, or left homes.
Her family had no money to teach her in her country
And they sent her to our city to study for free and students had about three dollars a month a government supplement.
She look different from us, black hair, brown eyes,
We were all Slavic.
Once a year she had a box from her family and she would bring us food,
Some fruits and nuts boiled in gello...
