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One day, Tata, a girl from Tbilisi talked to me on Facebook about my photos. After a short exchange she invited me to her par- ent’s house and then we never talked again. Until one day, six months later, I looked for a place to go during the holidays and I thought about that conversation with her. I contacted her to know if she was still up for me to come around. This is how fifteen days later, I land- ed in Georgia.At 4am I arrived at the airport of Tbilisi, without knowing if someone will be there to pick me up. When I saw Tata waiting for me with her mother all the stress was gone, they were warm, friendly and welcoming. Arriv- ing in their house, the father was waiting for me with a beer and a dozen little dishes that we picked food and filled our plates like a buffet. After the dinner, I went to my bed- room where I spent my first night, welcomed by strangers and without knowing what will happen to me.In the morning, I woke up in an unsupport- able heat. As I opened the door of my bed- room I realized that the father left me a pack of cigarettes and two beers on the corridor’s table. This would be his ritual every morning for a month.7