Archive for Tbilisi

Caucasian Brazilian Fusion

Posted in CandyCactus Music, Caucasus, Downloads, English, Music with tags , , , , , , , , , on 2010-09-30 by candycactus

back in Tbilisi, Georgia – the amazing, craziest, most surreal spot in the World.. A place where subconscious is all played out: people love, kill, steal, give everything to you, disappear as in a dream and come back transformed with stories of things that can happen for anyone in the rest of the world only in a dream…

Also back in Anna’s cellar in Barnova, again recording music. Here is the fruit of music recording last night (demo): a classical Brazilian song “Aguas de Marco” with Armenian duduk, Georgian panduri and Indian tampuri..!

Games and Bread

Posted in Caucasus, English, Travel diary, World Bike Trip with tags , on 2007-07-04 by candycactus

You might ask yourself already, why she got stuck there, in Caucasus? I realised while traveling, that in becomes borring at some point not being involved in some bigger schemes. It is not a very big one, but small is also cool. Was running all month long to get funds, and finaly – got!

Tomorrow early in the morning I will be leaving my cosy place in Tbilisi and will go for three month in the villages in Georgia. The plan is to employ people there as photographers. Instead of taking pictures myself, I am carrying several disposable cameras and looking there for people who will want to take pics of themselves. It is about minorities. Dukhobory, Azeri, kurdish Yezidi, muslim Georgians… They say, there are 56 ethnicities living in Georgia.

I feel like a troubadour, bringing people what they long for. Instead of songs of troubadours I will bring some kind of bread and games, duonos ir zaidimu! The cameras will be a game part and the bread part is that they will be payed for their work.  

Will write after a considerable break now I guess. But you can write an sms +995 93 26 73 54 and I will write back!

Good summer. Geros vasaros.


Posted in Caucasus, Downloads, English, Travel diary, World Bike Trip with tags , on 2007-07-02 by candycactus

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Sights of Tbilisi after 4 months

Posted in Caucasus, English, Travel diary with tags , on 2007-07-02 by candycactus

In the bus from Batumi I thought I would sleep for a while, exausted of the hitchhiking and bus tours from Ankara. But there is this kind of instinct, that one wants to see the last moment of ones life, and because the driver for sure did not get his driver licence in Canada, where one of the criteria of good driving is not spilling the cup of coffee inside the car, he was stoping when it was necessary and when it was not, what is naturally hard to judge if you are sleeping, therefore in a overtired vigilance I was observing all the cows and old zhigulis to be taken over from the left and from the right.  

It was raining in Tbilisi. This time I am more familiar here. Even though without a bike it is much more difficult to find your way, I ask now easily, romeli nomeri marjanishvilis kucha midixart? Which one is going to Marjanishvili, where I rented a room for a month, to get sorted the impressions, to write and plan the life forward.


I like Tbilisi. Months ago, I even put it in my list of my top top cities. But since cities are also people, I was wondering about them now. I never met people in Georgia who would listen. They would talk. Monologues. It is ok. But it is the feeling of coming back here. I know I will be quite here. When I was a child in Vilnius, I used to live an autistic life with no one to talk, but since I did not know any other state, I did not suffer, and had my friendship with stones and walls I would visit every night I would go out with my dog in the dark streets of Uzupis. Entering Tbilisi I had already a list in my mind, what places to go to and was looking forward to see them.

I realised already a while ago, that the most efficient survival strategy is not to get atached to anyone and anything. Then you cannot get hurt. You might become empty as a tin bucket, but you can hardly be hurt. The thing is, it never works. Subconcious has its mysterious ways and while I am busy ejecting someone from my mind, I might get already attached to someTHING.

I liked a chachiapuri kiosk in Rustaveli. There is no trace of it there, as if it did not exist. And the people just vanished like from a screen after the film is over. I laughed about myself not being able to find a photo lab on Rustaveli, walking there down and up several times, until I realised, it is not there anymore either. And the armenian guy in the photoshop vanished naturally as well. The gallery, where I used to work with and had to pick up my post, I realised was also closed. The state does not give money anymore. I calculated again. Five months. But the old women, selling sunflower seeds, semochki, are still there. Probably also not for a long time. There are constructions in the underground zones. Sure, these people soon will be a bad sight surounded with some more expensive shops in the background.


The city council decided that it is also a bad sight to have the clothes hung out from the windows. If I refered earlier to a law in Germany prohibiting to hang out your laundry, I treated as a case of madeness which would never be strong enough to take the mainstream tracks. The more scary it sounds hearing the news about the new imposed Tblisi esthetics. Even though I could imagine someone like certain style more that the other, what does not fit in my mind is the discrpepance between the gracious law and the realities people live in. I could bet that there is virtually no room to hang out the clothes inside of the houses.


If I admire the cities like Damascus, that did not follow the esthetical dictatorship and cleansing of the city centers as did Vilnius, N.Y. , or many others. Where people of mixed economical and social background share the spaces. For me personally it is one of the criterea of subjective well-being – living in an environment, where facets of priviledges are drawn to a minimum, where there is more mixing and mingling together rather than segregation or getho building. It looks as if Tbilisi does not seem to realise it as a value and for sure their encouraging partners, such as World Bank, would be the last to object the contrary. Another law is in discussion. All the citizens of the old Tbilisi are supposed to pay taxes for the fund which should cover the costs of renovation. So far so good, it is possible to follow the neoliberalist logic. But the thing is that the amounts of money to be collected from people stand in no reasonable relation to their theoretical and practical possibilities to earn this money. Let us say, an old woman, getting her 47 lari pension is supposed to pay 80 for just the right to live in the old town. For sure, this strategy to make people sell their houses is much more convenient than burning houses in Vilnius.


The logic of the rule goes as follows    as soon as one is in power, one should release laws that serves your interests, but makes the others criminal. Soon all Tbilisi will be criminal, since I doubt if even a small percent of people would be realistically able to keep up with the law and pay these taxes.


Batai su pasaka

Posted in Lietuviškai, Stories and Tales, World Bike Trip with tags , , , , on 2007-01-17 by candycactus

batai suplyso. batsiuvys, seneliukstis armenas, saldytuvo dydzio dirbtuvej taise, o as basa koja jo juoku klausiau. jis sake, kad vistiek jau naujus reiks pirkti. man vis dar sunku patiketi, nejaugi. as per daug prie ju pripratau. jis sako, zinai, poros nelaiko astuoniu metu, tai manai, kad batai atlaikys? nu ka gi, tiesa sako. bet sirijai ir jordanijai ir gruzijai pesciom gal uzteks vistik. tada jau vel bus vasara, kam tie batai.

seslus gyvenimas isiurbia, kad ji kur. tai net ir dabar sunku issiruost, visus galus uzraisiot, dantu sepetuka susirinkt. dvirati pastatau pas draugus ir tada jau raunu i pietus.

uztai su pasisaldejimu jau isivaizduoju, kaip grizus lankysiu cia savo visas pakiemiu bobutes ir batsiuvius ir kaip sunys mane cia atpazine apsokines. ir jau bus pavasaris su griaustiniais. planas yra cia vasara apeit viska pesciom, svanetija, adzarija, ir tada rugpjuti raut per centrine azija i kinija. paspaudus gaza.  

namai yra ten kur gera grizti gal. as jau visai gruzine, taip iseina. arba eskime. nes man ju pasakos patinka. va cia jum eskimu pasaka tokia.


ONCE there were two men who desired to travel round the world, that they might tell others what was the manner of it. This was in the days when men were still many on the earth, and there were people in all the lands. Now we grow fewer and fewer. Evil and sickness have come upon men. See how I, who tell this story, drag my life along, unable to stand upon my feet.

The two men who were setting out had each newly taken a wife, and had as yet no children. They made themselves cups of musk-ox horn, each making a cup for himself from one side of the same beast’s head. And they set out, each going away from the other, that they might go by different ways and meet again some day. They travelled with sledges, and chose land to stay and live upon each summer.

It took them a long time to get round the world; they had children, and they grew old, and then their children also grew old, until at last the parents were so old that they could not walk, but the children led them. And at last one day, they met—and of their drinking horns there was but the handle left, so many times had they drunk water by the way, scraping the horn against the ground as they filled them.

“The world is great indeed,” they said when they met.They had been young at their starting, and now they were old men, led by their children.


va tokios yra tos eskimu pasakos. daugiau; o gal as ne eskime vistik. gal many gyvena

Kas gero

Posted in Caucasus, Lietuviškai, Stories and Tales, Travel diary with tags , , on 2007-01-07 by candycactus

paklause manes arnas. Tai atsakiau mazdaug taip.

gera tai, kad sian kaledos. jos atejo 5 ta ryto. man labai patinka gruziniskos nosys. ju tenajaus prisiziurejau tiek ir tiek. nezinau, ir ko jie man tokie grazus. skaiciau vieno vokieciu keliautojo is 19 simtmecio knyga, tai ans isdirbo gruzinu grozi, sako nosys per dideles ir moterys per daug prisidaze. nu ka as zinau, gal nuo to laiko jos sumazejo, vistiek pusantro simto metu praejo, bet dabar nosys yra kaip tik. pacios graziausios pasauly.

zvakes kaip makaronai visur tik tirpsta tik tirpsta, bobutes sumige baznycios kampuos, apsnude mergelikes kai uzgieda, tai nesvarbu, kad ner del ko bliaut, vistiek noris, barzdociai dalina duona ir vyna, jei valgiau, gal tai reiskia kad tapau provoslave tam kartui, taip kaip ir per ramazana, liepe kazkas atkartot sakini, atkartojau, o ten musulmonu priesaika tokia tikejimo. tai sako, kad tu musulmone dabar. gerai, ka jau cia. o dabar provoslave, su rastamaniska kepse ir su pavydu ziuriu i moteru skareles visokiu nepaprastu rastu ir spalvu, ir ju plaukai islenda is po tu skaru, ech, nei mano juodi, nei kadanors bus ilgi, be sansu, ir nosis kumpa jau ir nepasidarys, bet jau taip grazu, taip grazu. tada iseini lauk pakvepuot, menulis sau sviecia lyg uzsakytas, balkoneliai tie tbilisiniai su sviesom besklindanciom pro padziautus rubus, tbilisis matosi apacioj, bet

 ot, kas per miestas, visiskai isiurbe ir itrauke ans mane, pac graziausias miestas pasauly

 je ir va as jame, ir tada ainu atgal sildytis baznycioj, jau gal 3, ir nebegaliu, aina sikt, kaip ilgai reikia laukt, bet kai paziuri i visus tuos plesikus, vezikus, ubliudkus ir sventikus, apsnudusias bobulytes kampuos, tai negi pasiplausi, ir laukiu toliau kantriai, cia tau ne dvyrke vaziuoti. taip, regiljos ugdo istverminguma, kaip armijoj kokioj, bet tas jausmas mazochistinis yra tokia saldybe. ir matai ji an veidu, kai ismusa 4, ir sventikai dumus visur sklaido, ir jau viskas, atejo jos, tos kaledos, ir matai tokias nezymias mazutes sypseneles ant zmoniu veidu. bliam, kaip as juos myliu. gilocaw, sakau kazkam nedrasiai. reiskia sveikinu.