These aren’t metaphors I’ll have you know. The animals had literally escaped the zoo on the day I arrived, and the police and the army were having a competition to hunt them in the streets. Or “liquidate” them as the Ministry of Internal Affairs called it.
After a strange sequence of events, I find myself living here. And I can confirm that this former Soviet republic has been consistent in its levels of craziness. Which takes a lot, considering I arrived in a real-life version of Jumanji.
In the time that I’ve lived here, I’ve realised that I like Georgia because of her mysterious beauty, but I love her because of her madness.
I wrote about this for TheDifferent.tv. You can read it here: www.thedifferent.tv/the-tiger-of-tbilisi.