Joy of doing research again

I realized how much I had missed being in the field. Seeing different lives and places. Sharing moments unlivable ever again... It is much more exciting for me to do this in Abkhazia. An ex-soviet, post-conflict, trans-traditional context where what you can live is very much variable and very little expectable.
It is not as simple as finding a sea shell at the top of a mountain. It is as complicated as finding a sea shell in your pocket. You have so many questions to ask- when did i put this shell here, where did i find it, with whom i was there, how did it ended up half broken there, what makes it unique compared to thousands of shells i have collected from around the world, why are these shells so important (turkish speakers can find it out here- in the short story i had written a few years back).
When I am in the field, i do not ask the questions any more. I have a great team to do that for me. Though they are still learning how to question, i think it is important they discover those shells that exist in their own pockets, in eachother's pockets, in the pockets of people they are meeting for the first time, in the unseen corners of the half broken down, half restored church at the end of bad roads, in the traditionally structured houses at the end of never ending roads that meets us with the unexpectably beautiful scenery we had scene till that time...
Well, some of you may think this kind of philisophical writing is not my type. And I will ask you if you know how many more shells do I have in my pockets. Everytime I loose my phone i myself find out another one....
See more photos from the field and Bedia Church

Tkuarchal bridge is falling down... falling down...

70 year old bridge, connecting the Tkuarchal city to the coal mines has fallen down due to a big amount of rain followed by a flood... The best thing about this scene is that the man driving the truck survived without a scratch.

From interesting

They have already rebuild it but i did not yet have a chance to visit.
However, i would like to take you for a walk in the outskirts of Tkuarchal to the place where you are surrounded by a variety of trees and flowers---a deep, infinite feeling of greenness. A greenness cut only by the blue-pink Hortensia flowers...

From Tkuarchal

Tkuarchal is the most beautiful city of Abkhazia- with its nature, and people's sincere fight for ecology of the city. It is the cleanest. And very interestingly, people like to grove flowers in their balconies in the middle of that nature. (Tkuarchal is the only Abkhazia city that does not border the Black Sea....)

The white-Abkhazian-cat:going to give birth soon!

This is the national Abkhaz cat- I was told so-... it is completely white- single color eyes (not like van cats of Turkey), not deaf (as the Ankara cat is), needs to be protected!