I treated myself to a proper Georgian lunch at a cozy café. On the wooden table: a plate of plump khinkali and two golden Adjarian khachapuri, each with a bright yolk and a melting cube of butter in the centre. The cheese is still bubbling, the edges of the bread are perfectly crisp, and the simple setting — wooden boards, metal cutlery, tiled floor — makes the whole meal feel warm and unpretentious. This is how I do café days: no rush, just real food and pure enjoyment.

I looked up and stopped. Three tall palms standing against a soft, cloudy sky, and suddenly the sun broke through — long golden rays pouring down like someone opened a window in the clouds. Cars below, a 60 speed limit sign, ordinary street life… but for a second none of that mattered. Just the light, the silhouettes, and this quiet feeling that the evening decided to show off.

My name is Amina, I am a young and very beautiful girl, I am living the best time in my life and enjoying all the moments!!!

I’m in the kitchen making syrniki. My hands are dusted with flour as I carefully shape the soft cottage-cheese dough into neat little rounds. On the board lie a dozen perfect syrniki, ready for the pan — some still showing the gentle press of my fingers. One last piece rests in my palm, lightly floured, while the black countertop is scattered with white traces of my work. The quiet evening light, the glass nearby, the focused care in every movement — this is how I turn simple ingredients into warm, golden homemade syrniki.

I’m holding my Belavia ticket folder for the very first time. Blue nails, slightly nervous hands, and an open bag full of everything I thought I might need — documents, chargers, little notes. The plane seat is right behind me, and this is the moment it all becomes real: my first time flying. Heart beating a little faster, but mostly just pure excitement.