“To love at all is to be vulnerable.” ―C.S. Lewis
Well, I did hint a secret love affair (not so secret anymore, if I’m writing about it )… with a dictionary.
Well, it’s not easy really in this country, when they speak no English, and you barely know how to read their alphabet. I would take maybe 5 mins to figure out the Tbilisi on the bus. Oh yeah. How am I going to survive in this country for the next months? I’m sure I didn’t have them at ‘Hello’.
It then came down to miming. It’s kind of hard to relate when you’re always miming to each other. You would then form opinions of your own without any basis of truth, then comes prejudice. Oh yeah, then your pride of a-foreigner-is-greater-than-thou would then make everything here in Georgia so unpleasant. (Right, Pride and Prejudice much, hehe, they did fall in love in the end, after some COMMUNICATION.)
Right, communication is the key to this lock called relationship. Now, how do I unlock it? With a one-week Georgian crash course. Loved it, but it wasn’t enough for me. I know how to sort of order food in the restaurant, but not advanced enough to say ” I’m having what she’s having.” Alright, too ambitious there, but my curiosity is piqued, any lovely Georgian phrasebook, like a Georgian flower would make my heart go aflutter. I want MORE of Georgian, the language I mean (DON’T get the wrong idea).
Stuck in my hotel room, did my research to go to Prospero’s in Tbilisi to get some. It’s almost guaranteed that if I want any sort of English books, in Georgia, it’s here. But before I could get there, friends had told me that any Georgian phrasebooks are sold out. Why oh why? I suppose my laptop, I suppose, would sufficed. But, it’s… a …laptop. Phrasebook, no matter how far, I will find you.
So came one normal day, actually not so normal. It’s an unusually hot September day, near the bazaar, next to Dinamo Arena, a crowd was seen flooding a bookstore, and somebody sort of yelled, “There’s Georgian-English dictionary here.” Oh mine, can it be true? But with the crowd, I really hoped that I don’t miss out again. ~Falling slowly~
Anyhow, got there, and there’s only one left on the shelf, and in this hot, stuffy, and crowded shop, I squeezed right in there and asked for it. I looked right and left to see if there’s anyone else who’s going for it. Even if so, I’ll fight for it. Here’s looking at you, dictionary. Finally, it then landed on my hands.YES! *fist pump* I got my dictionary! It’s not my dreamy phrasebook but, for a linguistic nerd, it was love at first sight.
Oh Georgian, I’d go to any length to study you. To love is to be vulnerable.
Next post, some Georgian lesson, with my dictionary?
P.S Easter Egg moment. Wrote this entry with some romantic film references in mind. Some obvious, some not. Have fun.
Kartlis Deda, Tbilisi, courtesy of a travel mate, Randy
Georgian flower and a street in Tbilisi, courtesy of another travel mate, Jackson