Refugees from the war finding safety in Georgia, for now
Is ignorance bliss?

When most of us think of refugees, we have a specific image. Yours is different than mine. However, I can only speak from mine.
I am currently in Tbilisi, Georgia, and have been here for three days what a beautiful city. However, that differs from what this post is about; that will come later.
I have met two people in the hotels where I am staying. One was a Russian girl, and the other a Ukrainian. Both have fled their countries due to the war, something else I had not experienced until I came to this side of the world.
Yet this part of the world has had its battles throughout history, and Georgia has only been recognized as a country since 1991, shortly before the fall of the Soviet Union.
The first non-Baltic republic of the Soviet Union officially declared independence (google told me).
Wow, right?
The Russian girl told me she left about a year ago, right when the war began, and the guy from Ukraine did not say, but he was also in Israel for the past nine months but found it difficult to get papers to stay there, so he left.
Plus, it was so expensive, and he said Georgia reminds him of home, and he likes it much better.
With that said, both of these people are young, probably early-mid 20´s, and both are displaced. When we sometimes look at refugees who do not look like us, we instantly think ¨that would or could never happen to me¨ but when you look at someone who looks just like you and could be your sister or brother, it hits differently.
Maybe you are judging me already because if I look at someone who does not look like me, it is hard to understand, yet you can judge me, but if you can not relate to someone or something, it is human nature to put it in the other part of your brain.
Yet if someone is similar or looks like you, it hits closer to home whether you want to admit it. Well, especially for me, as my family came from this part of the world.
My great-grandfather only spoke Russian but told his children they must adapt and learn and only speak English. I now understand why my patients used to assume I spoke a different language, usually Russian, but I do not.
Each part of the world has its issues finding safety, security, and jobs — a way to earn a living so they can survive. Struggle does not discriminate, and neither does hate or love.
Here in Georgia, they are having the same issues with immigration as Colombia or the US. In Georgia, the signs are painted on the walls stating Russians go home; in Medellin, they say Gringos go home.
A worldwide issue with inflation, displacement, and war, and an issue that has been happening since the beginning of time.
For me bringing awareness is one way to acknowledge it; travel has helped open my eyes, and sometimes I wonder if I never saw what I have seen would I be less stressed and less anxious, leaving the never-ending question of ignorance is really bliss.
XOXO
S
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