Ashes of Time
My grandfather’s story is the story of the Soviet Union. Born in 1919, two years before Georgia became one of the Soviet Socialist republics, he passed away in 1997, six years after the communist project burned to ashes.
Those 78 years of his life, like millions of others’, was marked by the USSR’s fate – fighting in World War II, joining the Communist party, getting married, striving for better housing conditions, acquiring more and more household items. It all culminated with the collapse of the USSR and soon after – his own death.
His imprint on life was ultimately destroyed by a fire, which burned down his ancestral house. But some of the objects that filled his private space outlived him to tell the story of a communist man.