A cloudy, warm, oppressive day in Tbilisi, May 2015. A light drizzle is falling, most of the vendors on the Dry Bridge junk market have gone home. Tourists interested in Russian cameras, watches and plastic or metal Red Army insignia can still find a few cloths spread out, though. And under the trees, a group of four young to middle-aged Georgian men have on display a handful … [Lees meer...] overRegrets about a Plastic Cup of Georgian Wine