Nino told me over our many conversations, “I have two surnames, you know. One is Davitadze and the other is Makaradze. In my passport, it is Nino Makaradze.”
“One was given to me by my father, and the other is the name of a village I hail from,” Nino replied.
I noticed that the surgery to fatten her lips had made her look, at times, like the Joker in Batman. It was quite funny when one stared at them.
Apart from her tattoos, she looked to be quite a hippie babe, and that was fine by me. She dressed well, wore colorful dresses and shirts, was very appealing at all times, and full of life—very bubbly and chirpy.
Nino Makaradze, Nino Davitadze
She had a life living on her own with her black cat Sameba in her apartment near the city center, drove her white BMW, ate and dined with her relatives and her brother’s family. She worked her beat at the airport ferrying tourists across Georgia, and that was what her life was. But our little Nino wanted a change—a new life, a life that was free. Put simply, our Nino wanted wings. She wanted to fly high in the sky, soar like an eagle high above. She wanted to break free from the clutches of her ex, her brother, and her mundane, meaningless life. She wanted some zest in her life, some newness, some zest.
“Did I tell you I am Muslim? Yes! I am not Georgian Orthodox Catholic, but I respect all faiths and I know a lot about religion,” Nino told me.
“Yes, that is good. The other thing I like is that your English is good, but it is unfortunate that you did not finish law at university,” I told her.
Nino enjoyed her beer, liked to smoke a few cigarettes in the day, wore good perfume, and at times would even dress in her denim shorts—that was very sexy. She also wore contact lenses; I feel they were of the colorful variety. Our Nino wanted to look good and charm people, that was for sure. She knew she had style and oomph.
“I liked it when we meditated together. You should make it a habit; it will give you some peace,” I told Nino.
“I have no time. I am always at work, always at the airport,” Nino said, rather exasperated.
Could I be her knight in shining armor, I wonder.
