Guliko Gotsadze, 88 years old, 09/15/1933
Guliko: I've been chained to bed for almost 10 years... I don't get up. I can't and don't want to. I lie and think. How good it used to be. It's good to be young. Life was so good, and I didn't even notice that. When you go to the toilet yourself, it's already good. When you can pour tea for yourself, it's already good... but does anyone notice it? Is anyone happy about this?
- Guliko, what do you regret most of all?
Guliko: I have no regrets - I had a good life. My husband worked, I did household chores... we had a good family. But I was dissatisfied with everything before. I wanted more ... and now, I became a prisoner of my sores, a prisoner in my house. Do you know what I'm thinking about? No one is immune from such a fate - each person can find himself in a position where he will not be able to roll over on his own or even straighten his blanket.
- Do you have any wish?
Guliko: If you had asked me about this 10-20 years ago, I would have told you so many things… but now I don’t even know. I want nothing.
- What would you ask for 20 years ago?
Guliko: About a warm coat and boots, about a set of pots, about beautiful curtains ... But now what do I need it all for? I can't even go to the toilet by myself. Now I would ask for diapers, medications, and groceries. I don't need anything more!