Tamar Shavgulidze

Three decades after their separation, Irina and Nana remain mesmerized by memories of earlier days. But when Irina returns to the small community she left — where Nana stayed to start a traditional family — the women must reconcile with the past and their complex feelings.

I do not come blanket-covered from the dust of paper, or wallpaper, less from the variety show, I have always been in the warehouse close to the box of explosives.

Three decades after their separation, Irina and Nana remain mesmerized by memories of earlier days. But when Irina returns to the small community she left — where Nana stayed to start a traditional family — the women must reconcile with the past and their complex feelings.

Three decades after their separation, Irina and Nana remain mesmerized by memories of earlier days. But when Irina returns to the small community she left — where Nana stayed to start a traditional family — the women must reconcile with the past and their complex feelings.

I do not come blanket-covered from the dust of paper, or wallpaper, less from the variety show, I have always been in the warehouse close to the box of explosives.

I do not come blanket-covered from the dust of paper, or wallpaper, less from the variety show, I have always been in the warehouse close to the box of explosives.