seedy

sunflower seeds. since the first day i arrived, i noticed the country is crazy about these tiny black unsalted specks. everywhere i go, someone is offering me a dirty handful of sunflower seeds. (the seeds are clean, the hands are dirty). typically, the Georgians will carry these little seeds with them in a cone of paper. the girls at the shelter love to force feed me sunflower seeds.

old women on the street set up little stools and sit all day and sell little paper cones filled with these sunflower seeds for about fifteen cents per handful. the other afternoon, as i was walking home, i was assaulted by a gold-toothed sunflower seed seller. she began jabbering at me in Georgian, trying to sell me some sunflower seeds. then she saw the very lost look on my face.

-"…kartuli?" (she was asking if i was georgian, or if i spoke georgian)

-"arra. bodishi." (no. excuse me.)

-"…ruske?" (Russian? she asked.)

-"arra."

she laughed every time i responded in georgian because how was it possible that i didn't speak Georgian, but knew how to say 'no'? she and i were stuck in a stalemate because she really wanted to sell me some sunflower seeds, and i really didn't want any. finally, she handed me a few, for free, and told me they were good.

-"didi modloba" (thank you very much) i replied and headed home.

when i arrived in the apartment, the first thing i noticed was that there were five little sunflower seed shells in the toilet. the housekeeper must have come while i was out.