Couple of days ago I was out in the night. It was, if my memory is correct, around 12:30 past midnight, and I was walking on one of the main streets of Tbilisi, Davit Aghmashenebeli Avenue, behind a girl for around 10 minutes. I was simply following her.
On the corner of the metro station, she turned left. And I followed. She crossed to the other side of the street. I don’t know why exactly, but I could not dare to cross the street with her. But I kept following.
We passed one street. Another. Another. In front of a Russian Orthodox Church, she stopped. Knowing not what to do, I took my mobile out of my pocket and checked as if someone would call me at that hour. She made the sign of the cross to show respect, which apparently is a newly invented Georgian tradition, and went on walking – with me behind.
She, in the end, took one of the streets. I waited there for a minute or two, watching her walking probably to her home, and started walking back to my guesthouse in the end.
I did not say a word to her. I did not touch. I did not try to do anything to her. I was following two other guys, who actually were following her, in case that they would dare to do anything to her. Yes, it was around the center of the city, but who would know? …