Continuous protest in the streets, while the “Georgian Dream” remains detached from time and context, preparing to gather in the so-called parliament That so-called parliament, where only 89 seats will be filled, all by “Dream” members.

A month has passed since the elections, and no one from Europe has congratulated the so-called government. Well, except for one—who only pretends to be European—Putin’s friend, Orbán. Meanwhile, young people taking to the streets are still being pursued, assaulted, and arrested by Gomelauri’s police force. This country, lost in its dreams, continues its familiar cycle.

When a single man’s words hold more value than the honor of the uniform, everything and everyone gets trampled underfoot. And once that last nerve snaps, it never heals; you forever act beyond the red line you once crossed. Speaking of nerves—after questioning everyone unrelated to the case, the Prosecutor’s Office finally summoned the CEC chairman, Kalandarishvili. They kept his arrival a secret, but when he left, he ran. Kalandarishvili disappeared from the Prosecutor’s Office. Through which exit, we don’t know. But the fact remains—he vanished from the journalists’ sight. Isn’t it said that the innocent don’t run? Today, you might manage once, but in the long run, staying out of sight will be difficult, Mr. Giorgi. Unlike many “Dream” soldiers who disappeared without a trace, you have—no, you are—a symbol. A stain.

Not entirely a bad one, right? So many of “Dream’s” men have vanished unrecognized, but flags have even been made in your name.

And finally, the Special Forces stormed Tbilisi State University once again. Of course, not for education, but to disperse the students and clear the territory. This university has carried the karma of armed gang formations since the distant past, and the 21st century—under the so-called rule of the Russian oligarch Ivanishvili—is no exception. This is tonight’s main story.

I am Dea Mamiseishvili. We are speaking about Georgia—a country that fights.