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Tamriko Sholi

Inside a woman

Dedicated to the main women in my life - grandmother, mother, sister

He stood opposite me and did not change at all. A beautiful shirt, neat stubble, precise words. Everything that I loved him for before.

- Thank you for agreeing.

He leaned down to kiss my cheek. I allowed: you need to be able to accept your past.

Our table was in the farthest corner of the room. Checkered tablecloth, short menu, waiter in a green apron. The rain outside the window was indeed heavy, not at all typical for August. I took the recorder out of my bag and put it on the table.

- Why me? - he asked.

- Because I loved you. Do you remember - it didn’t last long, but it was very strong.

- That’s why too: you still remember.

Yes, we were together and then we understood each other perfectly. Each meeting was like the last, and one day it happened. We parted easily, almost without words, although I cried later, remembering his hands.

It was a strange time.

I just published my book “Inside the Man” and, after conducting two hundred and one intimate interviews, I realized with horror that men are not to blame for anything. The problem was me. And as a woman, I wasn’t even born yet. I changed my dresses, but they didn’t make me particularly want to take them off. And I hated dresses. Sunrises, sunsets, rain, sun, a cup on the table, change in your pocket. I woke up in the morning and didn’t feel like a woman, I went to bed and didn’t feel like a woman. It was a surefire way to lose interest in life. There were rumors in society and among friends that my every day was a French carousel, and I was in no hurry to dispel their beliefs with my sadness. I was not a woman, and I was sad at that.

There was always red fish and a bottle of white wine in the refrigerator. I didn't feel like cooking at all. There were two options: go to the East, wrapped in a shawl from the suffocating feeling of loneliness, or understand yourself. I made the decision lazily and for a long time, still hoping that someone would do it for me. The closet was still full of dresses that I didn't dare wear.

Good thoughts usually come to me in the fall, and it was the same this time. Among the wet leaves on the cooled ground and empty park benches, I realized that I finally wanted to meet myself. I want to hug, I want to give, I want to hear. For this I needed a hundred intimate interviews with women.

I picked up the recorder again and traveled through personal stories, this time women’s stories. In rain and shine, in a noisy bar and at home in the kitchen, they confessed to me their mistakes, desires and lust. And no matter how old their past became, talking about it, they relived every detail and every word. That’s why the women’s project was much harder for me. And if among men I looked for my former lovers, whom I once could not, but really wanted to understand, then among women I looked for myself.

One hundred real women and about the same number of biographies read and documentaries watched. This is not much, but I can still say that each of us has something that we are silent about. It seems that this is exactly the smell that makes men turn around. Wonderful. After all, this means that every woman will one day be followed by someone very important.

A hundred shades of feelings, a hundred life options. I have lived each of these stories and am ready to tell you how they changed me. That's what I needed him for - to write down my story.

– Will you tell me what I didn’t have time to ask?

- With pleasure.

– And you were less warm before.

- I have changed.

- And how did you do it?

I met his gaze and immediately remembered the eyes of the women who had revealed their intimate thoughts to me. These were amazing eyes that are now looking at you.

In this book you will not find any appeals, propaganda, or any advice. These are just a few personal stories and food for thought.

All names have been changed, any similarities are not accidental.

It was a stuffy summer. In a long white top with a huge blue bow tie, I listened to Edith Piaf and prepared for the meeting. I tried to imagine what Valeria looks like and find something in unison. So, she is twenty-six years old, and her husband is fifty-three. What might a young girl look like who loves a man ripped with wrinkles and gray hair? What kind of clothes and food can a girl like who goes to bed every night with a man three years older than her father?

She can look like anything. I stopped “La vie en rose” in the middle, put on a cream translucent dress, so long that it hit the floor, and booked a table in the city center.

Dossier

Name: Valeria

Age: 26

Profession: lawyer

Marital status: Married

Financial situation: comfortable

Living conditions: three-room apartment

Additional bonus: the ability to admit your shortcomings

I was 18 years old when a 58-year-old professor became interested in me. He was tall, with gray hair and wearing a blue jacket. He told me interesting stories and made non-trivial compliments. They sounded so old-fashioned to me or something. And he touched me only a few times - when he offered his hand for me to get out of the car. I kept wanting to call him Yesenin. Of course, I didn’t match him at all, and I was much younger than him, and I was still afraid that someone would see me with him. What he saw in me is completely unclear. I’m in my second year – it’s time for tight leggings and jam on my fingers. Maybe he was pleased to see me listening attentively to him. But I didn’t just listen - I stuck to his words like double-sided tape. But this was not enough: I stopped responding to his voice as soon as a soul-torn fellow student appeared in my life. I never saw this professor again.

“Great dress,” Lera pulled me out of the sea of memories. “In this heat, all I want is a transparent shawl and cold water.” I can’t imagine how these girls in jeans even breathe. And also this long hair and gloss on the lips... But beauty requires sacrifice. Especially if you want to keep a man close to you.

- You want?

“That’s all I do.”

“I thought he was trying to keep you.”

“Of course he... He thinks so,” Lera laughed. – To fight for a man means to make him think that he is fighting for you.

I immediately and irrevocably liked Lera, and I decided that I would talk to her for a long time, until we both lost our voices. Because you can’t just let go of a person you like: it’s such a rarity - a pleasant conversationalist. You must definitely get enough of it, because in a world where there are so many unforeseen circumstances, every meeting may be the last.

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About the book “Inside a Woman” by Tamriko Sholi

Tamriko Sholi (Shoshiashvili) – journalist and writer, author of the acclaimed book “Inside a Man”, presents its continuation. These are frank stories of different women who did not hesitate to tell the most secret things about themselves.

“I... picked up a voice recorder and traveled through personal stories... - women's ones. In rain and shine, in a noisy bar and at home in the kitchen, they confessed to me their mistakes, desires and lust. And no matter how old their past became, talking about it, they relived every detail and every word... And I was looking... among women - for myself.

A hundred shades of feelings, a hundred life options. I lived each of these stories and am ready to tell how they changed me,” this is what Tamriko herself says about this book.

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A hundred shades of feelings, a hundred life options. I lived each of these stories and am ready to tell how they changed me,” this is what Tamriko herself says about this book.

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Introduction

The rabbit was waiting for me on the same path as always. I moved to Frankfurt a month ago, and I was extremely lucky because there was a large jogging park across the street from my house. The rabbit moved his ear slightly. I adjusted my cap and grinned: for the last ten years, my home had been a “rabbit hole”, and I was going deeper and deeper into it. It seemed to me that it was easier to push on than to go back. The word is “back”. There was a sudden whiff of draft, can you feel it? Or is it just me who has this attitude towards him?

Ten years ago I found myself in the editorial office of a magazine, where I was assigned the column of real life stories. I easily agreed and bought my first voice recorder. Once a week I had to find someone to tell their story. A piece of life that determined the future fate of a person. And with photographs and real names. I excitedly clung to taxi drivers, bartenders, acquaintances and acquaintances of acquaintances. Social networks were just emerging in our country at that time, and I was literally fed by my language and ability to talk with strangers “from the first note.”

Of course, people were afraid to tell me about themselves, even if it was a nice story. As if their past was a hundred thousand dollars that I offered to give them for nothing. Or part of an apartment. Or a family pendant from the time of a great-great-grandmother. I want to say that they treated their past as something absolutely material, influencing their condition right now. It’s as if you talk out loud about your past and everything in the present will collapse. Therefore, it was very difficult: people were silent, as if they had taken water into their mouths. It also happened that they agreed to an interview, but began to remain silent from the moment I turned on the recorder. My young Georgian blood was hotly angry, and I began to tell them about myself. This almost always worked: it’s easier to trust an open person. It’s just like in childhood, when my mother lubricated her hand with brilliant green and said: “See, it doesn’t hurt at all, now give it to you.” The interview quietly turned into a heart-to-heart conversation. True, then I had no idea how I dived into the “rabbit hole”.

After three years of working at the magazine, I told strangers more about myself than they told me. It became a habit and started to amuse me. I recalled such episodes from my own past that probably no psychic could get to the bottom of. Now it became clear where most of my beliefs and stereotypes came from. But why did I forget about such important events in my life? Why do we remember some things and forget others? Why do some situations affect us, changing the course of history, while others do not? Hello bunny, lead me further.

Nobody knows how everything would have turned out in the future if I had not lost my temper. When I left the editorial office and moved to another publication, I had a great chance to jump out of the “hole” and stop delving into people (and myself). But, Lord, now it’s hard for me to say why I unfastened my seat belt at the moment when I decided to increase the speed to the limit. Let's chalk it up to youthful maximalism and a desire to shock. How could I then know what I would collide with and how, because of this collision, I would fly through the windshield.

I decided to write a book about men and conduct two hundred intimate interviews with guys I didn’t know. I needed the most personal stories, even if they had a minus sign. It is clear that in these conversations my own shortcomings began to emerge, which stung my eyes unpleasantly. Instead of self-confidence, new complexes appeared. I started to get nervous. Some interview meetings were so difficult in their frankness that I simply lay on the bed for several hours in a row and could not utter a word.

When conversations with women began, it became even harder. Because they didn’t just talk about their past, they literally lived it again. They mourned him, ridiculed him, beat him, and forgave him. And I did all this with them. My “million lives in three realities” began, as I call it now: on the one hand, I managed to become a participant in other people’s stories (different each time). On the other hand, I was simultaneously reliving my past, encountering long-forgotten memories in the “halls of memory.” And with the third, I still had a real life with utility bills, a bad mood from the boss and seasonal colds. It was almost impossible to explain what was happening inside me at that moment. Partly because I myself did not notice how I had ceased to stand firmly with both feet in one reality and live the life familiar to most people. I realized this a few years later when I looked back.

Of course, I have changed a lot. And my attitude towards people is the same.

Every person in his life had a story (or several) that turned his life in a different direction. Everyone has it. With no exceptions. I was so imbued with this thought that my focus now belonged only to it. I walked along the streets of Kyiv and tried to find that very story in the faces I met by chance. I was sitting in a cafe with friends and saw around me not people, but continuous stories. I crumbled into hundreds of pieces. I was made up of these stories.

Women called and wrote to me after the interview. Some were afraid that they had said too much, while others, on the contrary, recalled new details. Some asked to replace their outfit in the book with a more feminine one, others asked not to use their story at all (“it was a mistake, sorry for taking up your time”).

God knows how, but I interviewed a hundred women and wrote this book. When I held it in my hands, standing in one of the bookstores, I thought: “Now I can rest, the job is done.” But. But no. If.

The dam broke, and a stream of letters rushed towards me. Women (at first only from Ukraine) unashamedly trusted me with their most intimate things. They talked about how they were raped, beaten, insulted, abandoned. How they understood their sexuality and their relationship to men. Girls I knew came to me to come out about their sexual orientation.

I suddenly realized how many people suffer from the fact that they simply have no one to talk to. There is no one to truly tell your story. Not just to chat and get routine advice, but to tell.

I understood these people (it seems so to me), but I could not help any of them (it seems so to me). So I put another complex on myself: my texts (and, therefore, actions-efforts) are meaningless, because I can’t help anyone. You may think this is funny, but it really depressed me. Instead of stopping, I decided that I needed to go even deeper down the rabbit hole.

I moved to Germany. And here I began to communicate not just with women, but with women of different nationalities, religions and cultural codes. Many of them did not speak English, and our conversations were literally conducted in sign language. One more form of communication has been added to my form of communication: body language. What their words and touches of hands did not tell (besides words)!

Colombia, Vietnam, Albania, Kazakhstan, Germany, France, Spain, Morocco, Syria and Afghanistan. They alarmed another part of my personal history, because two blood flows in me at once - Ukrainian and Georgian. Which one is closer to me and why? What cultural code is actually mine?

I probably became difficult for those close to me because I had too many questions. They just didn't end. Where did they even come from?

– When will all this end? – I once asked my Afghan friend Karim.

- What is this"?

– My questions and these stories. Strangers and our own.

Karim hesitated, looked at the sky, rubbed his large dark palms, and then looked at me:

– Do you even understand that you are a researcher? Or a traveler. Call it what you want. And people, man, is the subject of your research.

– So, in your opinion, this will never end?

“In my opinion, this will end when your life ends.” Well, or when you change your profession.

“But I can’t do anything else.”

“Then keep asking questions and looking for answers.”

Tamriko Sholi's book “Inside a Woman” helps to see the soul of a woman as she is. The author talked to many women, interviewed them, listened to their stories. They shared with her things that sometimes you can’t even tell your loved ones about, or you can’t share with your best friend. Their stories are filled with feelings and experiences. There are so many different emotions in them. And with every woman you experience it all again, listening to her revelations. And each of them herself experienced in a new way everything she talked about.

This book tells about the depths of the soul of seemingly completely different women. They have different social status, different education and, probably, different self-esteem. But the more you delve into the history of each of them, the less differences you see, the more commonalities you find. No matter what women appear to be, approximately the same thing happens in their souls. They all want to be loved and love, to be special, to be able to be close to a man dear to their hearts.

The book is not just a retelling of events from life, no. This is not only a story of love and experiences, but it is a story of a relationship with yourself, a story about your mistakes, life lessons. This book is a revelation. She reveals the secret corners of a woman’s soul in the best possible way, showing that everyone has something that she is silent about. The book makes you look at the fair sex with different eyes and understand why sometimes you so want to turn around after one of the women.

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