You had been to Georgia even before I was born. You liked it, despite being afraid of heights, and you drove along the mountain serpentines with your eyes closed. When we said goodbye in Melitopol, you warned us not to get into cars with the locals: “They drive like devils.”

I think Tbilisi has changed a lot since you were there, but you would definitely recognise the old town. And the drivers still drive just as wildly.