Vegetation along secondary roads grows luxuriant and wild, at times resambling jungles.
Outside the school that was part of a collective tea plantation.
Few people live there, but the sense of abandonment, and loneliness, pervades everything.
A cow caring for itself behing a gate.
On top, the word "Friendship".
A very curious choice, considering that Abkhazia was torn apart by a bloody civil war, and that probably even behind this gate Abkhazi and Georgians worked together and in peace up until the very eruption of the conflict.
The word, and a lonely cow, is all that remains.