Review

The people are decent, they say hello. There are no endless repairs and drilling on weekends, like in my old house. There are many families, the young people are well-mannered.

Oh, how I was afraid to move! I thought Tamarashvili Street would be noisy, with cars honking. But my son said, "Mom, the windows here are special." And indeed, I close them—and it's as quiet as a village. I sleep peacefully; no one wakes me.

My windows overlook the greenery, the former hippodrome. I wake up in the morning and see the trees, it's a joy to behold. It doesn't feel like I'm trapped in a stone cell.

The entrance hall always sparkles, the cleaning staff does a conscientious job. Not a speck of dust, no unpleasant odors. The elevators are mirrored and beautiful.

There's a small courtyard, fenced in and well-kept. There are benches, so you can sit outside and get some fresh air if you're too lazy to walk to the park. Everything is very well-kept, and there are flowers planted.

The most important thing for me is the park nearby. Cross the road (or walk a little) and you can stroll around the old hippodrome as much as you like. The air there is different.

There are shops and a pharmacy nearby. The market on Delisi is a bit of a walk away, of course, but my son brings groceries. And if I need to pick up any small items, everything's within reach.