My twin and I used to walk along Rustaveli Avenue every day on our way home from school-a route that felt like a little adventure to us. Foreign tourists would often stop us, take photos, and ask us to smile in front of the camera for a few seconds. Those moments always came with small gifts: foreign sweets and pure childhood joy. That’s probably why Tamuna and I tasted Wrigley’s gum much earlier than anyone would imagine.
