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This paradisiac beach is located on the south west of Myanmar where I went with my family while I was visiting my mother and brother. After long months spent away from them, we were able to enjoy some time together in a beautifully authentic setting.

I remember myself sitting by the water with the breezy wind hitting my face while my ears enjoyed the ocean’s soothing melody.

Starting off 2024 in this exact way had filled me up with a sense of peace, which made me hopeful about the year I had ahead of me.

Every time I look back at this moment, I reminisce of how everything felt so simple, how all my worries were replaced by pure happiness. In my heart, I know this feeling of calmness is special to me and it can't be replaced by anything else.

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'The landscape of memories' Konstantin Margveli 

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Photos are capable of holding memories for a long time. This chosen picture was taken in Italy, Gaeta, where I went with my whole class. I've known these people for almost my whole life, and despite that, I've never gotten as close to them as I did on this trip. Every time I see this picture, it reminds me of all the fun moments my whole class and I had over the few days we stayed there. This picture not only shows the already beautiful landscape but also the feelings we had. We were finally united as a class, and that feeling of home is going to stay with me forever.

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This picture I took in October captures the mystical essence of Zeus' Cave in Crete, where legend intertwines with reality. Zeus' Cave serves as a physical representation of ancient mythology, a place where gods once roamed and mortals sought divine guidance. Yet, within its cavernous depths, echoes of these myths reverberate through time, blurring the boundaries between past and present. The play of light and shadow creates an otherworldly atmosphere which made me question the nature of reality and the power of collective memory. Just as Zeus' Cave exists as both a tangible geological formation and a symbol of mythical storytelling, our understanding of the world is shaped by a complex interplay of historical fact and imaginative interpretation.

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This photo, which appears simple and without a story, represents an important part of my life. The photo was taken this year, on January 11th, when I was with two friends at the Tbilisi Opera.

I've moved a lot in my life and lived in many different countries. When you change your lifestyle, language, culture, and friends so often, you need to find certain things to feel at home. Since I was born, I always went to the opera to watch ballets in Kiev, London, Nantes, and so on. It's a hobby that my mother passed down to me and is important to me, especially when I don't feel at home somewhere. When I returned to see our favorite ballet, "The Nutcracker," I remembered all those moments my mother and I shared. When you have such a unique lifestyle, you need to find certain things in each country to feel at home.

This photo taken at a simple opera in Tbilisi means more to me than just a moment shared with friends or even some family moments. This opera allows me to feel at home, to feel good, happy, relieved, and most importantly, not to feel alone in a country I don't know well.

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Living in Colombia, away from her family, has been incredibly challenging for my mother.

As her birthday approached, she longed for something special, especially since it's our last celebration together before I leave for my studies in less than 4 months.

We settled on Athens, Greece, a destination we've never explored together.

This picture captures one of the most breathtaking moments: sitting in the Panathenaic Stadium, surrounded by the magnificence of Athens' monuments. It captures the overwhelming awe I experienced, but more importantly, it symbolizes the profound connection I shared with my mother in that unforgettable moment. This trip will forever remain a cherished memory, a symbol of our closeness and the memorable experiences we've had together.

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Looking at the picture takes me right back to that incredible day when everything felt so alive. It's like I'm reliving the moment all over again, feeling prouder of Georgia each time.

The match was an intense rollercoaster of emotions from start to finish. Greece's statistical advantage made every minute filled with tension and worry. Yet, this tough fight made victory taste sweeter…

As Georgia scored the final penalty goal, securing their place in Euro 2024, fans flooded the stadium in a sea of red and white, the colors of the Georgian flag, to celebrate with their new heroes.

The echoes of celebration linger in my mind - car horns blaring, fireworks lighting up the sky, music filling the air, and laughter intertwining with joy.

This was more than a football victory; it touched our souls, a memory that will never fade, born from years of hope, struggle, and resilience.

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"Unforgettable Scenery" by Natali Giorgobiani.

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Taken during a small trip to Kiketi in October. My dad, my sister and I, as usual decided to go for a drive when suddenly my dad decided to take us to a surprise place.

When stepping out of the car I was taken aback by the beauty of this place. I couldn't help but stand in awe of the magnificent view unfolding before my eyes. A sudden sensation of thrill ran down my spine looking at this phenomenal view. I tried to take a picture of the view but despite my best efforts, I realized that no camera could ever truly capture the sheer majesty and serenity of this place. Every now and then i look back at this picture and reminisce the sensations I felt that day.

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“Unforgettable trip” By Melania Urushadze

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In this photo from our winter trip to Cannes, I'm reminded of the amazing time I had with my family. We spent New Year's Eve in France, making memories that will last a lifetime. The two guys in the picture are my brother and my little cousin. We had so much fun exploring, eating delicious food, and laughing together. From strolling along the charming streets to marveling at the breathtaking views, every moment was filled with joy and adventure. Looking at this picture brings back all the happiness and memories we shared during those two weeks, and it makes me grateful for the unforgettable experiences we created together.

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The photo shows a man in his backyard, maybe gardening or just enjoying his time. It's his private spot away from everyone else. In the background, we see the public area, like the sidewalk or street where the photo was taken from. This comparison reminds us how everyone needs their own quiet space, even in a busy city. It's like seeing how people make their own peaceful corners in the middle of all the city noise.

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"Roman Holiday" is a movie that is timeless for two reasons: it stars Audrey Hepburn and it was filmed in Rome.

History textbook pages sprang to life on this land, and that is why it feels so surreal to tread it. Indeed, it is not the Colosseum or the Pantheon alone that give the city this magical feeling, but rather the trees that stood witness to Caesar assassinated, or the pavement bricks that transport you into the mind of Seneca when you step on them. And yet Rome is not archaic. It bustles with modern life, all the while whispering stories of the ancients.

The image above is a view from the terrace of the FAO headquarters in Rome.

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''The Marakana stadium'' by Moussa Mohamed Ahmed

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I took this picture after training after hours of pure passion, if someone look at this picture will say that it is a special picture but for me it is something special. When my foot stand on the pitch I feel something that I can not explain, I feel in my private space because football is my passion and the place where I will be always happy and there is another side that people don't see that is related to the publics spaces because football is a collective sport and it is kind of public and everyone is can enjoy it together.

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“The Overhead Exhibition” by Ksenis Ustinova

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I took this photo in an art studio where the owner decided to use an unconventional way of displaying her students artworks. Instead of using the walls, she took the time to carefully pin the paintings to the ceiling, in order to avoid paint being splashed on them and having to rehang them when repainting the walls. I thought it was quite ingenious and creative, while also creating a unique gallery for the art pieces.

Placing the paintings on the ceiling rather than the walls challenges traditional norms and expectations of the art world, placing the photograph in the theme of art and power.

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The school after the last bell rings shows the emptiness of the building. Proves that it serves for one purpose only and its to teach us subjects, as soon as it rings, it looses all its purpose and becomes a meaningless building with chairs stacked up on tables with no one inside. Its going to be a forever remind of how empty the school makes me feel.

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"The murals of my home" by Lizi Lipartashvili

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For a piece of art to be memorable it doesn't have to be painted by the most famous painter, or to be hanging in the most visited museum.

These are the walls at my great-grandparents' house, where they've been living in for the last 50 years, in the company of each other. These walls were painted by the same man who painted the Tbilisi Opera, but that doesn't matter to me, all that matters is that I see history through those walls and feel some sort of power. I've spent every "old christmas" in that living room.I've also spent some time in that living room next to my great-grandma's bedroom when her health wasn't very good. Nevertheless I've spent 16 years admiring that work of art and the antique collection. And if you ask me to choose between the Mona Lisa, Michelangelo's work and my great-grandparents' murals, of course I'll choose the one which feels like home.

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"History through art" by Nino Dalakishvili 

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I took this picture in the halls leading to the Sistine Chapel. We can see the ceiling, full of art, and the walls, full of maps.

Those halls represent the history of the world, without them we wouldn't be able to understand the creation of the borders. They hold power, they give us guidance.

Therefore, these pictures perfectly represent the theme “art and power”. They give the ability to understand, which is arguably the most important quality.

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This picture I took during the Banksy exhibition states that "THERE ARE NO INNOCENT BYSTANDERS”. The phrase directly correlates with our theme of "Art and Power", urging viewers, especially the youth, to confront societal apathy amidst global conflicts.

From Palestine to Ukraine, silence is complicity, and inaction perpetuates suffering. People are hesitant to act in fear of appearing “too political” about innocent people dying. These bystanders will soon realize that their inactivity unconsciously enabled injustice.

We all have the power to act, the question is whether we choose to stand on the right side of history or if we allow ourselves to be perceived as sheep with blood on our hands in the near future.

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"People in diversity ; an aria of unity" by Dafne Ozmizrahi

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Twenty-four, eight, ten. Those were the numbers written on my ticket. I still remember them. Seat number twenty-four, 8 o'clock, 10th building.

I sank into the cushiony chair, barely taking in my surroundings before the lights dimmed, and only the stage radiantly glowed. As the room reverberated, thrummed and filled with the singer’s resounding voice, I couldn’t help but notice how some moved their fingers as to conduct, or swayed their heads, whilst others simply closed their eyes.

I knew most of them. So disparate and yet, all here to enjoy music and art at its rawest form. All here despite the difference in culture, in ethnicity, in age, or whatever other aspect of what made them who they are. All here accepting each other's presence and allowing the notes to linger peacefully in the air.

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During my winter break, I went on a ski trip to Gudauri. During the first few days, I enjoyed skiing and had fun. However on my last day, I encountered something beyond belief.

All of the clouds suddenly became perfectly aligned with each other, building a bridge connecting the civilization under the gondolas with the mountain peaks.

I felt like I was in a completely parallel universe, divided from all of the responsibilities waiting for me under the clouds. It all just felt surreal. I couldn't tell if what I was seeing was real or me imagining it.

But in a few hours my trip came to an end. Slowly I felt all of the responsibilities crawling back up to me pulling me back in the real world.

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I was walking up the four flights of steps to my apartment late one night when the overhead lamps stwitched on with a buzz and sent light dancing accross the walls.

It had been so dark and dreary just seconds before, but with my sillouette and the twirling reflections of the raillings behind me, it was transformed into a shining, shimmering fresque. I took out my phone and posed for a picture.

Then, I put it away and kept on walking. The lights clicked back off and I felt the darkness swallow up the momentary show of shadows etched on the wall beside me.

It hardly felt real now that it was gone. The shadows on the wall had not been imagined. They were as real as the darkness, but their fleetingness made them dreamlike. And I began to doubt if I had even ever seen them.

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"Reminders of home" by Lia Menagarishvili

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During our class trip to Italy, we got the opportunity to visit the city of Naples. It is a small city that’s located near the sea. For Georgians, this city is related to football because its football team has a Georgian player. As we were walking in the small streets of naples, we noticed this Georgian flag hanging from a  balcony. It instantly made me homesick and made me miss Georgia. But, the moment I saw this flag, a wave of happiness entered my body, I felt happy that people from other country knew mine because usually people don’t really know Georgia as a country but more as a state. To me this picture is associated with the theme territory and memory because it is a territory, Naples, that holds the memory of this country, Georgia.

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Scientific Inovation and Responsibility 

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Scientific Inovation and Responsibility 

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During my last vacation, I traveled with my family aboard a cruise vessel named Costa Smeralda. Throughout our journey, we visited five cities located along the coast of the Mediterranean Sea. The ship had 19 decks, seven restaurants, and even water slides. All this infrastructure, along with the capacity to host 6500 tourists on board, made the ship comparable to a city. This serves as an example of how humanity has developed in recent years. However, such massive constructions also carry the responsibility for thousands of human lives. We should always remember tragedies that have arrived due to a lack of attention, such as the sinking of the Titanic or, more recently, the shipwreck of the Costa Concordia in 2010.

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I took this picture last summer while going home. Initially, I aimed to document the graffiti depicting Giorgi Antsukhelidze, a figure who was tortured during the 2008 Russia–Georgia war. However, an unidentified woman entered the frame, adding a layer of significance. The graffiti's quote, calling to 'never, never give up!' alongside the elderly woman, framed with the Georgian flag, directly connects to the theme of Art and Power.

Through it, we see Georgia’s history of being occupied and stripped of freedom but never surrendering. Moreover, the woman symbolises a silent force, a living emblem within the painted narrative. The picture is a connection between artistic expression and resilience. I still think of this woman questioning where she is now.

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The Mona Lisa is a historical painting painted by the famous Italian painter Leonardo Da Vinci in 1503. While on my trip to Paris in September 2023, I got the chance  to visit "Le Louvre" and of course the Mona Lisa. As we can see in this photo, this small, yet empowering painting has the attention of everyone even tho there is a much bigger, prettier painting right behind it. In my opinion this shows the power of this art and the stupidity of todays society, yes it is a good painting, but still, people just copy the same movements that is "written" in the society, For exemple, this painting is the case. In conclusion, this picture is related to the theme of Art and power because as we all know this is the most famous art a human has ever painted and it has such a big power that people would rather crowd up for this painting than a much prettier painting.                     

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"The Power Of Mona Lisa" by Mate Tsiskarashvili 

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"The Power Of Mona Lisa" by Mate Tsiskarashvili 

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“Napoli the city of football By Andrea Diassamidze”.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       “While on the trip of italy in Rome our class got the chance to visit the “Italian City of Football”.  Walking thru the busy streets of Napoli you can feel the heartbeat of the city the action, the mood, its almost like a football stadium were everyone is so excited for the game to start. For me Napoli is related to football because of its beautiful streets that always holds football related decorations.While walking thru the streets of Napoli on our free time I came by this beautiful wall that was decorated in the middle of the beautiful streets of Napoli. For me this Picture is related to the theme of  territory and memory because of the eternal “memory” it left in my mind that is related to the “territory” of Napoli.

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"Knock knock, who's there?" by Ana Pineda 

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For me, a winter classic is a walk in the forest of Bakuriani while I enjoy the snow-covered trees and the company of a friend. I seek to be grounded to my surroundings, breathing in the fresh air and feeling free from all my troubles.

One day, in the midst of my dream-like reality, I found a door to a secret world.

The carving and painting were done with delicate detail. Therefore, the finished product was exquisite. In a mesmerized trance, I started wishing that in the cold reality I found myself in, I could somehow open this mysterious door. Maybe, just maybe, a soft knock could open the door to an alternate fictional world where a permanent escape from everything awaited me.

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"The Magic That Is Life" by Maria Vakhtangishvili

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Sometimes there's those little magical moments that feel unreal. In my apartment, when sunlight hits the chandeliers just right, it creates rainbow spots on the walls.

I used to imagine rainbows as magical gateways to the world of leprechauns, shiny glitter, fairies, and unicorns as a kid. Even after becoming a teenager, I never lost faith in magic.

In a world where everyone wants to escape reality, it's important to find joy in the simple, magical things that this reality we always avoid contains.

Despite life's challenges, discovering those little things, like rainbow spots on my walls, remains exciting and special. They remind me to appreciate the beauty and wonder all around us, even in the midst of tough times.

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In 1503, Leonardo da Vinci portrayed the Mona Lisa as a virtuous woman and faithful wife. The Mona Lisa Bazooka is an interpretation of this masterpiece by Banksy, in which he uses the Mona Lisa to illustrate our current harsh reality.

It’s humorous, yet empowering. She holds all the power she needs in the form of a bazooka. The weapon taints her calm expression with an underlying menace we somehow manage to ignore in our everyday lives.

To me, this shows the indifference we hold in our lives to the violence that perseveres in the world. We are used to it, living with an ignorance that is bound to meet its end. We ignore the inevitable question : when shall it be?

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The construction site was bustling with workers, all raising their voices to be heard over the sounds of various power tools. Paired with the petrichor emanating from the dirt after a rainy day, the off-gassing of the nearly completed building livened up the scene.

I stopped to take a gander at the nude building before me in an attempt to visualise its future. Owners, tenants, guests. Joy, regret, anxiety. Soon, it would be closed up to my eyes. The construction completed, I wouldn't be able to peer inside anymore. People would be living there, and it would then be their own private space.

The construction was never finished.

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I was walking alone through the fields of Treyvaux . The warm golden rays of the setting sun were engulfing the entire landscape. I hadn't been there in over seven years. Before going back, I would try and scrape together every fragment of every memory I had. I'd chase fleeting scents that reminded me of the flowers that grew there. I'd try to hear the particular sounds of its nature. The colours, the gentle warmth, the wheat tickling my hands, the feeling of all the memories flooding back, it all gave me a feeling of pure bliss.

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"Fluttering contemplation" by Zara Lukovac

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On a chilly November morning, I went to a university to attend a speech contest with my language teacher. She invited me to a tour of the grounds and, on the lowest floor, there was a zoological museum with taxidermied crocodiles and animal organs in vats. On the furthest end was the insect exhibition. Bugs ranging from bees to beetles, cockroaches and dragonflies- the selection seemed endless. Yet what really caught my eye were the butterflies. So colorful and patterned, so beautiful and so unusually still. Exhibited for everyone to see behind a thick pane of glass, kept in place by thin, metal pins; it would make anyone feel claustrophobic. It made me think: how much will we research until we realize it’s too much? How far will we go until we realize we’ve gone too far? I wonder what the butterflies think of it.

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One summer day, we were heading for a vacation, but it was much more than just a vacation, we went up to Kazbegi and this view unfolded before our eyes. I was expecting beauty but not like this. These huge mountains and their beauty cannot be forgotten. As soon as I entered Kazbegi, I thought I was in a fairy tale, because these huge and amazing mountains seem unreal.