Kazbeg, higher than Montblanc, <strong>and</strong> the peaks of Khevsureti further east, only one road crossed the range, theCaucasian Military Road.The rug merchant, obviously a veteran of many such trips, had pulled his bowler hat over his eyes <strong>and</strong> slept soundly inhis corner of the carriage, undaunted by the shaking <strong>and</strong> rocking on the rutted road. Leist read a time-worn Alex<strong>and</strong>erDumas novel. The child had put her head into her napping mother’s lap.The carriage labored up the Terek Valley. Numerous medieval watchtowers crowned the bare rocks on both sides, <strong>and</strong>after an hour the coach <strong>and</strong> the roaring river disappeared between steep rock walls.Leist put down his book, waved his h<strong>and</strong> at the passing scenery, <strong>and</strong> said. "Now begins the dramatic Daryan Gorge, thePorta Caspiae of the Ancients. Since prehistoric times people have migrated through this narrow defile <strong>and</strong> over the Passof the Cross. Another name for these gorges was the ‘Gates of the Alani,’ <strong>and</strong> in fact, to this day the Osseti, the remainsof Gothic tribes, occupy these remote valleys. They speak an ancient Indo-European language."They crossed a bridge to a posting station in an old fort under an overhanging rock. Local tribesmen in heavy shepherds’cloaks, armed with silver daggers <strong>and</strong> front-loading guns loitered around the station. Surprised, <strong>Konrad</strong> commented upontheir blue eyes."Oh, yes," Leist said with a laugh, "these are the famous ‘Blue Eyes of the Mountain Georgians’. Ethnically they are Indo-European Ossetis not Georgians, but they have mixed with the Georgians with beguiling results: imagine a statuesquewoman with black hair <strong>and</strong> these unreal, deep-blue eyes!"Hardly enough room remained for the road next to the roaring river in the canyon. The road got steeper, <strong>and</strong> the horseslabored hard.Unexpectedly a side valley opened on the end of which Mt. Kazbeg majestically towered over a craggy glacier.At the end of the gorges the river fanned out across a rock-strewn floodplain where thous<strong>and</strong>s of sheep grazed in thesparse grass along its banks. A group of wild shepherds squatted next to a two-wheeled cart around a smoking fire. Intheir high, conical, fur hats <strong>and</strong> dirty, long-haired, sheepskin coats, their black, bearded faces <strong>and</strong> tousled, matted hairlooked medieval. Barking <strong>and</strong> snapping, the scrawny sheep dogs attacked the coach. The horses reared, <strong>and</strong> the driver,cursing in Russian, furiously whipped at the dogs, while the shepherds watched idly, laughing <strong>and</strong> shouting obscenities.Soon they were surrounded by a sea of wooly sheep. Led by stinking, evil-eyed billy goats, <strong>and</strong> driven from behind byshepherds on horseback, the animals surged in waves around the carriage. Caught, the carriage had to wait until theherd had passed. The second coachman got off his box <strong>and</strong> walked ahead of the horses to part the woolly sea likeMoses with a broom.Around noon the road eased, <strong>and</strong> they reached the village of Kazbegi. Like a huge shepherd’s hat the mighty ice mass ofKazbeg’s volcanic hulk rose majestically over the verdant valley. Driven by high winds, continuously changing thin cloudsveiled its glaciated peak."We break here for lunch," said Leist. "Let me take you to the only restaurant in this place. It is grubby, but they servereal Georgian food that one cannot find in Tiflis, <strong>and</strong> from its terrace one has a fine view of the mountain."Unaccustomed to the altitude, breathing heavily they clambered the steep hill to the restaurant. Green meadowsstretched across the valley, a few houses at the foot of a bare hill crowned by the black silhouette of a church against thewhite snow fields of Kazbeg.Leist pointed at the church. "One of Georgia’s most celebrated l<strong>and</strong>marks: Mtatsminda Zameba Kazbegis. The HolyMountain of the Trinity at Kazbegi. Sometimes you should visit it in late July when the rhododendrons are blooming fromthe church right to the edge of the Ortisferi Glacier. The view of Kazbeg from there is exceptional, <strong>and</strong> the meadowssurrounding the church are covered with rare Caucasian gentians <strong>and</strong> primulas."The eatery was a cave far dirtier than <strong>Konrad</strong> had expected <strong>and</strong> full of smoke from the fire. They fled onto the terrace.With a sly smile at <strong>Konrad</strong>, Leist ordered fa meal or both of them in Georgian."This is going to be your introduction to Georgia! A test of your fortitude. Nowhere else but at Alaverdi in November canyou find such freshly made khashi. You absolutely must try it."<strong>Konrad</strong> was surprised by a simple bowl of clear broth served with thick, circular loaves of flatbread <strong>and</strong> a saucer ofchopped garlic. A few innocent looking bones <strong>and</strong> cartilages swam in the bowl. He tasted the first spoon <strong>and</strong> gagged.Leist gloated with laughter! The broth was revolting. Mutton leftovers seasoned with huge amounts of grated garlic.Not to spoil Leist’s pleasure, <strong>Konrad</strong> pulled himself together <strong>and</strong> bravely swallowed the soup. It did have an unexpectedlypleasant effect on his queasy stomach.<strong>Konrad</strong> shook himself. "Now I am a fully seasoned Georgian, reeking of garlic!" Leist, pleased with his experiment,grinned <strong>and</strong> patted <strong>Konrad</strong> on the back: "Rost, you are a splendid fellow!"For a while the road was passable. They skirted a fortified village, Sioni, with a watchtower <strong>and</strong> an old basilica on a steeppromontory in a large, barren mountain bowl. Behind Kobi, a village populated by long-legged, black pigs <strong>and</strong> peoplewho looked like robbers, the road became much worse.In a desolate scree of red rocks the road deteriorated into a washboard of rivulets fed from the last snowfields on theslopes. Primitive wooden galleries, supposed to protect the road from avalanches, which had half collapsed during thewinter forced them into often hair-raising maneuvers.8
Deep snow still covered Djvari Pass, the Pass of the Cross, the road a narrow, washed-out riverbed between snow wallsas tall as a man.Right <strong>and</strong> left sheep w<strong>and</strong>ered single file across the snowfields, the low sun projecting a fantastic shadow play of animals<strong>and</strong> riders onto the white hillsides.As the sun disappeared the temperature dropped rapidly to below freezing. The travelers huddled around the open fire inthe smoke-filled room of the hospice <strong>and</strong> warmed themselves with raki <strong>and</strong> tea. A miserable night. No privacy, they slepton the hard benches along the black walls under filthy blankets that smelled of grease, smoke, <strong>and</strong> sheep.Next morning the world was frozen. Braving the cold <strong>Konrad</strong> <strong>and</strong> Leist watched the sun rise from the balcony. Thehospice hung precariously at the edge of a valley. Thick fog boiled below. Wind-blown clouds drifted past the house.Occasionally they caught a glimpse of the high snowfields to the east. And then a sudden gust ripped the clouds away<strong>and</strong> revealed a steep mountainside down which the road wound in precipitous hairpins to the bridge at Mleti.The wind stopped. A complete calm under a cold sun.The opposite slope of the valley was rutted by snow-filled, deeply eroded ravines, bare except for a shimmer of fresh,green, spring grass. At the bottom the ruins of an ancient watchtower rose from the fog. A few houses, gardens withblooming fruit trees. A thin, striated layer of clouds remained, hovering suspended halfway above the valley."If one were to take a photograph from here," <strong>Konrad</strong> observed, "one would immediately recognize the picture as taken inthe Caucasus. But why I couldn’t explain."Leist stroked his beard while he considered <strong>Konrad</strong>’s remark. "You are right, it is because we are at the border betweenthe arid northern slopes of the range <strong>and</strong> the green, fertile valleys to the south. The high, northern slopes are bare <strong>and</strong>look, down there the orchards are blooming, <strong>and</strong> a few hours farther south they are raising two crops a year. Anotherphenomenon typical of the Caucasus are the sun-warmed inversion layers above the cold air in the valleys on whichthese unique cloud striations float.""Since yesterday," said <strong>Konrad</strong>, "I have the uncertain feeling that I have crossed the border of Europe.""Nonsense. You will see that the Georgians <strong>and</strong> their culture are more European than their most holy Christian protectorsto the north. Christianity <strong>and</strong> literacy came to Georgia five hundred years before anyone in Russia was able to recite thealphabet. The early Russian churches in Vladimir were built by craftsmen from Georgia in the eleventh century whilsthere the earliest churches date from the fifth century, older than any in Germany. No, Rost, the border of Europe is at theAraxes."<strong>Konrad</strong> smiled, pleased that he had succeeded in arousing his friend’s emotions despite the cold of the morning."Forgive my ignorance, Leist, it will soon be corrected!"The carriage rumbled down the steep bends in the road. Sometimes <strong>Konrad</strong> felt that only the thous<strong>and</strong>s of sheep keptthe carriage from tumbling over the edge into the foaming Aragvi river. The Armenian lady, dizzy from looking into theprecipice, asked to exchange places with Leist.With every turn of the road it became warmer, <strong>and</strong> after a few hours they were rolling through thick deciduous woodscovering the Caucasian foothills. They passed increasingly luxuriant st<strong>and</strong>s of dark rock oaks, light green beeches, <strong>and</strong>later tall chestnuts <strong>and</strong> wild cherries. Touched by nostalgia <strong>Konrad</strong> remembered his hikes in his beloved southern BlackForest.They reached Tiflis after dark. With a congenial gesture <strong>and</strong> a laugh Leist said, "Rost, may I invite you to share myapartment. I like your company, <strong>and</strong> there is plenty of room for the two of us."Leist’s apartment was a simple but comfortable place on the second floor of a wooden house high above town on theslopes of Mount St. David. It had two rooms, a large kitchen, two spacious balconies, <strong>and</strong> an outhouse, but no bath."Oh, one doesn’t need that," said Leist with a dismissive sweep of his h<strong>and</strong>. "I will introduce you to the Turkish bath, it ismuch preferable to a zinc tub of hot water in the kitchen!"Next day Leist took <strong>Konrad</strong> to meet the professors at the Gymnasium. <strong>Konrad</strong>’s new colleagues were very relaxed. Theydiscussed his courses with him for an hour. He would give an introduction to chemistry <strong>and</strong> an upper-division seminardevoted to the botany of the Caucasian flora, eight hours a week. He had taught these courses before in St. Petersburg,<strong>and</strong> his students would be more docile than in the restless capital. There was no rush, the semester <strong>and</strong> his teachingduties wouldn’t begin for two weeks, until then he should take it easy <strong>and</strong> acquaint himself with the colorful life of Tiflis.However, the arrival of their new colleague from Berlin called for a celebration. The good professors decided to have agr<strong>and</strong> feast in Ortachala without their women. To their amusement, Leist wagged a finger at <strong>Konrad</strong> <strong>and</strong> smiledmysteriously. "This will be your Georgian entrance examination, Rost!"Life with Leist was casual. He made no special efforts to host <strong>Konrad</strong>; he gave him the guestroom <strong>and</strong> generally left himto himself.Often his host disappeared at night, only to resurface, rumpled <strong>and</strong> worn out in the morning, from some overnight exploit,which Leist did not elaborate on <strong>and</strong> <strong>Konrad</strong> never asked about. After these disappearances Leist slept through much ofthe day.<strong>Konrad</strong> ate out or prepared his own food in the kitchen, unless Leist scrambled up the hill carrying sacks of vegetables,walnuts, a chicken or some lamb, bottles of wine, <strong>and</strong> fruit for desert.9
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