Zezva Chichinadze, a childhood immigrant of Georgia, sits on the couch in a single bedroom flat in London that he hasn’t left for three months. Drenched in sweat, he’s clutching a folder that recounts the truth behind his demise.
So begins Zezva’s remarkable account of his twelve-day journey into oblivion.
The Houses of Parliament, Square Mile, subterranean cafés, nightclubs, police cells and sexual disease clinics provide the backdrop to this tragicomedy.
Challenging misfit or visionary? Zezva's story is a crackling wake-up call to those auto-tracking through life on the path of least resistance.
So begins Zezva’s remarkable account of his twelve-day journey into oblivion.
The Houses of Parliament, Square Mile, subterranean cafés, nightclubs, police cells and sexual disease clinics provide the backdrop to this tragicomedy.
Challenging misfit or visionary? Zezva's story is a crackling wake-up call to those auto-tracking through life on the path of least resistance.
