Currently filming for the film-documentary Gaumarjos, pour la Victoire directed by Mia Franzosi and written by Aurore Hurstel.
Produced by Artline Films.
Produced by Artline Films.
"გაუმარჯოს, For Victory"
It is the cry from the heart of a people who never yield. Always standing, even when the winds rage. Always there, on the edge of the sky. Always alive. The day Tusheti entered our lives, everything changed. This mountain land, inhabited by men and women of few words but immense truth, conquered us.
Their gaze, their silence, their laughter, their way of being in the world taught us how to live, to love, to trust.
They showed us that freedom is not a word, but a breath. It lives in the morning dust, in the whinny of a horse, in the hands that work the wool, in the bodies that walk together, in the faith that cannot be explained—it is always there. One look is enough, and all the love in the world flows between us. The things we once thought important no longer are, and what once seemed trivial becomes essential.
This film is for all those who live in the wind, in the dust, in the light—to say thank you.
After a first film in Madagascar, about the Vezo, a semi-nomadic people—there, by the sea. Now, here in the mountains. Two peoples reminding us that to live simply may be to live fully.
The film will follow Beso, a young Tushetian living in Marseille, who, through a journey back to Tusheti, rediscovers his roots, his land, his reason to live. From Marseille to Tusheti, from the sea to the sky—it is a journey toward freedom, a journey to the essential.
We will film the great transhumance: three days across the desert, three days to cross a mountain pass, then the descent toward Omalo, where the world begins.
For months, in their village—through summer and winter—we will share their daily lives, their gestures, their silences. The film will be built with them: they will be its beating heart, its co-authors, its witnesses. Every decision will be made together, because there, nothing is done alone.
Tusheti is a world apart. A road open only four months a year. Valleys where snow isolates, where men become shepherds, blacksmiths, horsemen, poets.
A demanding life—harsh, yet full. There, nothing is artificial.
We do not use time; we live at its pace.
We do not fight against nature; we live with it.
It is a school of truth.
Which life is truly ahead—the one of cities, screens, and speed? Or the one of slowness and silence?
By accepting the limits imposed by time and nature, they cease to be mere consumers and become creators.
This film is a love letter.
A letter to those who welcomed, protected, and inspired us. To the men and women who live fully.
To Beso, to Temo, to Plato, to Lasha, to all the Tush people.
To their land, their horses, their prayers carried by the wind.
This film belongs to them.
And this is our promise: that their freedom, their strength, their beauty will never be forgotten.
Gaumarjos, For Victory.
For them.
For life.
