"Gaumer joba," said the biggest, "Hello" in a voice is so deep that it vibrated in the floor beneath my feet. The singers from the Ensemble Tbilisi, masters of traditional Georgian song, had arrived. As soon as the first toast had been drunk, they burst out singing.
I had never heard such astonishing music. If a mountain were to open its throat and sing, it might ring out like this - so wild and deep and resonant. They sang for a long time, and when I lay down to sleep, the music still sounded in my ears.