By day, the physical university is a bustle of marble floors, echoey hallways, and the sharp click of heels on stairs. But by night, when the neon lights of the Batumi skyline reflect off the Black Sea like spilled jewelery, Moodle awakens. Its light is not a beacon of glamour, but of necessity.
A young woman named Nino works the night reception at a hotel on Rustaveli Avenue. At 2 AM, when the last tourist is asleep, she opens her laptop. The hotel Wi-Fi is weak, but moodle.bsu.edu.ge loads—slowly, faithfully. She watches a recording of "Georgian Literature of the 20th Century." The professor’s voice, digitized and slightly tinny, speaks of Tabidze and metaphor. Nino types her analysis into a text box. She submits it at 2:47 AM. moodle.bsu.edu.ge
Then, 2020. The pandemic.