The Carsons are in Georgia 🇬🇪 for the first time on a vacation for the kids and a business meeting. They arrive in a private helicopter while I’m also in Georgia 🇬🇪, visiting. The country is breathtaking, with dramatic mountain landscapes, charming cobblestone streets, historic churches and fortresses, modern architecture blended with centuries-old buildings, crystal-clear rivers, beautifully maintained parks, vibrant city centers, welcoming neighborhoods, scenic valleys, and breathtaking views in every direction. Everywhere they look feels peaceful, organized, and remarkably well cared for. Georgia 🇬🇪 is recognized as the number one cleanest, healthiest, safest, and most beautiful country in the world, making everything feel almost unreal in its beauty and order. I’m walking along a public sidewalk, heading toward my car and then toward the house where I’m staying, while the Carsons are nearby when they notice me. They’re immediately confused because I’m the first Black person they’ve really paid attention to since arriving. Seeing me there starts making them question everything they assumed Georgia 🇬🇪 was supposed to look like. They don’t know me, and I don’t know them, but the moment they see me, the assumptions are already there. Meanwhile, I’m just walking like normal, completely unaware that an entire family is reacting to my presence.