11 a.m. local time (7 a.m. GMT)
My morning starts as usual. The first thing I do after getting up is go to the balcony and look up at the sky. No planes or helicopters; below just the bustling street with buses and cars and open shops.
After breakfast, I went to the port to have a look around. Just outside the entrance, there is a small church, built a few years ago for sailors and port workers. The church was deserted apart from an old lady selling candles. She told me that very few people have visited the church in the last few weeks. I lit a candle and left.
I don't have a pass to enter the port, but the security official looked around to see if anyone was watching us, and then waved me on, telling me not to go far.
There was a newly arrived ship with a huge load of Russian-made Niva cars. I tried to find out which company is importing the delivery, but apparently the information is confidential. The number of ships is increasing now -- more and more ships, more and more cargo.
A port official told me that illegal fishing has increased since the war began -- but there is not enough manpower or time to deal with it. Maybe that's why the "kefal " (flathead mullet) that Poti is famous for is still in the markets and restaurants.
The sea is very calm and quiet; almost as if it hasn't noticed the surrounding tension.