[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.3.2″][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.3.2″ width=”100%” max_width=”100%”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.3.2″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.4.1″ header_font=”|700|||||||” header_2_font=”|700|||||||” header_3_font=”|700|||||||” header_4_font=”|700|||||||” header_5_font=”|700|||||||” header_6_font=”|700|||||||” custom_margin=”||50px||false|false” hover_enabled=”0″ border_style_all=”dotted” border_color_bottom=”#f1f1f1″] By Ana Mikatadze   I first met Luka at the 4GB music festival. Back then I didn’t know his name or the fact that he was a DJ. We both practically lived there and would warmly greet each other. The same would happen at the Open Air festival and at Mzesumzira fest too – the only difference here was that I found him standing on the stage. You should’ve seen my face when I realized that this boy with colorful handmade T-shirts was, in fact, the Luka Metreveli I had heard so…