No, friends , this is our Georgia! And our children. However, they sleep on mattresses on which many people died in agony... in hospitals... And then this rot was thrown into the landfill.
God, please make it so that it doesn't rain... the roof won't stand another rain...
God, make it so that the wind doesn't blow... the cellophane in the windows will tear and our hands and feet will freeze...
God give us bread and clean water... give us something delicious...
God, I hate the sky! When it's not blue, when it's visible through the cracks...
God I hate myself... and I hate my life... do something, God!
This new 21st century children's prayer! Prayer, that no one heard and hardly who will ever hear... After all, the children exist, but no one knows about their existence... Maybe someone knows, but nobody cares...
In the outskirts of the city there is a dump... This dump is the only hope to survive for many people...
Tziala: I'm 27 years old, and my husband is 30. We have 3 children. If there is no help from other people we will simply die in this hole and no one will recall us. Maybe this is for the better, as there will be less hungry people and less burden for state (cries).
– How did you end up in these ruins?
Tziala: Before my husband got sick, we lived in a rented apartment. We have nothing of our own, not even a spoon. Things did not work for us...
My husband worked. We are simple, hardworking people. We never aimed for office work or big earnings. My husband worked as a labourer, lugging things... so the kids could have lunch and we could pay our rent. He worked day and night... That's what killed him. He did not take proper care of himself, and that was the result... Because of constant dragging of weights, his stomach burst (Note: gastric ulcer started bleeding)... We barely saved him. Thank God he didn't take the father away from the children. As a result, we were kicked out of the apartment for non-payment.
– Why did you settle here? There's not a single whole wall here.
Tziala: When my husband could not work, we went to landfills, collected scrap metal and bottles. We found these buildings near one of their dumps. They are either unfinished, or already collapsed... And when we had nowhere to live, we settled here. This at least creates the appearance of a "roof over your head".
– It is too far from the settlement. How do the children go to school?
Tziala: Oh, what kind of school... The elder children still go to school somehow. I did not manage to place the youngest daughter to the same school with the older children, and I cannot take her to another one which is so far away! Spending money on transport is like taking a piece of bread out of the children's mouths... And there are days when we don't have any bread.
– Tziala, how are you holding up?
Tziala: Only faith in God keeps us on this earth. Only the hope that tomorrow will be better than yesterday... When I tell them that with God's help everything will be fine-they believe God and know that everything will be so.
– And how did you imagine your life after marriage?
Tziala: You know, I did not think about it. As far as neither he nor I had anything of our own, we always dreamt of a small room in which the roof would not leak and with no rats crawling inside through the holes. This was our common dream! I wanted to make a cozy nest for the children... But I went to Hell! Poor children! God will surely reward them!
– Unfortunately, the children do not want to communicate with us, can you tell us about them?
Tziala: Oh, you said it. They are very shy... Sometimes they even ask me: "Mom, why did you give birth to us? And what have we done so wrong that God has punished us so?"... (crying)
– Please don't cry...
Tziala: Rihanna is 10. I named her after the singer! I wanted her to have the same star life. She doesn't talk to strangers at all. She's afraid of being laughed at for being poor. George is 9 years old. He has spinal and respiratory problems. But I couldn't take him to the doctor. There is no money for the road. Vika is 6. She also has a curvature of the spine.
– How do you manage to survive in such conditions?
Tziala: (crying) I can't even say that we have a roof over our heads, I can't even say that we live in four walls. There is no whole wall, no water, no gas, no light, not even a toilet. The furniture you see here is all from the dump. My husband assembled beds of boards, and mattresses were picked up near the hospital. They threw away the mattresses – and we took them. It was very hard to imagine sick people lying on them, dying on them... and now I'm laying children on them... But what can you do, it's better than sleeping on a concrete floor.
– Since the children do not speak to us, what do they dream of?
Tziala: Rihanna and George dream of a bicycle, I know that for sure. Little Vika approached her mom and whispered something in her ear and ran out of the room. She stood behind the curtain and watched...
Tziala: Vika told me she wanted a house.
Vika: No, you're not saying it right. I don't want it for us, I know it is impossible. I want a dollhouse. They will have a house and I will imagine that I live with them!
– What do you think will happen when we write about your family and people find out about your problems?
Tziala: Whatever happens, the main thing is that I am not deprived of parental rights! I believe, I hope, that someone, with God's help, will help!
– Reach out to our readers! Entire Georgia reads us!
Tziala: I don't know what to ask, at this point we need food... We need beds. We need clothes. Dear people, please, help my kids. It is not their fault that they live in such conditions. They didn't choose it... They didn't choose their parents. I hope for your concern, I hope my children will become close to you. I hope you share a piece of bread with us. We don't ask for much – we need our daily bread to survive, not to die.
Friends, the Chernovetskyi Charity Fund launches a campaign: "Give life to the children of Georgia" and we open this Charitable campaign by raising funds for the Tumanishvili family. And we do not intend to stop at one-time assistance. These beautiful children have to live. After all, they are the bearers of the proudest nation on earth – Georgians!
To survive, the family is in dire need of food, hygiene products, medicines for children, furniture, clothes and household appliances! These Georgian children should become ours. After all, hungry children are the pain of our entire Georgian society!
Help them survive, help children to have a chance to study at school. Dress and shoe them and always do so! Consider them your own children. After all, so it is in fact. There can't be other people's children in Georgia!
And even better, call Tziala, learn their urgent needs and cheer up this family! You can personally provide assistance to this family, and God will bless you. And be sure to repost our publication. Let all your friends know about the grief of this family! It is very important.
Donot scold her and her husband! God gives us the opportunity to take care of people who are not able to do it themselves. Not all people are the same. And not everyone is as kind as we are.
Please, do not pass aside the sorrow of others! Unhappy people are given to us from above so that we can prove our faith to the Almighty not in words but in deeds!
Friends, there is one more request, if you know about the misfortune of a neighbor or friend, do a Charitable deed, write to us by e-mail: email@example.com.
Here's their contact number: 574 008963 (Tziala) Address: Rustavi Highway.
Our Fund account GE15TB7194336080100003, GE42LB0115113036665000 or GE64BG0000000470458000 (purpose: Tumanishvili family). You can also transfer money from our website.
You can as well transfer money from the terminals of Nova Technology, TBCpay and ExpressPay. Find our Fund in "Charity" section. (You can learn about the additional rights and obligations of the Fund by following the link https://goo.gl/GY2Gus).
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