Seizures twist his arms and legs so that they can break and the mother embraces her son and holds him tightly not to let that happen. They can sit for hours like this. Mom shakes him and tries to stop her son's groans and crying with her songs, but this does not always help. Mom also starts to cry, she feels how her son suffers, she feels his pain, but can do nothing to help him. Imagine how it is to watch your flesh and blood, the love of your life is dying in terrible throes!

6-year-old little Amiko greeted us with the words: “Mom is in pain, she is in pain all the time. She cries and thinks, I can't see. But I see everything, and quickly bring her pills.

He is only one year old, but he does not laugh, he only cries of hunger. Lord, what a horror! Hunger...not in wartime, but in peaceful Georgia!

We have nothing of our own. We sold everything we could sell to cure Tornike. We have been treating him for sixteen years.

"Dad died ... probably very soon, and we are behind him ..." - these words of the 12-year-old guy simply terrified us.

The girl is not a guy. And the face for the future mother and wife is almost the most important thing in life!

He was the rock of the large and friendly Arkhoshashvili family, which in an instant turned from the happiest into the most unhappy family in Georgia. “Grandpa, grandpa, does it hurt? Why aren't you playing with me? " - the wonderful four-year-old widget Goderdzi tries to talk to his dear grandfather and gently strokes his hand. He hangs around his grandfather's bed and still can't wait for an answer. But he knows from his beloved grandmother Ketino that his grandfather Nodari who is very sick, someday he will tell him a wonderful tale. Oh, he can’t wait...

“I like to go to kindergarten because there is food!” - says 5-year-old little beauty Tamar, looking into my eyes naively. This adorable little girl with celestial blue eyes was the first to rush out from this pitiful shack to greet us. Still quite a baby, she does not understand that her words tear one’s heart and bring tears in his eyes.

“Sometimes I dream that I'm walking again... Then I open my eyes and try to move my leg and arm. But nothing comes of it... It hurts when I realize that that was just a dream. And I get depressed. It feels like I became a hostage to my own body,” - says 31-year-old Goga Berishvili. The man’s eyes get wet. He tries to hide them, but you can hear despair in his every word.

They survive in unbearable conditions which are worse than in prison with 280 GEL for three persons per month.

“Sleep, my joy, sleep, I am close to you and will not let you go! I am here and will guard your sleep... My dear, my little girl... " - for 28 years now, a mother has been singing this song to her daughter to calm her down after attacks and seizures. For 28 years she has been holding and squeezing her hand tightly so that Mtvarisa felt that she is not left, that she is not alone. The only thing that connects her with this world is her mother's voice and her mother's hands ...

“Please! I'm a girl just like you... just wearing ugly clothes. It is difficult for me to walk, my legs hurt, and my back hurts, but I can endure it. Do you know what hurts the most? When they point at me and laugh at me. They tell me that they do not want to be friends with me, because my clothes are torn. Because I don't study as well as they do. Because it is difficult for me to walk. I endure it so as not to cry, but when I come home and no one sees me, I will bury myself in the pillow and cry."