“I open my eyes, but I don’t know whether I am awake or still sleeping... If it’s dark around, scary and it hurts - it means I woke up. If it is a sunny day and I am walking in Tbilisi - it means I am sleeping and it’s a dream”.

The gray walls covered with mold got rotten from dampness... Sometimes it seems like that dampness is caused by tears. Because everyone here cries - of pain, hopelessness, helplessness...

“I wonder what my neighbors will say when they see that my house is collapsing, and I am lying under the rubble? They will probably say: "What a pity for her, poor woman ... God forbid anyone such a fate!" Or maybe no one will remember me... Maybe they will say: "Poor woman will rest in the afterlife... It was so hard for her here!" 62-year-old Eteri says - she is barely moving and has shortness of breath. “Let me show you my estates, - she tries to joke. - Look, that’s where I live, or rather, I do not live, but wait for death to take me.”

“Because it's cold here, like outside! – Manana, the old lady (68 years old), cries bitterly. - There is no light, no water, no gas in my hut, I live like a primitive... " It is hard to believe that a person can live in this plywood building, on the very outskirts of the city. There is not even a sign of amenities here. It took a lot for the Fund employees to find this terrible barn, to which there was not even a track!

“Well, I used to get under fire when shells exploded next to me; my baby daughter died, and my big and healthy son died too ... I never thought that I would live so long, that I would have to fix my glasses with a scotch tape ... I never thought that I would hardly hear my own daughter. But I can’t complain, I'm 97! It’s quite a lot! Dear, age is just numbers! I have a scout’s heart. And a human gets used to everything." She went through terrible things in her life: war, bloody mess; she survived her husband’s beating; her two children died... The terrible story of her life has almost been written, but, dear friends, God gives us a chance to write our own ending.

"I do my best to survive!" - says 58-year-old Madonna. She's eking a meager living out... Cold, hunger and hellish pains torment the unfortunate woman and don't let her rest. The exhausted woman lives in a damp, cold tiny room 9 steps in length. It fits only one bed. Even we, experienced Fund employees, got horrified, when we entered her house - a tiny damp cold room, where she had to huddle.

Every morning 90-year-old Giorgi opens his eyes, and tries to understand whether he is still alive or already in a coffin. He is completely blind. A terrible cold is around him, as in the grave! A living person is buried alive ... And there is no one, no one nearby! Can we pass by the enormous human grief of an old man who could be the grandfather of our children? “I don’t want to die blind. Help me to see the sun at least once! I will definitely tell the Lord about it later! "