For a month and a half, he has been operated on for 18 times, 18 time he got anesthesia... His lungs were cut out piece by piece: first one, then another. Now he has a quarter of his lung left. He survived 18 deaths. He's alive now. But he doesn’t have much time left. He knows about it, and his mom and dad know... You have to be very strong to live with that.

Mom Irine and her three children - 12-year-old Saba, 10-year-old Togo and 2-year-old Mariam - live in unbearable conditions. The rotten walls of the shack are covered with mold, which floats in the air and then settles in the lungs. All their time the kids are in this room, breathing this air, stumbling over holes in the rotten floor. What will happen to their health? It's scary to even think about it. But that’s not their only problem.

Vaziani. People move here when everything goes too bad and you need some place to live, when you need to have just a roof over head. Zhanna and her two little daughters found themselves here, on the edge of life. Luck of love brought her here.

"Mommy, help me! Mommy, I'm dying! - Eka whispers through her teeth - she is no longer even able to scream... - I'm already dead, mom, am I in hell? Oh God, why does it hurt so much?" The poor girl bites her lip to the blood, squeezes her mother's hand tight, and her eyes rain tears.

Gogi's mother, Mari Khakhalashvili, gave her son a life twice: the first time when she gave birth to him, and the second when, losing consciousness from grief, she found the strength to save his life while he was dying on the surgical table!

“I always wear someone’s old clothes - I have no other. It is disgusting, but my mother cannot buy me anything new... Ma’am, you know - we are poor!" - 11-year-old Carlo addresses me with these words. He shyly lowers his eyes, where one can see hurt and sadness, as if the boy had matured ahead of time, having understood that life is unfair.