“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!

“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.