Frozen children’s fingers, a house without heat, and a father who earns his living among graves.

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Elina’s tiny fingers were red and swollen. The cold had taken away all feeling in them. 

Her mother tries to warm the little girl’s hands near the only heater in the house – one that is fueled with dung. Yes, you heard that right – dung. That’s how people keep warm here. It’s not a choice. It’s the only way not to freeze to death. Firewood is a luxury this family simply cannot afford.

Her little fingers were frozen… but she tried hard not to let the “strange aunt” notice. Can this really be called life – when warm winter gloves are an impossible dream for a child?  No, this is not life. It is a struggle to exist.  A struggle to survive.

We are now visiting the Mikoyan family. The photo on the right shows their home. A house where the cold creeps in from every corner.

Dear friends, you may think that at least in their sleep these unhappy children find comfort – that they dream bright, colorful dreams. Ah… cruel irony. Even their dreams are not colorful.  Do you know why? Because they have no beds. No fluffy blankets. No warm mattresses. That is why, instead of sweet dreams, their sleep is filled with nightmares.

This sweet boy is only eight years old, yet his eyes already tell a story of a childhood lost far too early. How many children has cursed poverty robbed of their childhood? Who can even count? Sometimes I think of only one thing: how does the Earth – burdened with so much injustice – keep spinning at all?

In this house, no one fully undresses. No one walks barefoot. It is always cold here – even during the day.

Elina’s father comes home in silence. His name is Shalva. He always wears the same jacket, soaked with dampness, earth, and something heavy – something that can never be washed away.

It is not the smell of work. It is the smell of a place where someone’s story ends every single day. Shalva works at a cemetery. He takes out the trash. Old wreaths. Wilted flowers. The remains of other people’s farewells. 

While others weep at graves, Shalva is tormented by the fact that the money he earns there is not enough even to feed his children.

On the couch sits the grandmother. Susanna. Seventy-two years old. Her legs are in casts. Metal lies beneath the plaster. She cannot walk.  Sometimes she just watches the children. For a long time. In silence. 

That is how people look when they feel guilty for being unable to give more than an empty house and cold.

Armenuhi, Elina’s mother, sits without changing her position. Standing for long is difficult for her. Without medication, she cannot walk. Her arms and legs swell, her body no longer obeys her. She does not talk about pain. She lives with it.

Sometimes she feels as if she is falling apart. But she cannot stop. The children are watching.

In this house, children do not run. They do not make noise.
They do not demand anything. They understand: when adults are struggling, you must be quiet.

This family is asking for warm clothing for the children. For food. For basic things that make life a little less cold. Not because they want more – but because living like this is impossible.

As we were leaving, I looked at Elina one last time. She stood by the house, pressing her hands to her chest.

And I thought about the most terrifying thing of all: when a child’s fingers freeze not because of the cold, but because of poverty. This is not an extreme case. This is not an exception. This is life – quiet, unseen – in homes where warmth comes from burning dung, and children cry not from caprice, but because they can no longer feel their fingers. And if we do not speak for them, they will remain in this cold.

If you are willing to visit them and help them in person, here is her address: Akhalkhalaki Municipality, village Bozali 

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