“I feel neither good, nor bad. I feel nothing. My only son and husband lie motionless in the cold earth of the cemetery… and here I am within these four walls,” whispers Grandma Lamara barely audibly, wiping her dry eyes. Not a single tear has been left in 17 years – she’s cried it all out. She cries, crying from within, shrouded in darkness. She wants to die, to be near those she has lost, but death seems to avoid her, and condemns her to endless torment.

In 2017, 64-year-old Tiniko had a cancerous tumor removed from her bladder, but no money was left for follow-up checkups or tests for the poor woman! Instead, they gave her construction materials so she wouldn’t die early under the ruins of her house—a house worse and more terrifying than anything we’ve seen in all our years of work! Oh, and they gave her 50 lari a month to live on! Just look at this crooked shack, standing on rotten beams. Now imagine, for a second, this elderly woman being tasked with rebuilding her house. Such care, right? Oh Lord, Lord, don’t judge harshly those who do not know you! Read this post to the end, and feel this tragedy with your heart, kind people!