“The sentence to suffer to such single people like me is pronounced by those officials whose duty is to take care of the suffering! I am a citizen of Georgia and am proud of it! But my God, it hurts so much! I think that such an attitude towards people is unacceptable!

“Don’t tell it to my mother, but once my hand sank into there. I wanted to see if a boogeyman really lived there and whistled, or if it was just a crack in the wall. I put my hand in there, and something bit me!” – little Sophia drags me by the hand. She wants to show me some ominous hole in the wall. “But be careful! It can bite you too!”

“Don’t be afraid of me. I look like a horrible old woman from fairy tales, but I’m still young at heart Do you know how much torment and pain I saw during my life? In the end I could not stand it. I hunched over under their weight. I can barely walk. I don’t utter a word during the day. I am completely alone – there is no one to give me water, there is no one to complain to… “

The house where the large Makharashvili family lives is very old and is about to collapse. The roof leaks – it pours inside just like outside. Four-year-old Salome puts her tiny hands under the water flowing from the ceiling and tells us: “Watch how quickly they fill up. My house is crying. It will die soon. When it rains and winds at night, I don’t sleep because I’m afraid.”

Tamara: I have a tablet! I don’t even know who I should hug and kiss for this! Who to give thanks to! I don’t know their names, but I will pray for them with my mom! You see, it turns out God really does hear all prayers! They also brought me notebooks, pencils, felt-tip pens for school – lots of beautiful things I never had. I love you people! I only have one dream – I want to have enough money so I can make other children happy!

“If someone tells me that I don’t have a home and I’m a garage boy, I don’t talk to him. Because I’m an ordinary boy, I just live in a garage. I already fought with those who laughed at me. How can anyone who lives in an apartment building make fun of me because I live in a garage?!” asks eight-year-old Rezi. He lives with his sister, mother, and stepfather in the garage. Instead of falling asleep sweetly, he falls asleep to the loud barking of stray dogs, the sounds of fights, and the screams of drunkards. Before going to bed, you need to breathe air in reserve, because there is no window in the garage and it is stuffy in there, like in a torture chamber. And it’s dark and scary, and there’s not a drop of light.