For three months now, Ketevan and her children have been sifting through ashes, hoping to find even a spoon or a plate that survived the fire, but alas, the fire consumed everything! In February 2023, a single spark left the Maziashvili family homeless, adding more problems to their already chaotic lives. Six people were left on the streets. All that remains from their once bitter life are charred walls and ashes…

“You know how bad it is when hunger grips your stomach! We’re always hungry, and we live very poorly. And Mom doesn’t have the money to buy us even one candy to share. We only buy bread. Bread for lunch, bread before bed…soon we’ll start looking like loaves ourselves,” little Andria giggles, not realizing there’s nothing funny about his words. And he wonders why Mom starts crying at such a funny joke…but what else can a desperate mother do when she can’t feed her children? When they ask God to turn a piece of bread into something tasty? “You can do that, right?” Andria looks naively at the sky and shows his bread to God. “Turn my bread into meat!”

“Mom, I’m hungry!” – desperate cries of little Fatima are heard. “Mum, Nedjo is having seizure again!” – Ramazan yells. Nedjo writhes on the floor. Such horrible convulsions happen to the poor child almost every day. “Mum, Mariam ran out of diapers!” – Tsiala is looking for diapers for her sister… At this moment, mom Elene covers her ears with her hands and just wants to jump out of the window and disappear, escaping from the problems that are falling from all sides! But no! She can’t do that! Although she has health problems herself, she will never do that! She is a single mother. If she’s gone, what then? What will happen to her angels then? What will happen to little Nedjo? He will completely lose his mind! What will happen to little blue-eyed Mariam, who has just learned to walk and now constantly calls for mommy… Or to Tsiala, or Ramazan, or Fatima – the smartest and most talented one? Children don’t know when their birthday is. They don’t even know what these words mean.They

One-year-old Ani is burning with a fever, and her mother doesn’t have a thermometer or any medicine to relieve her daughter’s suffering. Ani has a fever, but they can’t take her temperature and there are no medications at home. There is only one way out: to call an ambulance or wait for the neighbors to wake up and ask them for fever-reducing medication.

Natia: There are a lot of us. My husband, our six children, and I can barely fit in this tiny house. And we have nowhere else to go. When they find out that we have so many children, everyone shrugs us off – as if they see cockroaches. If I lived in another country, they would probably give me a diploma for having 10 children! It’s not easy raising kids for Georgia. No one appreciates us, no one cares. They give us an allowance and they think that’s enough. We don’t even have our own house.

For Keti, Mate, Anastasia and 2-year-old Mariam, their dearest mother is their grandmother. Grandma is the most beloved person in the whole universe. “I would give my life so that the children were raised by their mother. Children need mother’s warmth. But what to do – they are afraid even to remember her, they follow me like chicks, when one of them hugs me, the rest run up to me too. Baby Mariam is in my arms all the time. The worst thing is – when a person is alive, but he does not exist anymore,” the grandmother of the children – Ketino – says, holding back her tears.