“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!”

“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.

Anastasia has had a sore throat for the second week now. She no longer has the strength to even cry. Swallowing and chewing hurt her. Even drinking water hurts.
Anastsia (6-year-old): Look, it’s like I have fire and knives in there. As if someone walks there and bites me. I can’t stand this pain anymore, even talking hurts me.
Ilina: Is this life? I can’t take my child to the doctor: there is no money either for a doctor or for transport. The neighbors said they would raise money and help us. God, not the kids! I am ready to get sick myself, not to eat myself, but the children… They suffer so much.

Three-year-old Anastasia falls into tantrums when she hears that it is time to sleep. She begs her mother not to put her to bed, because what she fears the most in the world is not the evil wolf, or the monster, but her own bed. “There is something with teeth that bites me. And then I cry a lot, a lot” the baby tells us and points to the bed with horror.

“Do you know what I dream about the most? So that we have plenty of food to get big and strong. Then I will workout hard, I will become “five-hundred-weight” and I will be able to overcome everyone who is now offending me and my sister. I can’t do it now. Look how weak I am. All the children can call me names and even hit me on the head, but I can’t even answer them. And they also offend Ani, they say that she is ugly. And I can’t even stand up for her. And I couldn’t do it for my mother … – six-year-old Giorgi tells us about his difficult childhood fate through tears and adds sighing: “I want to grow up faster.”

Ten-year-old Gigi loves ice-cream the most. He has eaten it just few times in his life, but he sees it in his dreams. “Sometimes I think I love it more than my mom,” – sys Gigi and hides his eyes. He is embarrassed because of comparing his favorite yummy with the person he loves the most. But what to do? Children can’t pretend and lie.