This god-forsaken place is slowly taking us away
This god-forsaken place is slowly taking us away
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Eliso often goes into a coma - in simple terms, she almost dies, and each time it is more and more difficult for her to return to life! God forbid to experience this, my friends!
Lord, there's no way out from this nightmare! Torture can start at any moment. Eliso suffers terrible convulsions while she tries to call an ambulance. If she doesn't manage to call them, she will die. If the coma lasts more than half an hour and her son does not have time to get home, then...
This is just one of the nightmares... There are so many of them in the life of this family that you don’t know where to start from. When you leave the gloomy shed that serves as the home to Eliso and her son Mamuka and look around, you want to run away without looking back. There is the cemetery on one side. And the slaughterhouse on the other side. Every day, Eliso sees the earth red with blood, hears the death cries of animals and covers her ears so as not to go crazy. Eliso Peikrishvili and her son are the only residents in this area, where it would never occur to anyone to live without electricity, gas and water. With the dead next door. With snakes. In dampness, hunger, barely fighting off sores. This is what a dire need looks like!
- Eliso, I can only guess what happened to you. Probably something very bad, since you settled here.
Eliso: It's good that you came. If I suddenly get bad, please call an ambulance. I'm not afraid now.
- Don’t worry! Here's the phone. I will have time to dial.
Eliso: All because of my illness. We sold a house in Kakheti, in Tokhliauri. I needed money for my operation. And we were left without a roof. We were told about this abandoned building. It was used by shepherds before - they slaughtered sheep here. We have lived here for thirteen years. This building is not registered in our name. It belongs to the railroad.
The door to the room is open most of the time. This is at least some source of air and light! Stray dogs and rats run into the house, and it is full of snakes in the summer
All things we own are the things that people gave us. We found these beds at a landfill, we repaired them a little. It is very cold to sleep on them, we have only sheets, no mattresses. This house took all the health from my son and me. Thee of us used to live here. My husband is gone. He worried so much that he died of laryngeal cancer five years ago. This situation and my health problems killed him.
At first, Eliso and her son lived in a kiosk on the left, then they let them live in a den on the right. This house stands on a sheep burial ground. There is a terrible stench in this den in the summer.
Eliso's house is located at the sheep market and slaughterhouse.
- What operation did you need?
Eliso: I was operated on for a toxic goiter and had my parathyroid glands removed by mistake. A person can do nothing without them. They regulate the level of calcium in the body. And that's it, since then I don't belong to myself. I depend on epilepsy like a puppet. At any time, a seizure may begin, and I may fall into a coma. I have been living like this since 2010. The pills do not help, I take them more out of fear. I can't do without an ambulance. I flutter, I have jaw cramps, then I fall unconscious. It also happens when I sleep. Pretty often, maybe once or twice a day.
So far, it has not happened that I have been unconscious for more than half an hour. The son does not go far. But if I will be in a coma for two hours, then I will go to the next world. That's it. Before, when I was still walking on my own, I often fell unconscious in buses, minibuses. Passengers called an ambulance for me. I haven't been going anywhere for five years.
- Didn’t you file a complaint against that doctor?
Eliso: To file complaints, you need to be well connected, you need to have a person who will intercede for you. We don’t have that. And the doctor was old, I took pity on him. But he admitted that it was a medical error.
It’s not the only problem, unfortunately. I have many different illnesses: my heart is sick, I suffered two heart attacks. I am constantly out of breath. They often take me to the hospital where they give me an oxygen. I have a hernia on my spine, blood clots in my legs. I am happy that I can go to the toilet myself. My route is always the same: hospital - home - hospital.
Chairs from the landfill. The rest of the things are also picked up somewhere or donated by people.
- I look around and go crazy. You have nothing here: no water, no light, no gas. You stay in the dark at night?
Eliso: Power is supplied to us unofficially, for half an hour a day. We have it from the workshop at the cemetery - they took pity on us. When they need power, we don't have electricity. When they don’t need it, I can charge my phone or watch TV a little. Sometimes it happened that the ambulance gave me an injection of calcium by the light of a lighter. We can't pay rent, so we live like this.
Electricity from the cemetery comes for half an hour a day.
- It’s so creepy here, and when you have no light...
Eliso: You can be as afraid as you want to, but there is nowhere else to go. Sometimes it seems that we already live in the next world. Previously, we could not even get water nearby. I had to go to the bus stop, people live there. Only three years ago shepherds made a water-piping in this area. My son collects water in plastic bottles. I bathe once a month when my daughter takes me to her place. (Waves her hand.)
The stove smokes a lot. It does not heat and is not suitable for cooking.
There is also a livestock market every day - they sell sheep and slaughter them. It is hard to watch. There is a sea of blood, the entire ground gets red. Lamb heads are here and there, then they put them into a container, and leave like this in the sun. Even one day at the slaughterhouse will shock anyone. And I've been watching that for 13 years. It’s a bad, deadly place.
They bring water from the yard, and store it in bottles. Bathing is out of the question
- Does your son work anywhere? Or do you need constant supervision?
Eliso: My son is a very sick person. He wouldn't talk about it himself. But I'll tell you. He has HIV. Yes. He got infected in prison when they gave him an injection. Probably, you understand now how many problems we have?!
Mamuka has water in his lungs. He needs to be operated on his heart - they must implant some device to him. I forgot its name, the scatterbrain. His legs get swollen, and his stomach swells - it is caused by the heart. He has problems with his liver. He needs to be operated on his gallbladder. And he is stalling, he is afraid, and he gets worse.
My Mamuka has been unlucky since childhood. At the age of three, he accidentally stuck a knife in his eye. Nothing helped to save his eye. He was operated on three times. He can't see with one eye.
The maximum that he can do now is earn 5-10 GEL. Helping the shepherds. He doesn't get far because of me. I dreamed and wished him a completely different life. I wanted him to be happy.
He is a musician - a drummer. He used to play at weddings. That's what prison did to him. Some time ago, people were punished for collecting scrap metal, so Mamuka was imprisoned.
- How do you live, what do you hope for? Does the state help you in any manner?
Eliso: Mamuka and I are on the homeless people database. I appealed to the City Hall a long time ago, in 2005, and to the Administration too. Now I've written them again. Maybe there will be something for us?
I take 15 different drugs, and Mamuka takes 7. Only my medications cost 500 GEL per month. Fortunately, the local authorities pay for that, and I don’t have to worry at least about that.
People take pity on us and help us. I feel that they do that from the bottom of their heart. You can't survive on the 120 GEL social allowance. My husband and I used to be parishioners of the Church of John the Baptist. I always went there as long as I could. When I disappeared, Father Revaz and Father Vakhtang started asking others and found us. God bless them, they bring us food. The clothes I have - they brought from the church.
I have nothing to cook food on. I have no stove, and I have no strength. We eat cold food. This wood-burning stove only brings us trouble. When the wind blows our room gets full of smoke. Instead of warming up, we air the room all the time so as not to suffocate. In the summer it is unbearably hot here. You can’t breathe. There is no oxygen at all. In winter it gets damp here. My son and I started having heart problems here.
We keep the door open. All sorts of nastiness sneaks into the house. Several times the snakes crawled in, Mamuka threw them out.
This dark room with two windows is like a torture chamber. You can't breathe here! There is no oxygen!
– Eliso, have you ever been happy, lived well? My heart squeezes, and my mind refuses to understand how and why one family got so many misfortunes?!
Eliso: I knew happiness. My husband was my happiness. He was a good man, he loved me very much. My first and only love. I was 16 when I married him. I was also lucky with my husband's parents. My husband worked as a tractor driver, we lived a quiet life, we were happy.
What a terrible end awaited us! He was so anxious because of me, he wanted to save me, and he himself burned out from cancer.
- What do you regret the most?
Eliso: The worst thing is to be left without health, not to rely on yourself. How am I now? What can I do? Just take a few steps around the house.
- Do you have any relatives left?
Eliso: No one from my husband’s side. From my side - only my brother, who has tuberculosis. My daughter is not a helper. Her family barely makes ends meet. My son and I leee... (She can’t finish the word and points at her neck.)
- What’s wrong with you, Eliso?
Eliso: My vo...
- Do you feel bad?
Eliso: I lose my voice when I speak a...
- You lose your voice when you speak a lot?
Eliso nods her head. We interrupt our conversation. I leave the room for a while. Mamuka sees me outside, and anxiously goes to the house. He worries about his mom.
Eliso (recovering a little bit): This is also a disgusting thing. All of a sudden, my voice disappears. I have no idea whether I’ll be able to finish the phrase. I say in fragments... Sometimes it disappears for a long time. I can’t even call my son.
Mamuka: I'm afraid for her, I listen carefully all the time. What if she suddenly feels bad, and she can’t say anything.
- Mamuka, I want to ask you one thing. Can I?
He nods his head.
- What do you regret the most?
Mamuka: I regret that I did not start a family and was left alone. I always wanted to have a family. It was important to me. I think, it is impossible now.
- If you could change your life, what would you do first of all?
Mamuka: You can change nothing now. I wish there weren't that tragic incident with a knife when I was a child. I became disabled because of it. I could see normally now. I regretted that day all my life. And if there was no prison, I would have kept my health.
- What is important to you now?
Mamuka: To have home. Human being must have at least home.
- What can we do for you? How can the readers of our Fund help you?
Eliso: We really need beds. Look, where do we sleep. (Shows with her hand.) I can't do anything, no housework. And things need to be washed. We're going to be completely homeless. I also need to do laundry. Or we will turn into complete hobos. A washing machine would be very handy. But we don't have running water or permanent electricity. We need food, but we have nothing to heat it with. Please help us to take a breath for a while, to feel that we are human beings. We no longer have the strength. We both need your help.
This story shocked us too. We see and hear a lot. We often get horrified. How is it possible for one family to have so many troubles and misfortunes? They have been lasting for so long that Eliso and Mamuka no longer resist, they have no strength to change anything. Diseases have taken over and keep finishing them off.
We need to intervene right now! We can somehow help the current situation, help them to solve some of their problems. To respond means to save their lives. That is the question right now.
You can personally visit the Peikrishvili family. Their address is: Tbilisi, Avchala district, Libani street, 31 b.
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