. . . the roof is covered with forest

Poverty is part of the life of the Abkhazian displaced, as well as constant uncertainty, and the scrutiny of the Ministry for making any claims for assistance. But what weighs more heavily are the memories that keep flashing from a previous life and the dark time that came afterwards. And the exclusion from the rest of society, the stigma of being a refugee: “Refugees, refugees, refugees ... I don't want to be a refugee anymore. I'm sorry, "sighs Marina. "We're Georgians too."

The people who have been living in dilapidated sanatoriums and former clinics for 29 years, in Tskaltubo, in Tbilisi, all over the country, are a remnant of a bygone era that one would rather simply forget. They are a reminder of the tragic turn Georgia has gone through since the Soviet Union fell apart, and also a reminder of the mistakes that have been made then and since. All the terrible things that happened in the 1990s, the chaos, the injustice, and the strokes of fate that broke into people's lives in the form of war and crime.

But war and crime are not a stroke of fate. They are the result of decisions, of human actions, powerful and less powerful. They are made by people and belong to a society, grow in it or are combated. That is a fact that is difficult to look into the eye. But the more we understand about the world, the more we understand the extent of our responsibility: if we are sick and do not see a doctor, we run the risk of losing our chance of a cure. It is important to look. At the past, at the present, at the future, which is reflected in the faces of the people who have been waiting so long for things to get better.