My friend and I went took a spontaneous journey into forgotten and forsaken places in Kazbegi (Stepantsminda), a small town in the Caucasus. What we discovered was a dusty and solitary village, with an old abandoned school and a church next to it that has been reduced to a state of decay. Curiosity and thirst for a little adventure begged for a closer look. As we got closer we realized that the place was not as abandoned as it seemed. We started examining with scientific interest the inside of the school in ruins. Everything was corroded and rusty, floors full of gigantic holes, broken glasses and garbage scattered all over. We tried to reconstruct in our imagination the annihilated ‘splendour’ of the old school. After roaming around we discovered that some of the rooms were inhabited. People actually lived there. Shortly, an old lady, who’s expression clearly conveyed solitude and sadness confusedly approached us. She seemed a little frightened and suspicious, but within few minutes realized that we had no bad intentions. She told us in despair that the school had been dysfunctional for decades and was deteriorating day by day. She had nowhere else to go though. It was her shelter. She did not say much, but those few sentences she uttered were dense and heavy.