It was a freezing February day when Mr. J.I. walked into a shelter, shivering and unsure. He knew nothing about social services, not even what he was really looking for.

Mr. M. and his partner, Ms. B., want nothing extraordinary. Just steady jobs, a place to live, and a quiet, ordinary life. But each time they get close, something knocks them down.

For years, Mr. J.K. struggled with alcohol. His health was failing, his mental state was collapsing, and life itself seemed to be slipping away.

He was just two years old when police brought him to Klokánek one spring evening. They had found him on the street with his mother, who was so intoxicated she could barely stand. The little boy ran around the station, restless and confused, lost in a world he couldn’t understand.

Little Jane was only five when her life fell apart. Both of her parents died from drug addiction. There was no one else. She was completely alone.

One day, four children came through the doors of Klokánek: a six-year-old girl, two boys aged eight and twelve, and their big brother Matej, fourteen. They were inseparable - protecting each other fiercely. Their love for their mother was clear, and the separation from her was heartbreaking.