I saw Juliene on a hospital bench. She was holding a tiny child. His crying echoed in the long hospital corridor. Juliene just turned 20 and received such a wonderful gift from life – the gift of motherhood. She told me that for several weeks, she had been looking for a health centre, where she would had been able to vaccinate her son, Manuelito. We talked for a while, standing in the empty corridor. I saw determination in Juliene's eyes; she would do anything to help her child. The midget fell asleep while she was holding him, and I thought I was lucky that with my children, I could always go to the doctor without worrying about vaccines and treatment. For me, Juliene, a Venezuelan mother from the end of the world, fighting for vaccines, food, struggling with power outages and liquidated urban transport, was a heroine I wanted to talk about in Poland. I didn't tell Juliene that serum banks in the country were empty, and a doctor at the largest children's hospital had showed me empty vaccine fridges. I just took out my phone and asked her to tell Poles what her son needed. This recording became the heart of a campaign for medical assistance in Venezuela. After few months I returned to Venezuela. I met Juliene again. Manuelito was almost a year old, and thanks to doctors from Deus Caritas Est, he was vaccinated with vaccines imported from Colombia.