The discrepancy between the discourse and the show has opened up a space for a form of denial. The first few lines were made up mostly of children.
A gesture and certain weariness are perceptible in their eyes. After all the protagonists were their mothers, their aunts; woman next door. Therefore I started asking myself whether our mothers instill the feminine dimension in their daughters. Is this really femininity? What memories do we keep of our mothers? What feminine moments have marked us in our youth life?