Marina believes that you can't love one child more than another, but that you relate to them in very different ways, because they are different people. She also believes that a mother can't save her children; that she must observe them and accompany them if they ask, without judging them. She's also convinced that, for her children, she would be capable of anything: killing, stealing, prostituting herself, and dying. She's a woman who, like me, when she became a mother, let her beast out; her mammalian nature flowed more than her human nature. She let herself be guided by what she felt she had to do rather than by how she should do it or what she was told to do.