To have a son in wartime is the worst curse that can befall a mother, no matter what anyone says.

Every public space is like a billboard, with messages from the collective subconscious of the nation. There one can read passivity, rage indifference, fear, double standards, subversion, bad economy, a twisted definition of 'public' itself, the whole Weltanschauung - an entire range of emotions and attitudes is exposed.

How is a woman to tell the story of her life and not stumble upon men?