Esther, mother of a seven-year-old son, does not blame her. She doesn’t blame her mother anyway. Four hands on one stomach, that’s what they are, and that’s what they radiate. The love radiates from it. Don’t call Esther pathetic either, because her parents were in prison and did criminal things. “What is a criminal? If you drive through a red light, you are also a criminal. My mother taught me not to judge, to cultivate perseverance and to develop a certain toughness, in the good sense of the word.”
