Mrs. Ary.
Liz.
Jakema.
Valencia.
Mrs. Mary.
The Mother, Protector of Her Child.
I'm sorry to have forgotten names.
These women, soldiers of the laughter, they are the life of happiness. They are the workers, the gears from which turns are made and measured by. They are the ones, the team, the outlook of a life in ordinary, not as a measure of value, but of values, of worth, of a life of drive in something other than in the words.
