Identificazione di una donna

But your folks haven't got any
friendships in those circles?

My mother perhaps, but she
moves around.

What is it?
- I nearly went mad today, you know.
- What has happened?

A man, whom I only know
to be my mother's lover,

has an obsession with me.
- How?

He phones me, he wants to see me.
You remember back at the Dandini place...

that I stopped to speak with a man?
Can I talk with you a moment, Mavi?
For a long time, I've had
something to tell you you.

- I would like to see you one of these days.
- Let's talk now.

Are you referring to a story that goes
more than twenty years back in time?

- How did you know?
- I gathered as much.

Understand that fatherhood is not a literary idea.
Your mother said that if you only
took a close look in the mirror...

you would understand who your father is.
- It is not true, and I never would've understood it!

Look at our hands.
I've hated him from childhood,
I don't know why.

He, on the other hand,
has adored me since I was born.

Without being able say it to anyone, including me.
Without being able to touch or caress me.
Why have I always felt this
instinctive repulsion towards him.

I believed him to be a friend of the house,
when I saw him I'd hide.

It's not your fault.
It's not my fault, right?