Looking at Agneta reminded me of my mother's generation of women and those before hers, where women molded themselves to a man's likes and dislikes, later to those of their children, always worrying first about "what the neighbours will say" and not about what she wanted or what would be best for the children. The neighbours always won. It was wonderful seeing Agneta break away from what everyone else wanted from her and discovering herself as a woman and as a person, something that my mother's generation of women and those before them never really got to do.

Chorei em alguns momentos do filme. Que conjunto lindo. Ela acha que vai cuidar de alguém, mas acaba cuidando de si. Agneta se redescobre e faz a gente pensar na nossa vida e nos momentos que ficamos presas à opinião dos outros. Na cena da carta e quando o Einar fala do filho, desabei. É um drama delicado sobre esgotamento, recomeço tardio e a coragem de ter nome próprio de novo. Nunca é tarde pra sair do papel de coadjuvante da própria história.