Resumption of "The Woman who remains" of Brest.

 

Once again, the woman, on the port, comes to hang out her washing, her sorrows, her bitterness.
She must hold on, stay to maintain the tradition, the family while the man is gone

"towards those luring horizons".

What is the most difficult? Leaving, escaping, perhaps fleeing?
Or stay and last?
"He didn't see","he didn't know"...