Angeliki’s leaking breasts are concrete evidence of a lost child, presenting a uniquely public form of grief. The mention of the
Arabian Nights raises observations about the ability of stories to hold darkness and doom at bay, to be a kind of escape for the listener from their current circumstances. But no escape exists from the baby’s cries, which feel like a warning. The fear makes Nuri primal like Afra when she was breastfeeding. Humanity feels more susceptible to baser instincts in the park, and Nuri’s certainty that nothing good is transpiring in the woods leaves him quietly distraught and ultimately helpless.