Hannah’s Jewish identity is submerged and largely unidentified. Returning to her embryonic career as a photographer, she is convinced that if she finds her roots—some connection with her Jewish past—she will make sense of her life. A failed affair leads to a breakdown, and to her ex-husband gaining custody of her children. Left alone to rebuild her life she begins to realise that we each have to construct our own lives. Identity is not dependent on spurious notions of ‘roots’or ‘romance’.