Like many hyphenated Americans, Jennifer Jajeh wasn't sure how to feel about the heritage preceding her hyphen, whether to be proud or embarrassed or just try not to mention it. And the fact that she was Palestinian-American created further confusion, as nobody around her was quite sure how to feel about it either.
And so, like many hyphenated Americans she went looking for her roots, despite Palestine not even being on most maps. A year and a half in her parents' home town of Ramallah didn't provide her with many answers but made her understand the questions better.
In a moving and frequently comic solo performance, Jajeh takes us along on her geographical and emotional journey. She is honest and brave enough to admit her own shallowness - at first her biggest issue with the Intifada was that it interfered with partying - but her ultimate point is that if someone as politically unaware as she could eventually become enraged by the privations and indignities of everyday Palestinian life, then we must understand the violent reactions of those who live there.
Not likely to convince anyone not already sympathetic, Jajeh's writing and performance do succeed admirably in giving a human face to the issue.