When I returned to my family tree after leaving it largely untouched for almost ten years, I expected to spend a considerable amount of time correcting old information, adding missing people and organising the documents I had accumulated. I did not quite expect what it has become. Over the last few weeks, and particularly during the intensive work I have been doing recently, genealogy has stopped feeling like the construction of a tree and started feeling much more like an investigation. There are now enquiries moving through several countries. I have been examining civil records, death certificates, Soviet documents, old photographs, property records and family papers. I have contacted municipalities, archives, hospitals, lawyers and other institutions. One document leads to another institution; one name leads to another village; one date raises another question. The investigation currently stretches through Germany, Italy, Brazil, Moldova, Ukraine, Turkey and Montenegro . ...