In November nineteen seventy, a family hiking through an isolated valley outside Bergen, Norway, discovered the burned body of an unidentified woman hidden among the rocks. She carried no identification, labels had been removed from her belongings, and nobody could explain who she was or why she had come to Norway.
The investigation uncovered suitcases stored at a railway station, multiple false identities, coded travel records, wigs, foreign currencies, and a complicated journey across Europe. Decades later, modern isotope analysis and DNA research offered new clues about where she may have grown up, but still failed to give her a name. ([Wikipedia][1])
Was she an ordinary traveler protecting a private life, a victim whose killer was never discovered, or someone whose true identity was never meant to be known?