Sonja is learning to drive. Her instructor is insane. She should have done this when she was eighteen (like her sister who now lives in a big house in the countryside with her husband and kids and has stopped returning her calls). On the streets of Copenhagen she struggles with the mirrors, with the signalling – she can’t even change gears. Her masseuse thinks she witholds her emotions, she needs to let them hang out more. And then there’s the positional vertigo that threatens to overwhelm her at the most inconvenient moments.