To what extend is our interpretation of a people coloured by the landscape in which we find them? The bleak snow scattered country side on the journey from Balice airport to Krakow shapes my reading of the people. In what ways does this landscape and its history shape their own identity? The south Wales valleys. Full of people and full of life despite circumstance, in spite of the history that those I spoke to were so keen to share. What is it about these people or about people in general that makes them perform their identity in such a pronounced way?

Sam cleans his camera on the left of the train. I am sat on the right. We travel backwards. Power lines guide us toward our destination. I am capturing the sound of the carriage and Sam records the passing buildings. My teeth ache. A consequence of having been up all night travelling. I hear the sound of voices that have become part of the Welsh landscape. Like that of the factory worker in NTW:01. The Polish are part of the puzzle. Not fully understood by the communities in which they have made their new homes across Wales. And it is for this reason that I find myself in Krakow. The international hopefully enabling me to view the domestic with more clarity. To really perform yourself, maybe you need to forget yourself for a little while. Politeknica Krakowska on the left. Macdonalds 200 metres.