We spent most of the day wandering the streets of Krakow looking for the story. A Herzogian conceit made us believe, in our naivety, that all we needed to do was to arrive here with a camera and the adventure would begin to unfold. We filmed flapping plastic sheeting and industrial fences. The buildings of Krakow flapped in the bitter breeze as we attempted to capture its architecture, displayed upon the canvas that masked the building work beneath. We are eating in an italian restaurant and it is lunchtime...ish. The roast pork is good. It is here that I learn of the Polish obsession with Dill.