This was my third trip to Poland. The first one I made in the early 90s, private, searching traces of someone’s family. I have uncomfortable memories from that trip, not only because we visited the Auschwitz concentration camp, the environment was a bit strange. The second time I travelled to Poland, at the end of the 90s, I stayed in Krakow and I was surprised how vital the city was, even though the centre was a big re-construction site.