This film is not about Munich – even if it does teach us more about the Bavarian capital than we ever felt the need to know. Munich – according to Graf and Althen – doesn’t exist. Munich is but a dream projected onto the surface, the skin of a settlement that has grown over the centuries into a city. It could just as easily be New York, Rotterdam or Djakarta. The details may be different, but the questions and reveries remain the same. The blind narrator could find the buildings and bodies for his stories anywhere. The lovers of the future live in an ‘Erewhon’ all of their own anyway. Diana Zgubic embodies the girl we see but never chat up in every café, concert hall or football stadium. But who is Diana Zgubic? And do dwellings dream of inhabitants made from bricks? A Markerian exercise in documentary daydreaming, with Bitomskyian twists and Šubian flourishes. And a key to Graf’s filmmaking.