The single slice of processed cheese at the heart of Pawilon I is sunk into resin, and in this way it is preserved in time. In 1990s Poland, Hochland cheese was sold by the slice. In this period of scarcity, each slice was precious: eating the cheese was a moment of celebration, of abundance. The triangle of soft cream, wrapped in its golden foil, is surrounded by beams and rays of medical tape. Floating in its frame of transparent resin, it marks the entrance to the land of plenty.