From the city of Qırım, now Staryi Krym, hails a most ancient legend. It is that of the man draped in Red, with a beard of Silver, a heart of Gold and soul eternally Black. Veiled by abstract mystery, he is a man of no accepted origin. His very existence has through long, dark years been disputed by scholars. Yet the people believe – they must, and in our very town of Targu Mures the old still whisper  and cry his many names. Krim Jacob, Jacobi Krimmer, Crimea Jacobius, Krim Roşu. It is by the latter we shall call him in this documentation of our journey; “In search of Krim Roşu”.