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My film cameras hate me…
It’s a request for helping. My film cameras hate me. I realized this that when my first film camera, a Canon A-1, inherited by my father, stopped to work during a shooting.
It’s a sad story — or a funny story if you want to take the ironic side of all this situation. I don’t know what happened to her. His mechanism stopped working, taking away all of the opportunity to continue, for a few days, my journey into the world of film.
But I have not given up. I wore the role of the explorer and I went to search into my family’s archives some cameras. Between dust and junk, I found a Zeiss, a wonderful camera with a fixed lens, and an Afga with electronic components — even this with a fixed lens.
I immediately fell in love with them. I thought that they were perfect: littles, robust, and suitable to be carried in every situation. But, hey, are you thinking there has been a happy ending to this story? Obviously not. None of the two worked. I have a malediction. I know.
I could not believe it. That unluck! All my friends bought a film camera in places which in terms of the guarantee of operation leave something to be desired. But their cameras working. They go great and look invincible.
But this story isn’t ending. The laughs arrive now. Last month a family friend brought me a Minolta: a reflex camera…
