I asked the owner of the shop where I buy medium format films to fix this camera for me. He said he would. He didn't. I went back again and again to ask him and always he told me to come back that evening or tomorrow. Around the 5th time of asking he finally fixed it and I took it out for an afternoon around the city centre. I then bought it and took it home. I showed it to my girlfriend when I got there and it had stopped working. We went straight back to the shop and the owner immediately offered to give me my money back. He told me that he hadn't wanted to sell me the camera at all, and that he couldn't believe I kept coming back.
So, a few frames from that afternoon as a kind of ode to cultural differences.


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