I found my father’s old Zenit film camera. Back in the day, some 30 years ago, while Nikon, Minolta, and Canon were the camera’s of choice in the West, behind the iron curtain Russian Zenit was all the rage. I showed it to the instructors in the photography class Karolina and I have been taking, and they were very impressed with how good of a shape it was in considering its age. They said it still smelled of communism.
I got a roll of black and white film for it and have been taking photos around town, and recently in Dresden with it. I’ll let you know what I get out of it.