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At lunch I dropped into Helix, a huge photogs' Mecca, 3 floors of professional studio and field equipment. With rental on the ground floor, where an assistent could rent for his boss everything that was ever manufactured concerning photography.
I used to salivate at Nikons clearly out of my prise range; there were times, when I fancied whether I should buy a good view camera to propell myself into the leading edge of obstinent nostalgists. Sometimes I ran into it to buy a roll of film - just to remind myself that I was a former pro.
Today my visit was sad, as though I came to Herzen street of Jewish Cemetery where my folks lie in piece. All the revered stuff was put into obviously shrunken space, slightly even stomping on each other feet, prices went down, the counters were manned by scarce staff. I went into a studio department and walked by strobe lights I wanted for so long. An old hand, a guy I might've seen there before, asked "May I help you?"
"No thanks. I pay a nostalgic visit. Seems the digital onslaught is irreversible".
He haven't even bothered to answer. Just nodded.
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