The other week, when I was living on a ship (did I tell you about that?), the camera must have suffered some water damage. Because one roll of film produced photos with black edges on two sides, and I am quite certain I didn’t hold my thumb in front of the lens for every single picture.
I will try to repair them, but for the moment, I will just put them out there and let you make up your own story about what happened that day around Beeskow.
So, I am curious what you think happened that day in Beeskow.
Once I’ll get around to repairing those photos, I will publish the true story of adventures on the boat, a stash of cigars and the lost city in the jungle.