Last Thursday my uncle and his wife to be, Yrjö and Irmeli, came to visit. We met up in City, the unfortunate part of Stockholm that all tourists land in. It's all square and commercial, but I was happy to be a tourist in my own city for a day.
We snuck off from the 60's brass and concrete for a treat at my favourite café Sturekatten. The steep stairs up weren't appreciated by my company and we never made it out to the patio.
Quietly we crossed the green lawns of Berzelii square. At Kungsträdgården we listened to a song sung in Wolof, an African language that Irmeli knew.
We avoided the bus hoards of tourists visiting the Royal Armoury and browsed through dark antique shops in Old Town. I almost bought a plastic coffee set for future picnics, but the plastic looked kinda... permanently dark finger print:y. Usch.
It was in another second hand shop... that I saw it!
Kiku 16 Model II! My photo is really bad for size, but here is a better one, its so cute. It's a mini camera, or a Japanese subminiature.
I tried enjoying a beer with my relatives afterward but my heart was racing, causing me to gasp and smile, make unanswered phone calls to friends and google 17.5 mm film. I want to be a 60s spy too, like Edna Dorff.
Finally I came to the resolve that 17.5 mm film and all it entails is too much hassle and the camera as beautiful as it is, is too expensive for having as a toy. Its not a pet like the common Tamagotchi iPhone for chrissakes, it's a camera.
Edit: It's now 2013, and I still dream of this camera.