slowtiger wrote: We had a Solitaire film printer ...
Because the Solitaire and the Krass cameras both had the same type of Mitchell film magazine, I would sometimes have to unload the Solitaire and take both its output and the Rostrum exposed film over to the processing labs very late at night.
Now the processing labs were right next to a big cemetery in West Berlin, in the middle of nowhere ... now trying to persuade a taxi driver in my broken German, to take a geeky guy to a desolate place by a cemetery at 01:00 was sometimes something of a challenge
When I flew into this job, I arrived late on a Friday evening at sunset. It meant using the old city airport where you literally fly in between the buildings to touchdown. It was summer and I had to go straight to the studios in East Berlin. The Wall had only been down for a few months and much of it was still there. The taxi driver gave a great commentary as we drove through the city in twilight, pointing out the history and things which were changing so fast. It was a great trip, watching people enjoying the warm summer evening with a beer on sidewalk tables Paris cafe style, dodging the trams and vibrating across cobbled streets in the older East Berlin. It was a magical ride. I defy anyone not to fall instantly in love with city when you see it this way.
I get to travel and live/work in some interesting/obscure/exotic places such as Tahiti, Reunion Island or Curacao, but for me, Berlin is still the best.
Rhoel.