Some 30 years ago, taking a photo was a major event. My father mastered a Soviet camera and some of the warmest childhood memories involve developing those photos together in the darkroom (aka shower room). Still, sometimes we went to professional photo salons where we transformed into pilots, navy officers and Russian Hussars.
Militarism was promoted widely. Luckily, I was able to avoid military service...
Late 1980s were accompanied by inter-ethnic conflicts, which meant that soldiers - peacekeepers - were patrolling the streets. I made friends with them.
They let me wear their helmets. A bit heavy...
But I liked other helmets too. Here is some hockey without ice or snow!
More helmets...
And space exploration, of course!
