All june I was away from… everywhere, lost in the middle of nowhere, a nowhere that looked a lot like the jungle. As it was more or less a photographic trip I chose carefully my cameras. And then everybody yells: “why Holga then!?!?” First of all I do whatever I want, it is my trip. Second, Holga is my sweetest friend. Third, even with ants crawling inside, Holga still takes pictures, I mean, no worse than usual… No kidding, when you know that even the famous bic ball-pens stop working after less than a week in the jungle, you don’t…