Turkeys and Strange Turns

I did not expect to have much of a celebration for this holiday (which is maybe my favorite back home…I thought I would be sadly reminiscing instead) but Askhan, one of the people in Berlina’s WG (an American who just graduated from Vassar, funny enough), invited me to a celebration with some other people on his internship program. He is an amazing cook, and the whole thanksgiving was a good time. Berlina comes as well to join the fairly international group. We all head home to sleep happily on distended stomachs, dreaming dopamined dreams
Though, just before I do get to sleep…
On my way home that late night I happened to run into an acquaintance sitting with another slightly dubious character. While talking, the subject of my camera came up (I had made posters and everything that week).
“Wait, did it look like this?” asks the second man, and indicates with his hands the approximate proportions of my camera.
It turns out it may be being sold in the nearby park here, for 50 euros.
Really? I wonder.
“Sure” says the man “just go into the park and ask for ‘the two black brothers’, and then one of them, named D___ has the camera. Say you’re a friend of C___.”
“They’re just in the park everyday?” I asked.
“Yeah, in fact, you could go right now, they’re there” (this was about 3 in the morning).
“OK” I said, “I’ll go there now, alone, in the dark, to a park I’ve never been to, and ask for ‘two black brothers’ who may or may not be selling a camera ….”
Then he wanted me to pay for his beer (in exchange for the info). Yeah, right.
Dubious as he was, I am sure he was telling the truth about the camera. Of course, it still might not be my camera, and if it was it's probably sold, but it’s the best lead I have. I don’t know how to go about this at all but I’ll have to do it soon.