A weekend at Bekzhan's

I went to Bekzhan's on Saturday. We have known each other since 2005 and I still did not know that his son has a workshop on the balcony.

The radio. A hand-built set from a 1971 book, with a wrong resistor fixed by the boy. I made the case from a wooden box.

It catches three stations and a lot of hiss. We sat on the balcony and listened to the hiss for an hour. Bekzhan's wife brought tea. Nobody said anything. It was one of the best evenings of my year.