The handsome man in this photo is my father, the little one me. It was 1967 and he introduced me to this little magic box full of sound called radio. I guess the bug bit me then. His passion was photography and art, not electronics, because that was his 9-to-5 job.
But he always supported me in my endeavours and taught me so much. The Weller soldering station he used for so long is sitting proudly on my desk, now being used by me. He was the best father I could have wished for.
He is with the angels now, without pain, without frustration. I am sad, but I am glad. Thanks dad, for everything.