Faces of Arabia, Part 3 of 3, i guess : & Gentlemen (8 images and a story)
He called me to his shack/shop on the outskirts of the friday market
outside Fujairah. He tinkered about for 5-10 minutes with assorted parts
that he placed and
tightened within the little red contraption.
Eventually he seemed pleased as his masterpiece was completed. He reached
into a trunk in the back and his hand emerged with a dusty record in hand.
“Asha Bhosle” as it turned out. He placed the record upon the flatbed of
the player and handed it to me, as if i was to examine it. I looked it over
and handed it back to him. He smiled, and slowly lowered the pin across the
spinning clay. A 50 year old song echoed around his straw shop and enveloped
us as we smiled along.