From heart attack to fujara and on to fujarahead

I wouldn’t normally get to the idea of ​​a fujarahead at all. Not my father Zenon, who …

„After the heart attack, I found myself in a left-wing hospital in the intensive care unit. The next bed was occupied by an old man, it was a fateful encounter. We were pretty good at where we were. And so we became friends over time. I immediately noticed that he had a strangely decorated wooden object next to the bed.

Only then did I learn that it was a fujara – a bass flute, a shepherd’s musical instrument – the Slovak queen of flutes.

Almost every conversation turned to fujara. In fact, I was glad that he also revealed the secrets of the construction of the instrument. The old man probably had no idea that he was gaining his follower. I realized that in the next six months I would have time off, what about so much time? Another thing that occurred to me was the memory of the World Cup and the wuwuzela that sounded in the stadiums. At that time, there was talk of hockey championships to be organized in Slovakia.

So the idea came to get the fujara to the stadiums. And so the search, the reading, the cognition began. Really, first I had to get acquainted with the original wooden fujara. In addition, I got to know other flutes, shepherd’s instruments of other nations. And when fate brought us closer to 3D printing, my son Darius and I developed a fujaread.

It was not easy, we printed a lot of failures. The goal was clear sound. We had to adjust the first pieces a lot to reach the goal. In the end, it worked. Although I did not manage to get Fujaru to the stadiums, I gained a love of fujara and became an avid creator of this instrument and many others. And also fujarahead. „