In a quiet corner of A Coruña, far from Madrid’s political frequencies and Barcelona’s startup buzz, a modest signal pulses steadily through the Galician airwaves. It emanates from EA1URD, the callsign of the local amateur radio section headquartered in the Centro Cívico de Monelos. Every Monday evening—barring public holidays—this civic outpost becomes a temporary nerve centre for a community more attuned to dials than to digital noise.
Under the stewardship of José Manuel Soto Cernadas (EB1DPB), the Unión de Radioaficionados de Coruña maintains not just technical fidelity, but something rarer: continuity. Amateur radio, once considered an anachronism in the age of TikTok and Starlink, persists here with a quiet dignity. It's less about nostalgia than necessity—about the resilience of voice when satellites fail, or the thrill of decoding silence across oceans.
The group’s website (urcoruna.com) is predictably utilitarian, its meeting room equally so. But the charm of EA1URD lies not in its furniture or fonts, but in its function. It is one of the few remaining places where Galicians gather not to scroll but to listen—to hear the hiss, the crackle, and the faint murmur of something beyond reach.
For those who believe radio is dead, Coruña replies: tune in. There is still life in the static.
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