In the early 21st century the artists we now call the pioneers of Kazakhstani contemporary art, namely Shai-Zia, Sergei Maslov, Rustam Khalfin, and Moldakul Narymbetov, went on to the next world, one following the other. Those heart attacks and strokes are a sequence of that great tension they suffered in creating this new art under pressure, rejection and bullying. The audience in Europe loved them, especially Moldakul, who was an exotic thing for them wearing his dressing gown and unusual hat, and with the dombra in his hands. He was free and easy, he could find common ground with anybody without speaking any foreign language, he was able to fit seamlessly into an art sparkling atmosphere in Berlin, in smug Geneve museums, in Vienne squares, where he was beating his drums and played saz syrnai...