How it all started

goibniublog
2 mei 2025
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First knife

Yes, I will take you all back in time, to fall 1977. I was only six years old and went on a weekend trip with my grandmother and her son, my uncle. We went to a small town named Vianden in Luxembourg.

We tried to discover as many things as we could, trying out good food, visiting the ruins of the castle (now completely restored), and visiting some local shops. And there it was; my granny (Irish roots) had seen it in my eyes, the sparks when I saw that knife (Scouting-style hunting knife, probably made in Solingen). So what should she do? Buy a sharp tool for a little boy, yes or no? Now, I had one advantage: when I was just three years old, I asked her what that was. And she said it was a knife to peel vegetables and potatoes. And so she took my little thumb in her hand and gave me a very small cut with that knife and said that was the dangerous part of the knife. So I never ever took a knife in hand by its blade. So, to come back to the shop, she knew that I knew that it was not a toy but a tool with a sharp edge that I could use to peel my fruit and as an eating utensil. So she told me, "Okay, let's go buy the knife." The knife has survived all my adventures and throwing tricks when I was growing up. After many house moves, the knife got lost, and a few years ago I found it again in one of the boxes my mom kept for me. I lost the sheath in the woods when I was a teenager. But the knife has its place in my display. And that knife is the reason I started collecting cutting tools and sharp things at a young age.