Just back from Cuba. I was sitting in my friend Mitchel's little "house" after checking out his horses and finishing a great meal. The family is very poor but very generous as well. They have virtually nothing in the form of luxeries. In any case, after the meal we were outside looking at the sky and I gave Mitchel my new 112 in it's sheath as a gift. He didn't want to take it but I insisted. He told me through an interpreter that knives are very poorly made in Cuba and of poor quality. He quickly put the knife away and my interpreter told me he would examine it when I was gone and proudly show all his friends. He would treasure it and most important, use it. That 112 is now my favorite knife and I can't wait to see it next year after 12 months of use on a poor little farm in the hills of Cuba.
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