Another fun thread and give-away.
I love the knife; it has such elegant lines. (like many Italian things: women, Ducatis, Ferraris, Vespas, even the humble Fiat 500!)
I remember the first thread I read of yours, which featured some shots from the Sardinian countryside. I saw your screen name, and thought: "That sounds Italian. I wonder if it is some American guy who is proud of his Italian ancestry, and has researched some Italian words to find a fun and meaningful screen name?" Then, I saw your location. I wouldn't have known where it was, except for my grandfather's stories from his time there during World War II. I'm a shooter, and own several guns. Once in a while, it will come up during conversation with my grandfather. He is not much of a gun person at all. He shot them in training for his service in WWII. He shot them qualifying for the Hometown, IL police force in the 1950s. But he has never been as avid a shooter as I have been.
(hopefully, you will forgive my wandering off the knife topic a bit here...)
He has two shooting stories from Sardinia from some time between 1941 and 1945; I don't recall when he was there. But he was a radio repairman and he had a "Tommy Gun." (Thompson submachine gun) He jokes that they gave him a Tommy Gun because he was a terrible shot with a rifle, but I think it was standard issue for soldiers who would often be in cramped quarters, like a truck or airplane, where a full size rifle would be very hard to maneuver. His buddies had the standard issue rifle, the M-1 Garand. He said that in Sardinia, he would do favors for pilots, fixing their non-Army stuff, and they would give him a box of ammo for the Tommy Gun that he didn't have to account for. So they would hang bottles in the trees, and he got to use automatic mode, and his buddies got to use tracer ammo. It made me a little sad to hear that, as it meant they left broken glass all over the countryside, and probably also shot up a lot of trees.
He said they also use to have contests as to who could hit the ceramic insulators on the power poles soonest. I asked him: "But weren't you destroying their electrical equipment?" He said: "No, the lines were down, and the place was all bombed-out already anyhow." It still seemed a little sad to me, but there are the bits that made it so I knew where Sardinia was.
Skip ahead many years, and I saw your post of walking through the Sardinian countryside, I was fascinated to see what the place looked like, and also a little flattered that a Sardinian would like classic American knife patterns so much.
Now, after seeing that knife in Post #42 I am stereotyping different European classical knife designs:
German - clunky-looking, but high quality
Swiss - A bit more elegant, and seemingly always with implements other than a single knife blade.
French, Spanish, and Italian - Slimmer, with graceful curves, and often only one blade. Simple mechanisms, which lead to low prices even though the blades are seemingly of high quality. Good for cutting food!
Scandinavian - Plain, but sturdy and well-made.
Others? I don't know yet.
Maybe I'm not being fair to certain nationalities, I don't know.
Thanks for the opportunity.