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hello guys and gals,
after wandering through a jungle of threads, posts and directions, I decided to introduce myself - here.
if this is a wrong place, please let me know and I'll move the thread somewhere else (I would be obliged if you told me where to).
I'm from croatia, also known as the last wild bit of europe.
you think I'm joking, right?
I'm not. it's the balkans baby :grumpy:
why am I here?
because I make knives (I make other things, too, but it's the knives that brought me here) and I sell knives.
what kind of knives do I make?
one of a kind, naturally :jerkit:
a couple of photos attached.
well, I won't bother you anymore, I'm sure you've got more important things to do beside sitting behind the screen and reading some guy's verbal diarrhea. like sitting behind screen and listening to this beautiful song.
[video=youtube;udSyfCBHoX8]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udSyfCBHoX8[/video]
* for those of you who find my babbling interesting, skip the video and bring your chair closer.
it all began 31years ago in Vukovar, a small town in the east of Croatia, then a part of Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia.
for most of the hospital staff the day started as working summer days usually start - a cigarette, chirp of birds coming through the open window and a casual chat with a colleague about a gross growth some guy had in his nose.
at one point, an ambiguous whisper started pouring through the halls and rooms, dripping over hardly moving lips.
surprise and disbelief subsided as excitement rose.
it rose and rose even more - and after that it rose more. rose is a beautiful flower but I'd rather befriend a fox. even a racoon.
as some of you probably guessed, it would be better if you listened to music instead of reading further :emot-yarr:
have a pleasant evening, guys
sincerely yours,
Mile (aka redbeard rum on british blades, barbudo knives on facebook)
after wandering through a jungle of threads, posts and directions, I decided to introduce myself - here.
if this is a wrong place, please let me know and I'll move the thread somewhere else (I would be obliged if you told me where to).
I'm from croatia, also known as the last wild bit of europe.
you think I'm joking, right?
I'm not. it's the balkans baby :grumpy:
why am I here?
because I make knives (I make other things, too, but it's the knives that brought me here) and I sell knives.
what kind of knives do I make?
one of a kind, naturally :jerkit:
a couple of photos attached.
well, I won't bother you anymore, I'm sure you've got more important things to do beside sitting behind the screen and reading some guy's verbal diarrhea. like sitting behind screen and listening to this beautiful song.
[video=youtube;udSyfCBHoX8]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udSyfCBHoX8[/video]
* for those of you who find my babbling interesting, skip the video and bring your chair closer.
it all began 31years ago in Vukovar, a small town in the east of Croatia, then a part of Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia.
for most of the hospital staff the day started as working summer days usually start - a cigarette, chirp of birds coming through the open window and a casual chat with a colleague about a gross growth some guy had in his nose.
at one point, an ambiguous whisper started pouring through the halls and rooms, dripping over hardly moving lips.
surprise and disbelief subsided as excitement rose.
it rose and rose even more - and after that it rose more. rose is a beautiful flower but I'd rather befriend a fox. even a racoon.
as some of you probably guessed, it would be better if you listened to music instead of reading further :emot-yarr:
have a pleasant evening, guys
sincerely yours,
Mile (aka redbeard rum on british blades, barbudo knives on facebook)
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