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blade would be probably worth a blot on my escutch- eon, I did not decide to write a reflective poem about the cherries which shed their blossoms and passing away. Applying the knife according to its intended use was linked to a risk that this text would be never written. The knife accompanied me in the not very heavy duties, such as peeling oranges, planning or cutting sausages for the fire. It such applications it works perfectly, the blade can be led very smoothly and with outstanding lightness enters into the cut materials. Sometimes it is even hard to control a depths of the cut. The concaved cut combined with a thin cutting edge, results in an op- eration similar to a razor and I suppose that in the role to which the kwaiken was developed, the knife made by Böker would work excellently. The kwaiken according to the Burnley's design is, first and foremost, a very pretty knife. Simple, elegant, com- bining modern solutions as well as savings and harmony so characteristic for the old Japanese tradition. People say that a soul of the warrior is magically preserved in the sword. If you want to adapt this opinion to our reality, I would strongly desire to have my soul represented by the knife like this. I think, it is one of the most interesting manufactured knives in the market so it is such a pity that it loses so much due to the defective flipper. Despite the very good cutting properties I can see this kweiken rather in the role of the collectible knife. Probably, my thoughts are strongly obsessed with an awareness of the primary intended use of this type of the blades. Sitting by the lake, in the dizzying smell of the dried canes and observing how fire smoke crawled slowly on the water surface while the blade of the kwaiken caught red highlights of the setting Sun, I considered as ordinar- ily improper using the Böker for the everyday activities. This knife requires a ceremony and, in its own way, it can claim it. After that silent evening, ended up with such a peculiar ascertainment, the kwaiken was any longer so vulgarly treated by me as an EDC. www.fragoutmag.com