One of the most annoying things in airports is the security. I know that sitting in a plane with a crazy, salafi jihadist is worse than being manhandled by a self-righteous git because you forgot to take of your belt, but still.
In the beginning of Juli I went on my last air-journey to South Africa - and already in Copenhagen Airport I experienced the down side of flying. I had simply forgotten to check two little rooms in my shoulder bag and in one of these rooms was my old, trusty Laguiole-knife .
The bloke was actually quite civil about it, but the knife was lost. It was old, it was worn (at least one mm had been sharpened off it), but annoying none the less. My youngest daughter was in tears though. The knife is older than she is and it has been an object that she has known and occasionally used through her whole life.
My wife just returned from the Rheinland a couple of days ago and she had found a shop where she could buy me new one - a luxury model even.
So now I have myself a new Forge de Laguiole, with a black cow horn handle. There is even a little cross on the one side and when I flip the knife I can decide if I am in my Catholic or Satanic mood.
