Dick knives

Bwahaha. They're literally called like that. But anyways, they're O.K., actually, very good ( so they say). I'm searching a santoku for my mum. The all-porpouse kitchen knife. A good one. For her birthday. Or maybe it'll be better to buy her a vok. More expensive, but the trick is, I don't know nothing about knives. So a good vok instead of a worthless knife. Well, I know that they should be sharp, shiny and the way that if somebody saw you holding it would run away- but that's not it.
Wtf. Why am I writing this? I guess that few people are going to read this, say that I'm a bored teenager and...I doubt that a chef or a cook or some kind of butcher will stumble over my post and kindly suggest me what to buy or eaven teach me something about cutlery. Wouldn't that be nice?
The bird on the photo is Mario and he lives in Vatican city. Vita aspera sed libera. He was very persistent and ate half of my toast. His fellow Alberto (or whichever was his name) was more of a shy-type pidgeon and would stand there few steps away, waiting for me to discover some mercy inside my stomac and throw him a piece of bread. But Mario was far more interesting. He actually ate from my hand. I don't know if pidgeons all around the world do that but for me it was the first time I witnessed it. Btw, Vatican's nice but I would never, ever visit again it's museums,.. just the sistine chapel, the saint Peter's dome, the pidgeon fellow and maybe the square- the point where you see all the first columns (as they cover the others behind them). And next time, if there's going to be a next time,..I'm taking my tripod with me!
That would be all:) Vale!