Almost exactly 6 years ago I got myself #Blahol's Mini Pure Bag:
https://blahol.com/produkt/minipurebag/?lang=en

In this time accompanied me to four continents and over 20 countries. In rain, snow, hail, and sun; in cars, planes (from airliners to two-seaters), trains (once for almost 36h straight), busses, trams, and on my bike; it sailed the Baltic, Adriatic, Mediterranean, Atlantic - and the Polish lakes. We went hundreds of meters underground, and up in the mountains. We went to boozy meetings, and to... (cont.)

(cont.) ...meetings with powerful people (and sometimes... both simultaneously). We went to protests, and parliaments... and to protests in parliaments.

Heavy-duty boots died on me a couple of times in these 6 years, but that damn bag was a survivor.

Until today. Today a seam started tearing.

This bag feels like an old, trusted friend. We've been through shit. Let's see if I can get it properly fixed.

And yes, I am getting another Blahol bag too.

And just FYI, #Blahol started off as a guy who used to be a bike messenger in Warsaw and got fscking tired of how shitty the messenger bags were. He had ideas.

I got the bag when it was still a ~2-person shop. They seam (ha!) to have grown a bit, but it's still a small private shop.

And one that became the go-to for left-leaning peeps in Poland.

Basically, an Antifa Heavy-Duty Bag Supply Depot (and damn proud of that).