During my R&R in Afghanistan, I met some Italians in the middle of nowhere. My compatriots and myself struggled finding good coffee, and the Italians I inevitably befriended served me espresso in a Bialetti. They eventually all signed it and gave it to me at the end of the expedition. It was a very insightful journey and the gesture was very meaningful. Haven’t had the heart to use it since, but damn did it make a good espresso!