25 years ago, I came to Denmark. My mum, dad and grandmother fled with me from Bosnia because of the Balkan war in ‘93. We fled with nothing of value, but some gold coins that my dad had inherited from his father. We used the golden coins to make deals and get us as far away from Bosnia as possible. When we arrived in Denmark my father was left with no coins. He did though burry some in the basement of his house in Zvornik. 10 years after the war we went back to Bosnia and my dads house, where someone else was now living. From the basement my dad dug up the coins he had hid, luckily they where still there. He passed them on to my brother and me. One of them is the one you see in the photo above. Recently I’ve made it into a necklace, it is very precious and sensitive for me. It carries my family’s history, and I carry it with pride.