The year was 2005.
Berita Minggu ran a story titled “Cari Harta Karun.”
That was me — standing there, somewhere between curiosity and conviction, holding a metal detector and following a faint signal beneath the earth. I didn’t know it then, but that moment marked the quiet beginning of a lifelong pursuit… the world of relics, antiques, and forgotten stories.
Every artefact, every corroded edge and glimmering fragment, whispers of hands long gone — of lives once lived. What started as a fascination with “what lies beneath” became something deeper: a quest to understand the echoes of our own past.
Some say it’s treasure hunting.
I say it’s remembering.