After I analyzed the concept of the relic from a personal point of view, I started to associate this concept to a small and simple object that, for some reason, has always been kind of important to me: an English coin. When I was 5 years old, my uncle, who had just returned from London, called me in a room for showing me something: a series of souvenirs (most of which were models of important monuments) and a penny. This one impressed me more than anything else, perhaps because it was unusual for me as I still ignored its existence or perhaps because the image of the Queen simply struck me. I said nothing at the moment, I contemplated it in silence until my uncle, perhaps noticing the interest, gave it to me. From that moment I began to conceive it as a treasure, precious and unique. I kept it among the other coins, lire and euros. I wanted it to always stand out from the rest. Sometimes i put it in my hands, just to contemplate it for a few seconds, exhume the moment and remember its preciousness. Growing up its meaning varied: after my uncle began to manifest problems. He stopped speaking and he started to live silent days in a dark and quiet room, on which I did not dwell too much gaze, perhaps being unable to understand and analyze the situation. Now that I can analyze the situation for what it was, my relic began to be much more than something unique that stand out among other things. It also became a symbol of my last dialogue with my uncle who, returning from his business travels, always showed me something new. So I started to always carry the coin with me, moving it from one coin purse to another. A few months ago, it disappeared, and sad to say, I have no idea where it is gone.