These are my earrings. The blue circles are filled with glass from Ancient Rome.
Where exactly the glass came from, I don’t know. It’s unlikely that it came from the Rome itself. Probably one of the outlying provinces.
When I look at them, I feel a connection with the many hands that must have touched the glass. Were they the slaves or the wealthy? Were they sad or happy?
What I do know is that even across the centuries, we have a lot in common.