Rini was quite famous in my hometown Amersfoort. He was homeless and sold newspapers for a living. But his real interest lay in old coins, stamps and ammunition. His metal detector was his prize possesion. Once you started to talk to him he wouldn’t stop talking about whatever new coins he might have found.
When Rini died he was missed on the streets. A lot of people were present at his funeral to say goodbye. As a tribute to Rini I designed wooden coins with his portrait on them. I hid them around our town to keep his memory alive. When someone found a coin they would remember him and hide the coin in a different place so it could be found again. The coins would then roam the streets in all weathers just like Rini did.