It’s like a drug. One hit of it and you’re under its spell, and then all you can think about is more. When you’ll have it again. When you’ll relive that rush of holding it in your hands. The thrill of announcing it to the world. The glory and fame that comes afterwards.
At least, that’s how it was for me. It was the reason I became an archaeologist. Finding an ancient relic that told a story of the past: it was my addiction. I lived for the chance to find an artefact that could rewrite history, something so significant that it wouldn’t just illuminate the past, it would shine a light on me.Continue Reading