In 1957, a monastery from Thailand had to be relocated and the monks had to move a giant statue of Buddha. During the night one monk went to examine the statue with a flashlight and noticed a small ray of light coming out of the crack. Scratching it, he found the statue was covered with a think clay and underneath the clay it was gold. Most likely it was covered with clay before a Burmese army attack, hundreds of years ago. No Thai monks survived that assault. A clay statue of Buddha was of no interest to the invaders, who stole all the precious objects of the settlement. With no survivors, it was not until 1957, when the statue had to be moved, that the great treasure was discovered. Like the Buddha statue we use protective layers. Today I see my vulnerability as my gold, my treasure and I believe that all treasure should not be hidden. My vulnerability is part of my identity. Without my scars I would be a headless Arlequin with a bunch of masks floating like balloons in the air.