White beanie

In the unfortunate year of 2025, when the world is crumbling under countless misfortunes and wars between cultures and countries, yet another disaster strikes—I get robbed in the middle of Tunis.

While singing “Happy Birthday” to my father on the phone, I was suddenly and unprovokedly robbed of my white beanie. A true gem that had always kept my head warm was now far away from me. My head felt cold.

Now, I seek revenge. With this funding, I will purchase another beanie from the same small business in Finland where I got the original—once again ensuring warmth for my head. And ensuring the growth of finnish artesans.

My name is Julius - and this is my story.