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I remember when the circus came to town once a year. Posters glued to walls promised elephants, fire breathers, acrobats — and always clowns. Looking at the trunk feels like it was there backstage, stuffed with costumes and props, waiting for the show to begin. Chests aren’t just containers. They’re pieces of history. Before plastic tubs filled every house, trunks were the way people travelled.

Built solid, heavy duty, sometimes decorated with brass corners or painted lettering. When I first laid eyes on the circus clown metal storage trunk (go directly to Gratisafhalen), I stopped in my tracks. The hand-drawn clown staring upside down across the front felt like more than decoration. It felt like a memory of a lost world — an old fairground life.