Long ago, at the dawn of time, an important and proud Thracian authority on behalf of Mena put a stone here that long and persistently carried with him in a shoulder bag. He sat on it and began to wait. Slowly it came to his admirers. Asked everyday questions and autographs. Out of all the fact that the neighboring quarry fans Mena peretaskat all cobblestones and do not notice how the city was built around it.