The Scissors

Long, long ago, almost three centuries ago, the soldier Huban brought into his home a pair of steel scissors.  

Over the years, it was passed down from generation to generation, and the hands that touched it were teachers and merchants, clergymen and revolutionaries, soldiers and artists.

The scissors experienced many wonderful, funny, scary and even mystical adventures and took part in turning points for Bulgaria.

Over time, it turned from a simple instrument into something more. It became a magical key to ancestral memory.

So one day, when the scissor was far from Bulgaria, its power awoke and it was time to tell its story.

Peek into this window into the past. You may find a piece of yourself there.