“Nowadays where that manhole is situated, my father with other eight men, by a pickaxe removed the weed around the mill of Stari Trg, where they used to live. It was an old Englishman, around 60 years old. He concluded a contract with a man from Stari Trg, to buy a land in that area. My father told me that he said to the man from Stari Trg, “come on Mr.”, I forget the old man’s name… “don’t sell it to me, come and take half of it because here lies a big fortune”. He said: “No, give me 100 liras and you go ahead, I will count the steps and we will mark the border with stones”, “No, sir, 100 liras are nothing compared to a great fortune that lies here. You are not aware what lies in this land”. This is what the Englishman said, adding: “Please, think about this three more days, so on the third day I will come with a lawyer, sign and conclude the contract”. The old man told him: “If you are not coming with 100 lira for me, don’t waste your time coming. And this is my last offer” he said to the translator. This is what my father told me. So he left and afterwards coming back saying: “Mehmet… Mehmet was the old man’s name… Mehmet, what is your offer for Trepça?”. He said “I already have spoken”. So, he brought some towels, like those that our mothers had, big and red towels… tied and filled not with 100, but under 10.000 pieces…: “This is all yours, Mehmet” adding “you don’t know with what wealth God has blessed you with this land”… Mehmet said that “we were 8 men, so he gave us one lira to each of us”, adding “Get up, boys, let’s follow Englishman, count the steps and mark the borderline with stones”. Even today Trepça has borderlines marked with stones”.