Before the second war, my father, then age twenty, was third mate on an American ship that sailed to the Black Sea and back. Among the souvenirs of that time were some Bulgarian coins dated 1930 on the obverse of which is a man on plow horse for which he is clearly over-sized, apparently skewering some kind of half-sized lion while a dog carries up the rear.
It says simply, Krum, 814.
Clearly some kind of serious hero to get on both the five and the ten leva coin, and as he is obviously a household name in Bulgaria, it’s a little shameful that as an American I’d not heard of him before. And what of 814?