Hill of Crosses
It suddenly occurred to me that as a child I have always had lonely dreams. I dream of endless stretches of land that are calm with no people. I fantasize myself in fields all by myself with little distraction, enjoying the still and calmness of the scene.
We had to walk for about 15 minutes before we reach the hill of crosses. That stretch of road is exactly what I have always dreamed of as a child. I was overwhelmed by simply vast emptiness. But it was nothing compared to the fascination of the sight of thousands of crosses that greeted us when we arrived. The sea of crosses is endless. It stretches all over the small hill and around it. There were crosses in every shape, size, material, design... There is just too many it was shocking.
And the atmosphere is so calm it's almost eerie. It was raining slightly and there wasn't much people around. Each cross there represents their own story and the hill is the place where their story would be told and passed on. I love the feeling, it fascinates me. It's the feeling that there actually existed a history that wants to be told...
There was no solid record of why a collection of crosses appeared in the outskirts of Siauliai. But it can be traced to people who wanted to show respect for those who fight for independence of Lithuania from the Russian Empire.
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