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Next point of our journey was The Hill of Crosses.
We started late, it was getting dark and Nikos was getting nervous that we will not arrive there in daylight. But I didn’t know where are we, where do we go and how far is it... So I was observing clouds...
Finally we managed to reach the hill:



The place made melancholy impression on me... (maybe it was especially after morning visit in KGB museum...)

Older part looked like old, neglected cemetery:





Top of the hill brought to my mind place of execution..





Althought it shouldn’t. Crosses don’t symbolize only death, they were signs of prayer, love, requests for blessing...
I saw a cross of newlyweds:



family:



from all over the world:


(do you recognize writing on the two crosses in the middle? )

Some crosses were really beautifully decorated:



And some scenes looked rather scary



You could find there not only crosses:



or...