WHITE CROSS MONUMENT
Here where the sun quietly lurks every morning over the
horizon, and its rays gently lay down against the foot of Ysterberg ……. Here stands our Monument.
An example of sadness and blood that flowed unnecessary.
Every cross here has a name.
Everyone tells their own story, of torture and murder.
Names of voices that have become silent.
A tombstone.
A wooden box.
A cross.
This is where reality grabs you by the heart, and you standing with emotion from a heart-wrenching memories.
A living Monument, one of a kind, growing
by day. A monument calling for help over the sunrises and sunsets, for this country and his people.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH !!!! ……. But in vain ….more and more crosses are being planted every year, and this because of the bloodshed in the country …….

HEAR OUR PRAYERS O LORD!