To scream or to be silent, I was in doubt for a moment when I arrived in front of the megalithic crosses on Kornat island, to the place of the greatest tragedy in the history of Croatian fire-fighting. To desecrate the silence which enveloped the hilly part of the island on that September afternoon, bathed in mild sunlight, would be an act of defying reverence to the memorial area, but the appearance of drystone walls formed into crosses looks like inciting a subdued wail which could inadvertently turn into a cry and disturb the sacral soundlessness of the untouched landscape.