The flapping sound is not rhythmic and melodious, rather it seems to express the agony of a problem shared by most of the world. Stiff dogs, skeletons of cows, indistinguishable animals squished flat, becoming part of the road. Sometimes an eye is left to watch us as we pass. These sights and smells are part of our daily life. The vehicles are abandoned and stripped into skeletons, often becoming shelters for rest stops.
Crosses marking where people have died seem to be most plentiful on paved roads between cities.
The crosses may be wood or metal held by poured cement or mounds of rocks. Most are adorned with colorful plastic flowers and ribbons. Sometimes a shrine is built, ranging in size and design from a depression in a tree to a rock cave in a cliff or a miniature house enclosed in a fence. We have also seen closet-sized rooms with metal grate doors. Inside are pictures of Jesus or Mary, and for those wishing to be saved, plenty of candles and sometimes coins.