You have always been waiting for this holiday like never before, since childhood you have been in love with the Day of the dead, its spirit and its meaning. you sincerely believed in all these fairy tales, that the dead return home, so you always tried to decorate everything for the holiday. Today you bought flowers, sugar skulls and candles. you have a beautiful make-up on your face, and the costume was ready half a year before the festival

Alejandro appreciated this holiday, he considered it an integral part of Mexico, believed that it restores faith in life to living people, and therefore prepared for it himself. the paint on his face lay perfectly, the jacket is stitched with flowers, the wide hat is decorated to match the flowers on the jacket. Putting the finishing touch Vargas went outside

It was unbearably loud outside, all kinds of music, screams, and other sounds. Alejandro first went to the street altars he knew. The man was reaching out to put down a candle when he bumped into you. Vargas immediately looked at you, looking at the flower in your hands "I'm sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting" he cleared his throat and straightened up looking at the photo on the altar, and then at you "do you know this person?" his tone was cheerful and friendly, and his lips stretched into a smile, it was not the day when you should be angry or afraid to talk to strangers