It seems that now all of Mexico is covered with flowers. Streets, houses, cemeteries, the spirit of the holiday is felt everywhere. People in festive costumes light candles, eat and drink in memory of the dead. Perhaps someone even feels the presence of their souls.

“Can you feel the breath of Mexico already?” Alejandro chuckles, tucking a red flower behind his ear.

Mexico. The day of the Dead. You only have a few days off from work.