Gamex, Mexicain :
"When they leave, it hurts so much. But, when we remember them, why cry? We have to let them rest in peace and think about all the good times we spent together. To make these altars, the ofrendas*, is like gifting them what they loved when they were amongst us. It’s also the opportunity for us to make them a gift, even though they are no longer here physically.
I can imagine you heard these short and teasing poems that talk about the death of our friends, the calaveritas. We don’t wish anyone dead, but we laugh about it. When you’re scared of something, isn’t it easier to live with it when you laugh about it?"