One of the reasons I have the childrens’ blog of Pablo the Beetle, is to digg deeper into the Mexican culture. I am happy I succeeded to find a child and her family to follow them during several days at the important event Day of the Dead.
Following people so close is such a different experience. It includes a lot of waiting and let go of control. OMG, the last thing wasn’t easy for me! But I enjoyed the warmth and kindness of the Mexicans, which attracted me so many years ago. Especially after so many Mexicans taking advantages of this ‘Gringa’! Calling me this does make me angry. They consider me an American just of my white skin. I’m always fast in shouting ‘Soy Europeana’!
It’s hard to share these 4 days briefly. Loads of impressions and feelings stroke me. One of the things that hit me the most was their real believe of the death family members visiting them.
Every 1st of November there’s a strong wind around 3pm. Their sign of the souls moving back to their houses. I was inside so I didn’t notice the wind. But all the family members were excited that they felt the wind and their loved-ones where back with them. I sat their next to them and the impressive altar. Watching them drinking tequila and beers, cheering on the death family. They never considered me as a foreigner. And they had no idea how honoured I felt being able to share this moment. My camera was quiet for a while, out of respect.