Day of the dead. Part 2.
- "If you want to see a real
Day of the dead, come here at night."
- Of course I wanted to see a
real Day of the dead.
- I was really curious about
this night party in the cemetery.
- And I was a bit scared.
- "Have you ever been to a
cemetery at night? I'm sure you haven't."
- I thought a lot, to go or not
- I was always curious about
many things in life, especially about dead people.
- And I decided to go.
- I was told that I needed to
be there by 11 pm.
- And I needed to wear yellow
- It was very important.
- Yellow clothes were my ticket
to the party and my protection.
- It was said and it was done.
- I was like a yellow clown at
the gate of the cemetery at 10.50. pm.
- There were very many people
there, about one hundred persons.
- Everybody was wearing yellow
- Some people were really
excited, some people were frightened.
- I was extremely curious.
- At 11 pm the gate were open
- We came inside.
- The Guide said: "You need to
find a grave of your relative, you need to stand
nearby and you need to remember all good things
about him or her and you need to say good words
about this dead person aloud. Go and do this."
- I was kinda scared because I
didn't know what to do. I didn't have any relatives
- I came up to the Guide and
said: "I'm sorry. Can you help me please? I'm
American. I'm a tourist. I have no any relatives
here. But I want to see the real Day of the dead.
What do I need to do? Please."
- The Guide answered: "Just
find a very old grave with a very old person who had
died 200 or 300 years ago. And if nobody comes up to
this grave, to this person, it'll be your personal
dead body for the party. And you'll need to make up
some compliments for this dead person. It's very
- I nodded: "Understood."
- I began my search.
- In 20 minutes I found a grave
with a very old stone and the writing on it: "Jake
- I thought: "Maybe this guy
was American. His name was Jake. He died almost 600
years ago. There is nobody near his grave. He will
be my dead guy for this party. But what can I say to
- It was very noisy in the
cemetery at this moment. Everybody found their
relatives, everybody was saying something. Aloud.
Very loud. Mostly people spoke Spanish.
- But I didn't speak Spanish. I
couldn't speak Spanish.
- I knew in Spanish only:
"Holla. Donde esta la biblioteca?"
- I decided that my guy could
be American and he could know English.
- I started: "Hello friend. I
don't know you but I'm sure you are a nice person.
Your name is really beautiful. I'm sure you were
very brave and strong and kind. You lived not so
long life but I hope you lived a good life..."
- I continued speaking in this
way until 12 am.
- A terrible noise filled out
- The ground was trembling.
- No. It wasn't an earthquake.
- It was something really
- The graves started opening
with a very loud sound.
- Then dead people began to
come out of the graves.
- Alive people were in shock.
- Some people were silent. Some
people were screaming.
- Some people fainted. They just
fell down next to the graves.
- The Guide yelled loudly:
"Just don't run from your grave! Stay where you are.
If you run you'll be dead."
- "Maybe I needed to stay at
the hotel?..." I thought.
- I was scared like everybody
- "Why did I come? Will I die
today? What can happen to me? Can I call the police?
Do I need to pray? Will these dead people eat me?
Mum, come and save me!!!" I yelled inside. I was in
a real panic.
- But I looked around. Nobody
was screaming anymore.
- Alive people were talking to
their dead relatives.
- They smiled, asked a lot of
questions, told their stories.
- I couldn't understand words,
I still didn't know Spanish, but I felt intonations.
- The atmosphere became really
warm and friendly.
- I relaxed for some seconds
but then I felt surprised and a bit frustrated.
- My grave was closed. Nothing
- I said aloud: "Jake, are you
there? I'm waiting for you. Where are you?"
- And I heard a very hoarse
voice from the grave: "I'm coming. Be patient. I'm a
very old guy."
- ... to be continued ...