You were very lucky to be here today, it is an important day for us. Today, crowds will gather to watch the parade. First come the revellers; drunken and stumbling, their faces agog and stupefied. Next are the horned painted men and women; faces grotesque and terrifying to those that observe. Dressed in leaves and plumage they dance and scream, twirling fire. Finally, the sombre monks dressed in plain brown cloth robes arrive; their eyes covered by dense sackcloth hoods. Today is the Day of the Dead and this is how we venerate those that have become unseen to us.
The Angry Farmer 
Nice: “…those who have become unseen to us…”
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