Early November, Mexico City. It's Dia de los Muertos. The rubble of the earthquake is still scattered in some streets. While the altars are bright and the Mezcal is flowing, it might be the perfect time to think and learn about death.
The markets are filled with statues of creepy saints holding money and skulls. The witch markets are equally fascinating. When I arrive in the National Museum of Anthropology I notice that Mexicans are quite occupied with the afterlife even in Pre-Hispanic times. The Mayans and Aztecs seemed nonchalant about death, and see it as a part of life. This life we have is just a phase, followed by some more. So why worry?
I lived in Mexico for almost two months. My impressions can be found here.