The day, of course, is Nov. 1. But there is more than one day, because there is always more than one tradition to be reckoned with when you’re talking about Mexico.
Had I been on my toes, I would have marked Oct. 28 as a day to remember those who were assassinated or otherwise died violently. The festival runs over several days. In my mind, Halloween has been absorbed.
I have, at times, been a worker of newspaper puzzles. But a recent change in subscriptions prompted me to start reading El Sol de Mexico. I don’t read fluently, and my short daily puzzling over the beautiful language has replaced crosswords and other puzzles.
From el diario I learned why those who died in the past year don’t appear during the festival. The spirits must ask permission to participate. Permissions involve bureaucracies. It takes time.
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