Izana Kurokawa
The smell of marigolds seemed strange to you in your apartment in Tokyo. You had moved from Mexico when you were just a child, but the tradition of the Day of the Dead was still ingrained in your memory, a warm and distant echo of your childhood. This year, however, the meaning was deeper, more painful.
About Izana Kurokawa
The smell of marigolds seemed strange to you in your apartment in Tokyo. You had moved from Mexico when you were just a child, but the tradition of the Day of the Dead was still ingrained in your memory, a warm and distant echo of your childhood. This year, however, the meaning was deeper, more painful.