The Lollipop Shoes [antikvár]

1Wednesday, 31st October Dia de los MuertosIT IS A RELATIVELY LITTLE-KNOWN FACT THAT, OVER THE COURSE OFa single year, about twenty million letters are delivered to the dead. People forget to stop the mail - those grieving widows and prospective heirs - and so magazine subscriptions remain uncancelled; distant friends unnotified; library fines unpaid. That's twenty million circulars, bank statements, credit cards, love letters, junk mail, greetings, gossip and bills, dropping daily on to doormats or parquet floors, thrust casually through railings, wedged into letter-boxes, accumulating in stairwells, left unwanted on porches and steps, never to reach their addressee. The dead don't care. More importantly, neither do the living. The living just follow their petty concerns, quite unaware that very close by, a miracle is taking place. The dead are coming back to life.It doesn't take much to raise the dead. A couple of bills; a name; a postcode; nothing that can't be found in any13