Once all was prepared, we dressed up and received the people at the gates (like in a terror passage). The party started and the teachers used to join us later, with customs too. The evening could last more or less, depending to when the police appeared to vacate us (due the noise...fucking neighbors, agh.)
Then we continue the party in pubs, of course.
The last time I celebrated Halloween I chose the custom of Pater Karras. A friend of mine found a treasure near her house. Someone has thrown at the garbage 3-4 bags full of a priest's belongings (a priest which was recently dead, I guess). Cassocks, crucifixes, religious card illustrations, folders with notes, letters....a lot of shit. She gives me one of the cassocks as a gift for Halloween (luckily the priest was a fucken pigmy; the robe was my size, haha). I wash it conscientiously, and the added a black hat to the costume. I really looked like Pater Karras, especially because another friend joined me dressed as Regan MacNeil. Totally epic.
How I miss these days and these parties. I must organize something for Carnival. I already have in mind my costume...bwahaha.
Meanwhile, here I left my 'halloween picture'. Nothing fancy, but well...next year, more and better.
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