in the toraja region of sulawesi, in indonesia, centuries—old customs make the dead a constant part oft in the house and cared for as if he‘s sick, not dead. to preserve corpses, formalin is often injected into the body. my dad died three years ago, and we buried him in two days, it was all very sudden, it was all very bam bam. and to be honest with you, a few years on, i still feel like i haven‘t adjusted, it was just too sudden, i‘m still in a bit of a shock. what‘s really incredible is that none of these kids seem to be fazed by the fact that there is a dead person lying here, and everybody‘s so calm. like many people, i‘ve never really liked the idea of being around corpses. so much so that when my own father passed away, i refused to go and see his body one last time before his burial — something i still feel guilty about. this is paolo sirinda. he died over 12 years ago, and his daughter looks after him. this process, having him in the house, well, in your case, for 12 years — do you think this helps you deal with the grief? i wish i had that kind of opportunity to adjust to my d