One Hundred Years of Solitude

those of happy drunkards and
more often those of onlookers
felled by shots, fists, knives,
and bottles during the brawls.
It was such a tumultuous and
intemperate invasion that
during the first days it was
impossible to walk through
the streets because of the
furniture and trunks, and the
noise of the carpentry of
those who were building their
houses in any vacant lot
without asking anyones