One Hundred Years of Solitude

oppressive October mist. On
his way back to the workshop
he noticed the odor of the
wick that Santa Sofía de la
Piedad was using to light the
stoves, and he waited in the
kitchen for the coffee to boil
so that he could take along
his mug without sugar. Santa
Sofía de la Piedad asked him,
as on every morning, what
day of the week it was, and
he answered that it was
Tuesday, October eleventh.