One Hundred Years of Solitude

ordered such a minute search
that they did not miss the
eighteen little gold fishes that
had not been melted down
and that were hidden behind
the bottles Is their tin can.
The officer examined them
one by one on the workbench
and then he turned human. Id
like to take one, if I may, he
said. At one time they were a
mark of subversion, but now
theyre relics. He was young,
almost an adolescent, with no