One Hundred Years of Solitude

cart, some barefoot and all of
them with their pants rolled
up, splashing in the mud were
the last survivors of the
surrender at Neerlandia
carrying a drovers staff in one
hand and in the other a
wreath of paper flowers that
had become discolored in the
rain. They appeared like an
unreal vision along the street
which still bore the name of
Colonel Aureliano Buendía
and they all looked at the