One Hundred Years of Solitude

Macondo before it had been
struck by the banana
company hurricane, were
sitting in the middle of the
street enjoying their first
sunshine. They still had the
green of the algae on their
skin and the musty smell of a
corner that had been stamped
on them by the rain, but in
their hearts they seemed
happy to have recovered the
town in which they had been
born. The Street of the Turks