One Hundred Years of Solitude

that had began before José
Arcadio had reached the age
of reason. Two policemen
who had been chasing
Aureliano Amador for years,
who had tracked him like
bloodhounds across half the
world, came out from among
the almond trees on the
opposite sidewalk and took
two shots with their Mausers
which neatly penetrated the
cross of ashes.