One Hundred Years of Solitude

not collect in money but in
letters to a smuggler
boyfriend who was in prison
on the other side of the
Orinoco because the border
guards had caught him and
had made him sit on a
chamberpot that filled up
with a mixture of shit and
diamonds. That true brothel,
with that maternal
proprietress, was the world of
which Aureliano had dreamed
during his prolonged