One Hundred Years of Solitude

Aureliano did not
understand until then how
much he loved his friends,
how much he missed them,
and how much he would have
given to be with them at that
moment. He put the child in
the basket that his mother had
prepared for him, covered the
face of the corpse with a
blanket, and wandered
aimlessly through the town,
searching for an entrance that
went back to the past. He