One Hundred Years of Solitude

exile, stirred up by the
exciting news that exiles from
all over the Caribbean
brought to Curaçao, he set out
in a smugglers schooner and
appeared in Riohacha with
the bottles of pills that were
nothing but refined sugar and
a diploma from the
University of Leipzig that he
had forged himself. He wept
with disappointment. The
federalist fervor, which the
exiles had pictured as a