One Hundred Years of Solitude

Macondo.

            There   was a   long    silence

on the line. Suddenly the
apparatus jumped with the
pitiless letters from Colonel
Aureliano Buendía.

Dont be a jackass,
Gerineldo, the signals said.
Its natural for it to be raining
in August.

            They    had not seen    each

other for such a long time that