One Hundred Years of Solitude

ran out into the street and saw
Aureliano Triste waving from
the locomotive, and in a
trance they saw the flower-
bedecked train which was
arriving for the first time
eight months late. The
innocent yellow train that was
to bring so many ambiguities
and certainties, so many
pleasant and unpleasant
moments, so many changes,
calamities, and feelings of
nostalgia to Macondo.