One Hundred Years of Solitude

down in the hammock,
removing the wax from his
ears with a penknife, and in a
few minutes he was asleep.
He dreamed that he was
going into an empty house
with white walls and that he
was upset by the burden of
being the first human being to
enter it. In the dream he
remembered that he had
dreamed the same thing the
night before and on many
nights over the past years and