One Hundred Years of Solitude

people, workers, women, and
children, had spilled out of
the open space in front of the
station and were pressing into
the neighboring streets, which
the army had closed off with
rows of machine guns. At that
time it all seemed more like a
jubilant fair than a waiting
crowd. They had brought
over the fritter and drink
stands from the Street of the
Turks and the people were in
good spirits as they bore the