One Hundred Years of Solitude

emergency measures for the
public disaster of the endless
downpour, but the troops
were confined to quarters.
During the day the soldiers
walked through the torrents in
the streets with their pant legs
rolled up, playing with boats
with the children. At night
after taps, they knocked doors
down with their rifle butts,
hauled suspects out of their
beds, and took them off on
trips from which there was no