One Hundred Years of Solitude

animal skeletons covered
with red lilies, the last
memories of the hordes of
newcomers who had fled
Macondo as wildly as they
had arrived. The houses that
had been built with such haste
during the banana fever had
been abandoned. The banana
company tore down its
installations. All that
remained of the former
wired-in city were the ruins.
The wooden houses, the cool