One Hundred Years of Solitude

and that Macondo finally had
peace after many years.
Those wanderings led him to
the prostrate red-light district,
where in other times bundles
of banknotes had been burned
to liven up the revels, and
which at that time was a maze
of streets more afflicted and
miserable than the others,
with a few red lights still
burning and with deserted
dance halls adorned with the
remnants of wreaths, where