One Hundred Years of Solitude

trees instead of acacias on the
streets, and who discovered,
without ever revealing it, a
way to make them live
forever. Many years later,
when Macondo was a field of
wooden houses with zinc
roofs, the broken and dusty
almond trees still stood on the
oldest streets, although no
one knew who had planted
them. While his father was
putting the town in order and
his mother was increasing