One Hundred Years of Solitude

Gaston had returned to
Brussels. Tired of waiting for
the airplane, one day he put
his indispensable things into a
small suitcase, took his file of
correspondence, and left with
the idea of returning by air
before his concession was
turned over to a group of
German pilots who had
presented the provincial
authorities with a more
ambitious project than his.
Since the afternoon of their