One Hundred Years of Solitude

man with a premonitory
phrase.

            Lets    go, Buendía,    he  told

him. Our time has come.

            So  thats   what    it  was,    the

colonel replied. I was
dreaming that my sores had
burst.

            Rebeca  Buendía got up  at

three in the morning when
she learned that Aureliano
would be shot. She stayed in