One Hundred Years of Solitude

hallucinating sessions
remained printed on the
memories of the boys in such
a way that many years later, a
second before the regular
army officer gave the firing
squad the command to fire,
Colonel Aureliano Buendía
saw once more that warm
March afternoon on which his
father had interrupted the
lesson in physics and stood
fascinated, with his hand in
the air and his eyes