earth she was unaware that her irreparable fate as a disturbing woman was a daily disaster. Every time she
appeared in the dining room, against 2rsula’s orders, she caused a panic of exasperation among the outsiders. It
was all too evident that she was completely naked underneath her crude nightshirt and no one could understand
that her shaved and perfect skull was not some kind of challenge, and that the boldness with which she
uncovered her thighs to cool off was not a criminal provocation, nor was her pleasure when she sucked her
fingers after. eating. What no member of the family ever knew was that the strangers did not take long to realize
that Remedios the Beauty gave off a breath of perturbation, a tormenting breeze that was still perceptible several
hours after she had passed by. Men expert in the disturbances of love, experienced all over the world,tcos gold, stated that
they had never suffered an anxiety similar to the one produced by the natural smell of Remedios the Beauty. On
the porch with the begonias, in the parlor, in any place in the house, it was possible to point out the exact place
where she had been and the time that had passed since she had left it. It was a definite, unmistakable trace that no
one in the family could distinguish because it had been incorporated into the daily odors for a long time, but it
was one that the outsiders identified immediately. They were the only ones, therefore, who understood how the
young commander of the guard had died of love and how a gentleman from a faraway land had been plunged
into desperation. Unaware of the restless circle in which she moved,chronicles of spellborn gold, of the unbearable state of intimate calamity
that she provoked as she passed by, Remedios the Beauty treated the men without the least bit of malice and in
the end upset them with her innocent complaisance. When 2rsula succeeded in imposing the command that she
eat with Amaranta in the kitchen so that the outsiders would not see her, she felt more comfortable, because, after
all, she was beyond all discipline. In reality, it made no difference to her where she ate, and not at regular hours
but according to the whims of her appetite. Sometimes she would get up to have lunch at three in the morning,
sleep all day long, and she spent several months with her timetable all in disarray until some casual incident
would bring her back into the order of things. When things were going better she would get up at eleven o’clock
in the morning and shut herself up until two o’clock, completely nude, in the bathroom, killing scorpions as she
came out of her dense and prolonged sleep. Then she would throw water from the cistern over herself with a
gourd. It was an act so prolonged, so meticulous,star wars credits, so rich in ceremonial aspects that one who did not know her
well would have thought that she was given over to the deserved adoration of her own body. For her,swg credits, however,
that solitary rite lacked all sensuality and was simply a way of passing the time until she was hungry. One day, as
she began to bathe herself, a stranger lifted a tile from the roof and was breathless at the tremendous spectacle of
her nudity. She saw his desolate eyes through the broken tiles and had no reaction of shame but rather one of
alarm.
“Be careful,?she exclaimed. “You’ll fall.?
“I just wanted to see you,?the foreigner murmured.
“Oh, all right,?she said. “But be careful, those tiles are rotten.?
The stranger’s face had a pained expression of stupor and he seemed to be battling silently against his primary
instincts so as not to break up the mirage. Remedios the Beauty thought that he was suffering from the fear that
the tiles would break and she bathed herself more quickly than usual so that the man would not be in danger.
While she was pouring water from the, cistern she told him that the roof was in that state because she thought
that the bed of leaves had been rotted by the rain and that was what was filling the bathroom with scorpions. The
stranger thought that her small talk was a way of covering her complaisance, so that when she began to soap
herself he gave into temptation and went a step further.
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more except on very rare occasions when he would sit at the street door. 2rsula, on the other hand, even during
the days when she was already dragging her feet and walking about groping along the walls, felt a juvenile
excitement as the time for the arrival of the train approached. “We have to prepare some meat and fish,swg power leveling,?she
would order the four cooks, who hastened to have everything ready under the imperturbable direction of Santa
Sofaa de la Piedad. “We have to prepare everything,?she insisted, “because we never know what these strangers
like to eat.?The train arrived during the hottest time of day. At lunchtime the house shook with the bustle of a
marketplace, and the perspiring guests?awho did not even know who their hosts were?atrooped in to occupy the
best places at the table,tcos gold, while the cooks bumped into each other with enormous kettles of soup, pots of meat,
large gourds filled with vegetables, and troughs of rice, and passed around the contents of barrels of lemonade
with inexhaustible ladles. The disorder was such that Fernanda was troubled by the idea that many were eating
twice and on more than one occasion she was about to burst out with a vegetable hawker’s insults because
someone at the table in confusion asked her for the check. More than a year had gone by since Mr. Herbert’s visit
and the only thing that was known was that the gringos were planning to plant banana trees in the enchanted
region that Jos?Arcadio Buendaa and his men had crossed in search of the route to the great inventions. Two
other sons of Colonel Aureliano Buendaa, with the cross of ashes on their foreheads,swg credits, arrived, drawn by that great
volcanic belch, and they justified their determination with a phrase that may have explained everybody’s reasons.
“We came,?they said, “because everyone is coming.?
Remedios the Beauty was the only one who was immune to the banana plague. She was becalmed in a
magnificent adolescence, more and more impenetrable to formality, more and more indifferent to malice and
suspicion, happy in her own world of simple realities. She did not understand why women complicated their
lives with corsets and petticoats, so she sewed herself a coarse cassock that she simply put over her and without
further difficulties resolved the problem of dress, without taking away the feeling of being naked, which
according to her lights was the only decent way to be when at home. They bothered her so much to cut the rain of
hair that already reached to her thighs and to make rolls with combs and braids with red ribbons that she simply
shaved her head and used the hair to make wigs for the saints. The startling thing about her simplifying instinct
was that the more she did away with fashion in a search for comfort and the more she passed over conventions as
she obeyed spontaneity, the more disturbing her incredible beauty became and the more provocative she became
to men. When the sons of Colonel Aureliano Buendaa were in Macondo for the first time, 2rsula remembered
that in their veins they bore the same blood as her great-granddaughter and she shuddered with a forgotten fright.
“Keep your eyes wide open,?she warned her. “With any of them your children will come out with the tail of a
pig.?The girl paid such little attention to the warning that she dressed up as a man and rolled around in the sand
in order to climb the greased pole, and she was at the point of bringing on a tragedy among the seventeen
cousins, who were driven mad by the unbearable spectacle. That was why none of them slept at the house when
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they visited the town and the four who had stayed lived in rented rooms at 2rsula’s insistence. Remedios the
Beauty, however,buy tales of pirates gold, would have died laughing if she had known about that precaution. Until her last moment on
understandable. Endowed with means that had been reserved for Divine Providence in former times, they
changed the pattern of the rams, accelerated the cycle of harvest, and moved the river from where it had always
been and put it with its white stones and icy currents on the other side of the town, behind the cemetery. It was at
that time that they built a fortress of reinforced concrete over the faded tomb of Jos?Arcadio, so that the corpses
smell of powder would not contaminate the waters. For the foreigners who arrived without love they converted
the street of the loving matrons from France into a more extensive village than it had been, and on one glorious
Wednesday they brought in a trainload of strange whores, Babylonish women skilled in age-old methods and in
possession of all manner of unguents and devices to stimulate the unaroused,sro gold, to give courage to the timid, to
satiate the voracious, to exalt the modest man, to teach a lesson to repeaters, and to correct solitary people. The
Street of the Turks, enriched by well-lit stores with products from abroad, displacing the old bazaars with their
bright colors, overflowed on Saturday nights with the crowds of adventurers who bumped into each other among
gambling tables, shooting galleries, the alley where the future was guessed and dreams interpreted, and tables of
fried food and drinks, and on Sunday mornings there were scattered on the ground bodies that were sometimes
those of happy drunkards and more often those of onlookers felled by shots, fists, knives, and bottles during the
brawls. It was such a tumultuous and intemperate invasion that during the first days it was impossible to walk
through the streets because of the furniture and trunks, and the noise of the carpentry of those who were building
their houses in any vacant lot without asking anyone’s permission, and the scandalous behavior of couples who
hung their hammocks between the almond trees and made love under the netting in broad daylight and in view of
everyone. The only serene corner had been established by peaceful West Indian Negroes, who built a marginal
street with wooden houses on piles where they would sit in the doors at dusk singing melancholy hymns in their
disordered gabble. So many changes took place in such a short time that eight months after Mr. Herbert’s visit
the old inhabitants had a hard time recognizing their own town.
“Look at the mess we’ve got ourselves into,?Colonel Aureliano Buendaa said at that time, “just because we
invited a gringo to eat some bananas.?
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Aureliano Segundo, on the other hand, could not contain his happiness over the avalanche of foreigners. The
house was suddenly filled with unknown guests, with invincible and worldly carousers, and it became necessary
to add bedrooms off the courtyard,sro gold, widen the dining room, and exchange the old table for one that held sixteen
people, with new china and silver, and even then they had to eat lunch in shifts. Fernanda had to swallow her
scruples and their guests of the worst sort like kings as they muddied the porch with their boots, urinated in the
garden. laid their mats down anywhere to take their siesta,cheap runescape money, and spoke without regard for the sensitivities of ladies
or the proper behavior of gentlemen. Amaranta, was so scandalized with the plebeian invasion that she went back
to eating in the kitchen as in olden days. Colonel Aureliano Buendaa, convinced that the majority of those who
came into his workshop to greet him were not doing it because of sympathy or regard but out of the curiosity to
meet a historical relic, a museum fossil,rs money, decided to shut himself in by barring the door and he was not seen any
come across him by chance as he protested In broken Spanish because there were no rooms at the Hotel Jacob,
and as he frequently did with strangers, he took him home. He was in the captive-balloon business, which had
taken him halfway around the world with excellent profits, but he had not succeeded in taking anyone up in
Macondo because they considered that invention backward after having seen and tried the gypsies?flying carpets.
He was leaving, therefore, on the next train. When they brought to the table the tiger-striped bunch of bananas
that they were accustomed to hang in the dining room during lunch, he picked the first piece of fruit without
great enthusiasm. But he kept on eating as he spoke, tasting, chewing, more with the distraction of a wise man
than with the delight of a good eater, and when he finished the first bunch he asked them to bring him another.
Then he took a small case with optical instruments out of the toolbox that he always carried with him. With the
auspicious attention of a diamond merchant he examined the banana meticulously, dissecting it with a special
scalpel, weighing the pieces on a pharmacist’s scale, and calculating its breadth with a gunsmith’s calipers. Then
he took a series of instruments out of the chest with which he measured the temperature,silkroad gold, the level of humidity in
the atmosphere, and the intensity of the light. It was such an intriguing ceremony that no one could eat in peace
as everybody waited for Mr. Herbert to pass a final and revealing judgment, but he did not say anything that
allowed anyone to guess his intentions.
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On the days that followed he was seen with a net and a small basket hunting butterflies on the outskirts of
town. On Wednesday a group of engineers, agronomists, hydrologists, topographers, and surveyors arrived who
for several weeks explored the places where Mr. Herbert had hunted his butterflies. Later on Mr. Jack Brown
arrived in an extra coach that had been coupled onto the yellow train and that was silver-plated all over, with
seats of episcopal velvet,buy shaiya gold, and a roof of blue glass. Also arriving on the special car, fluttering around Mr. Brown,
were the solemn lawyers dressed in black who in different times had followed Colonel Aureliano Buendaa
everywhere, and that led the people to think that the agronomists, hydrologists, topographers, and surveyors, like
Mr. Herbert with his captive balloons and his colored butterflies and Mr. Brown with his mausoleum on wheels
and his ferocious German shepherd dogs, had something to do with the war. There was not much time to think
about it, however, because the suspicious inhabitants of Macondo barely began to wonder what the devil was
going on when the town had already become transformed into an encampment of wooden houses with zinc roofs
inhabited by foreigners who arrived on the train from halfway around the world,wow gold, riding not only on the seats and
platforms but even on the roof of the coaches. The gringos, who later on brought their languid wives in muslin
dresses and large veiled hats, built a separate town across the railroad tracks with streets lined with palm trees,
houses with screened windows, small white tables on the terraces, and fans mounted on the ceilings, and
extensive blue lawns with peacocks and quails. The section was surrounded by a metal fence topped with a band
of electrified chicken wire which during the cool summer mornings would be black with roasted swallows. No
one knew yet what they were after, or whether they were actually nothing but philanthropists,silkroad online gold, and they had
already caused a colossal disturbance, much more than that of the old gypsies, but less transitory and
merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for the character who had died
and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears of affliction had been shed would reappear alive and
transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the
actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno
Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional
outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many felt that they had been the victims of some
new and showy gypsy business and they decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had
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too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings. Something similar
happened with the cylinder phonographs that the merry matrons from France brought with them as a substitute
for the antiquated hand organs and that for a time had serious effects on the livelihood of the band of musicians.
At first curiosity increased the clientele on the forbidden street and there was even word of respectable ladies
who disguised themselves as workers in order to observe the novelty of the phonograph from first hand, but from
so much and such close observation they soon reached the conclusion that it was not an enchanted mill as
everyone had thought and as the matrons had said,cheap rs money, but a mechanical trick that could not be compared with
something so moving,cheap flyff penya, so human, and so full of everyday truth as a band of musicians. It was such a serious
disappointment that when phonographs became so popular that there was one in every house they were not
considered objects for amusement for adults but as something good for children to take apart. On the other hand,
when someone from the town had the opportunity to test the crude reality of the telephone installed in the
railroad station, which was thought to be a rudimentary version of the phonograph because of its crank, even the
most incredulous were upset. It was as if God had decided to put to the test every capacity for surprise and was
keeping the inhabitants of Macondo in a permanent alternation between excitement and disappointment, doubt
and revelation, to such an extreme that no one knew for certain where the limits of reality lay. It was an intricate
stew of truths and mirages that convulsed the ghost of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa under the chestnut tree with
impatience and made him wander all through the house even in broad daylight. Ever since the railroad had been
officially inaugurated and had begun to arrive with regularity on Wednesdays at eleven o’clock and the primitive
wooden station with a desk, a telephone,silkroad online gold, and a ticket window had been built, on the streets of Macondo men and
women were seen who had adopted everyday and normal customs and manners but who really looked like
people out of a circus. In a town that had chafed under the tricks of the gypsies there was no future for those
ambulatory acrobats of commerce who with equal effrontery offered a whistling kettle and a daily regime that
would assure the salvation of the soul on the seventh day; but from those who let themselves be convinced out of
fatigue and the ones who were always unwary, they reaped stupendous benefits. Among those theatrical
creatures, wearing riding breeches and leggings,rose zuly, a pith helmet and steel-rimmed glasses, with topaz eyes and the
skin of a thin rooster, there arrived in Macondo on one of so many Wednesdays the chubby and smiling Mr.
Herbert, who ate at the house.
No one had noticed him at the table until the first bunch of bananas had been eaten. Aureliano Segundo had
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“We have to bring in the railroad,?he said.
That was the first time that the word had ever been heard in Macondo. Looking at the sketch that Aureliano
Triste drew on the table and that was a direct descendent of the plans with which Jos?Arcadio Buendaa had
illustrated his project for solar warfare, 2rsula confirmed her impression that time was going in a circle. But
unlike his forebear, Aureliano Triste did not lose any sleep or appetite nor did he torment anyone with crises of ill
humor,silkroad online gold, but he considered the most harebrained of projects as immediate possibilities, made rational calculations
about costs and dates, and brought them off without any intermediate exasperation. If Aureliano Segundo had
something of his great-grandfather in him and lacked something of Colonel Aureliano Buendaa, it was an
absolute indifference to mockery, and he gave the money to bring the railroad with the same lighthearted air with
which he had given it for his brother’s absurd navigation project. Aureliano Triste consulted the calendar and left
the following Wednesday, planning to return after the rains had passed. There was no more news of him.
Aureliano Centeno, overwhelmed by the abundance of the factory,silkroad power leveling, had already begun to experiment with the
production of ice with a base of fruit juices instead of water, and without knowing it or thinking about it, he
conceived the essential fundamentals for the invention of sherbet. In that way he planned to diversify the
production of an enterprise he considered his own, because his brother showed no signs of returning after the
rains had passed and a whole summer had gone by with no news of him. At the start of another winter, however,
a woman who was washing clothes in the river during the hottest time of the day ran screaming down the main
street in an alarming state of commotion.
“It’s coming,?she finally explained. “Something frightful,buy shaiya gold, like a kitchen dragging a village behind it.?
At that moment the town was shaken by a whistle with a fearful echo and a loud, panting respiration. During
the previous weeks they had seen the gangs who were laying ties and tracks and no one paid attention to them
because they thought it was some new trick of the gypsies, coming back with whistles and tambourines and their
age-old and discredited song and dance about the qualities of some concoction put together by journeyman
geniuses of Jerusalem. But when they recovered from the noise of the whistles and the snorting, all the
inhabitants ran out into the street and saw Aureliano Triste waving from the locomotive, and in a trance they saw
the flower-bedecked train which was arriving for the first time eight months late. The innocent yellow train that
was to bring so many ambiguities and certainties, so many pleasant and unpleasant moments, so many changes,cheap sro gold,
calamities, and feelings of nostalgia to Macondo.
Chapter 12
DAZZLED BY SO MANY and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo did not know where their
amazement began. They stayed up all night looking at the pale electric bulbs fed by the plant that Aureliano
Triste had brought back when the train made its second trip, and it took time and effort for them to grow
accustomed to its obsessive toom-toom. They be. came indignant over the living images that the prosperous
awareness that she was alive and rotting in her wormhole was the implacable and aging Amaranta. She thought
of her at dawn, when the ice of her heart awakened her in her solitary bed, and she thought of her when she
soaped her withered breasts and her lean stomach, and when she put on the white stiff-starched petticoats and
corsets of old age, and when she changed the black bandage of terrible expiation on her hand. Always, at every
moment, asleep and awake, during the most sublime and most abject moments,rappelz rupees, Amaranta thought about Rebeca,
because solitude had made a selection in her memory and had burned the dimming piles of nostalgic waste that
life had accumulated in her heart, and had purified, magnified and eternalized the others, the most bitter ones.
Remedios the Beauty knew about Rebeca’s existence from her. Every time they passed the run-down house she
would tell her about an unpleasant incident, a tale of hate, trying in that way to make her extended rancor be
shared by her niece and consequently prolonged beyond death, but her plan did not work because Remedios was
immune to any kind of passionate feelings and much less to those of others. 2rsula, on the other hand,cheap rose online zuly, who had
suffered through a process opposite to Amaranta’s, recalled R ebeca with a memory free of impurities, for the
image of the pitiful child brought to the house with the bag containing her parents?bones prevailed over the
offense that had made her unworthy to be connected to the family tree any longer. Aureliano Segundo decided
that they would have to bring her to the house and take care of her, but his good intentions were frustrated by the
firm intransigence of Rebeca, who had needed many years of suffering and misery in order to attain the
privileges of solitude and who was not disposed to renounce them in exchange for an old age disturbed by the
false attractions of charity.
In February, when the sixteen sons of Colonel Aureliano Buendaa returned, still marked with the cross of
ashes, Aureliano Triste spoke to them about Rebeca in the tumult of the celebration and in half a day they
restored the appearance of the house, changing doors and windows, painting the front with gay colors, bracing
walls and pouring fresh cement on the floor, but they could not get any authorization to continue the work inside.
Rebeca did not even come to the door. She let them finish the mad restoration, then calculated what it had cost
and sent Arg|nida, her old servant who was still with her, to them with a handful of coins that had been
withdrawn from circulation after the last war and that Rebeca thought were still worth something it was then that
they saw to what a fantastic point her separation from the world had arrived and they understood that it would be
impossible to rescue her from her stubborn enclosure while she still had a breath of life in her.
On the second visit by the sons of Colonel Aureliano Buendaa to Macondo, another of them, Aureliano
Centeno, stayed on to work with Aureliano Triste. He was one of the first who had been brought to the house for
baptism and 2rsula and Amaranta remembered him very well because in a few hours he had destroyed every
breakable object that passed through his hands. Time had moderated his early impulse for growth and he was a
man of average height marked by smallpox scars, but his amazing power for manual destruction remained intact.
He broke so many plates, even without touching them,buy rose zulie, that Fernanda decided to buy him a set of pewterware
before he did away with the last pieces of her expensive china, and even the resistant metal plates were soon
dented and twisted. But to make up for that irremediable power, which was exasperating even for him, he had a
cordiality that won the immediate confidence of others and a stupendous capacity for work. In a short time he
had increased the production of ice to such a degree that it was too much for the local market and Aureliano
Triste had to think about the possibility of expanding the business to other towns in the swamp. It was then that
he thought of the decisive step,flyff penya, not only for the modernization of his business but to link the town with the rest of
the world.
Some months after his arrival, when he was already well-known and well-liked, Aureliano Triste went about
looking for a house so that he could send for his mother and an unmarried sister (who was not the colonel’s
daughter),rose online zuly, and he became interested in the run-down big house that looked abandoned on a corner of the square.
He asked who owned it. Someone told him that it did not belong to anyone, that in former times a solitary widow
who fed on earth and whitewash from the walls had lived there, and that in her last years she was seen only twice
on the street with a hat of tiny artificial flowers and shoes the color of old silver when she crossed the square to
the post office to mail a letter to the Bishop. They told him that her only companion was a pitiless servant woman
who killed dogs and cats and any animal that got into the house and threw their corpses into the middle of the
street in order to annoy people with the rotten stench. So much time had passed since the sun had mummified the
empty skin of the last animal that everybody took it for granted that the lady of the house and the maid had died
long before the wars were over, and that if the house was still standing it was because in recent years there had
not been a rough winter or destructive wind. The hinges had crumbled with rust, the doors were held up only by
clouds of cobwebs, the windows were soldered shut by dampness, and the floor was broken by grass and
wildflowers and in the cracks lizards and all manner of vermin had their nests, all of which seemed to confirm
the notion that there had not been a human being there for at least half a century. The impulsive Aureliano Triste
did not need such proof to proceed. He pushed on the main door with his shoulder and the worm-eaten wooden
frame fell down noiselessly amid a dull cataclysm of dust and termite nests. Aureliano Triste stood on the
threshold waiting for the dust to clear and then he saw in the center of the room the squalid woman, still dressed
in clothing of the past century,cheap flyff penya, with a few yellow threads on her bald head, and with two large eyes, still
beautiful, in which the last stars of hope had gone out, and the skin of her face was wrinkled by the aridity of
solitude. Shaken by that vision from another world, Aureliano Triste barely noticed that the woman was aiming
an antiquated pistol at him.
“I beg your pardon,?he murmured.
She remained motionless in the center of the room filled with knickknacks, examining inch by inch the giant
with square shoulders and with a tattoo of ashes on his forehead, and through the haze of dust she saw him in the
haze of other times with a double-barreled shotgun on his shoulder and a string of rabbits in his hand.
“For the love of God,rs money,?she said in a low voice, it’s not right for them to come to me with that memory now.?
“I want to rent the house,?Aureliano Triste said.
The woman then raised the pistol, aiming with a firm wrist at the cross of ashes, and she held the trigger with a
determination against which there was no appeal.
“Get out,?she ordered.
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That night at dinner Aureliano Triste told the family about the episode and 2rsula wept with consternation.
“Holy God!?she exclaimed, clutching her head with her hands. “She’s still alive!?Time, wars,rappelz rupees, the countless
everyday disasters had made her forget about Rebeca. The only one who had not lost for a single minute the
appearance, of all types and colors, but all with a solitary air that would have been enough to identify them
anywhere on earth. They were his sons. Without any previous agreement, without knowing each other, they had
arrived from the most distant corners of the coast, captivated by the talk of the jubilee. They all bore with pride
the name Aureliano and the last name of their mothers. The three days that they stayed in the house, to the
satisfaction of 2rsula and the scandal of Fernanda, were like a state war. Amaranta searched among old papers
for the ledger where 2rsula had written down the names and birth and baptism dates of all of them, and beside
the space for each one she added his present address. That list could well have served as a recapitulation of
twenty years of war. From it the nocturnal itinerary of the colonel from the dawn he left Macondo at the head of
twenty-one men on his way to a fanciful rebellion until he returned for the last time wrapped in a blanket stiff
with blood could have been reconstructed. Aureliano Segundo did not let the chance go by to regale his cousins
with a thunderous champagne and accordion party that was interpreted as a tardy adjustment of accounts with the
carnival, which went awry because of the jubilee. They smashed half of the dishes, they destroyed the rose
bushes as they chased a bull they were trying to hog-tie, they killed the hens by shooting them, they made
Amaranta dance the sad waltzes of Pietro Crespi, they got Remedios the Beauty to put on a pair of men’s pants
and climb a greased pole, and in the dining room they turned loose a pig daubed with lard, which prostrated
Fernanda, but no one regretted the destruction because the house shook with a healthy earthquake. Colonel
Aureliano Buendaa who at first received them with mistrust and even doubted the parentage of some, was
amused by their wildness, and before they left he gave each one a little gold fish. Even the withdrawn Jos?
Arcadio Segundo offered them an afternoon of cockfights, which was at the point of ending in tragedy because
several of the Aurelianos were so expert in matters of the cockpit that they spotted Father Antonio Isabel’s tricks
at once. Aureliano Segundo, who saw the limitless prospect of wild times offered by those mad relatives, decided
that they should all stay and work for him. The only one who accepted was Aureliano Triste, a big mulatto with
the drive and explorer’s spirit of his grandfather. He had already tested his fortune in half the world and it did not
matter to him where he stayed. The others, even though they were unmarried, considered their destinies
established. They were all skillful craftsmen,buy rs gold, the men of their houses,rose online zuly, peace-loving people. The Ash Wednesday
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before they went back to scatter out along the coast, Amaranta got them to put on Sunday clothes and accompany
her to church. More amused than devout, they let themselves be led to the altar rail where Father Antonio Isabel
made the sign of the cross in ashes on them. Back at the house, when the youngest tried to clean his forehead,rose online zulie, he
discovered that the mark was indelible and so were those of his brothers. They tried soap and water,runescape gold, earth and a
scrubbing brush, and lastly a pumice stone and lye, but they could not remove the crosses. On the other hand,
Amaranta and the others who had gone to mass took it off without any trouble. “It’s better that way,?2rsula
stated as she said goodbye to them. “From now on everyone will know who you are.?They went off in a troop,
preceded by a band of musicians and shooting off fireworks, and they left behind in the town an impression that
the Buendaa line had enough seed for many centuries. Aureliano Triste, with the cross of ashes on his forehead,
set up on the edge of town the ice factory that Jos?Arcadio Buendaa had dreamed of in his inventive delirium.
the lead cover and saw Don Fernando, dressed in black and with a crucifix on his chest, his skin broken out in
pestilential sores and cooking slowly in a frothy stew with bubbles like live pearls.
A short time after the birth of their daughter, the unexpected jubilee for Colonel Aureliano, Buendaa, ordered
by the government to celebrate another anniversary of the Treaty of Neerlandia,wow gold, was announced. It was a
decision so out of line with official policy that the colonel spoke out violently against it and rejected the homage.
“It’s the first time I’ve ever heard of the word ‘jubilee,??he said. “But whatever it means, it has to be a trick.?The
small goldsmith shop was filled with emissaries. Much older and more solemn, the lawyers in dark suits who in
other days had flapped about the colonel like crows had returned. When he saw them appear the same as the
other time, when they came to put a stop to the war,cheap rohan crone, he could not bear the cynicism of their praise. He ordered
them to leave him in peace, insisting that he was not a hero of the nation as they said but an artisan without
memories whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes. What made
him most indignant was the word that the president of the republic himself planned to be present at the
ceremonies in Macondo in order to decorate him with the Order of Merit. Colonel Aureliano, Buendaa had him
told, word for word, that he was eagerly awaiting that tardy but deserved occasion in order to take a shot at him,
not as payment for the arbitrary acts and anachronisms of his regime, but for his lack of respect for an old man
who had not done anyone any harm. Such was the vehemence with which he made the threat that the president of
the republic canceled his trip at the last moment and sent the decoration with a personal representative. Colonel
Gerineldo Mrquez, besieged by pressures of all kinds,buy rs money, left his bed of a paralytic in order to persuade his former
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companion in arms. When the latter saw the rocking chair carried by four men appear and saw the friend who
had shared his victories and defeats since youth sitting in it among some large pillows, he did not have a single
doubt but that he was making that effort in order to express his solidarity. But when he discovered the real
motive for his visit he had them take him out of the workshop.
“Now I’m convinced too late,?he told him, “that I would have done you a great favor if I’d let them shoot
So the jubilee was celebrated without the attendance of any members of the family. Chance had it that it also
coincided with carnival week, but no one could get the stubborn idea out of Colonel Aureliano Buendaa’s head
that the coincidence had been foreseen by the government in order to heighten the cruelty of the mockery. From
his lonely workshop he could hear the martial music, the artillery salutes, the tolling of the Te Deum, and a few
phrases of the speeches delivered in front of the house as they named the street after him. His eyes grew moist
with indignation, with angry impotence, and for the first time since his defeat it pained him not to have the
strength of youth so that he could begin a bloody war that would wipe out the last vestiges of the Conservative
regi me. The echoes of the homage had not died down when 2rsula knocked at the workshop door.
“Don’t bother me,?he said. “I’m busy.?
“Open up,runescape power leveling,?2rsula insisted in a normal voice. “This has nothing to do with the celebration.?
Then Colonel Aureliano Buendaa took down the bar and saw at the door seventeen men of the most varied