"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. . ."
past, present, future all woven inextricably into that first sentence of his first masterpiece, one hundred years of solitude, marquez made it clear from the beginning that we can't escape our destinies but we can rise above them in the end.
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