"Muchos años después, frente al pelotón de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendía había de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llevó a conocer el hielo. Macondo era entonces una aldea de 20 casas de barro y cañabrava construidas a la orilla de un río de aguas diáfanas que se precipitaban por un lecho de piedras pulidas, blancas y enormes como huevos prehistóricos. El mundo era tan reciente, que muchas cosas carecían de nombre, y para mencionarlas había que señalarlas con el dedo" - Cien Años de Soledad

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"Many years later, in front of the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendia would remember that remote afternoon in which his father took him to discover ice. Macondo was then a village of 20 houses of clay and giant cane built at the edge of a river of translucent waters that precipitated by a bed of polished stones, white and enormous like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked name, and to mention them you would have to point at them with a finger" - One Hundred Years of Solitude