MANY YEARS LATER, opposite to the firing squad, colonel Aureliano Buendía had to remember that remote evening in which his father took him tosee the ice. Macondo was then a village of twenty houses of mud(clay) and cañabrava constructed the shore(bank) of a river of diaphanouswaters that were rushing for a bed of polished, white and enormous stones like prehistoric eggs.The world was so recent, that many things were lackinga name, and to mention them it was necessary to indicate them with the finger. Every year, around March, a gypsies' family was planting its tent close to the village, and with a big clamor of whistles and kettledrums they were announcing the new inventions. First they took the magnet. A burlygypsy, of rough beard(chin) and hands of sparrow, which appeared with Melquíades's name, did a horrifying public demonstration of what he was calling himself the eighth marvel of the wisealchemists of Macedonia. He went from house to house dragging two metallic ingots, and everybody got frightened on having seen that the boilers, the large pans, the pincers(tongs) and the portable stoves falling down of their place, and the wood was rattling for the desperation of the nails and the screws unscrewing themselves , and even the lost objects froma long time ago were appearing where more one was having looked for them, and were crawling in turbulent rush behind the magic fierros of Melquíades. 'The things have properlife — the gypsy was proclaiming with rough(harsh) accent — everything is a question of waking up the soul.' José Arcadio Buendía, whose acted violently imagination was always going further thanthe ingenuity of the nature, and even more that of the miracle and the magic, thought that it was possible to make use of that useless invention to unravel the gold of the ground. Melquíades,who was an honest
man, prepared him: ' it does not work forthat. ' José Arcadio Buendía,...
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