Сто лет одиночества

           DozensofstrangerscamethroughMacondoeverydaywithoutarousingsuspicionorsecretideas.Nevertheless,beyondalllogic,Aurelianowassureofhisprediction.

           "Idon’tknowwhoitwillbe,"heinsisted,"butwhoeveritisisalreadyontheway."

           ThatSunday,infact,Rebecaarrived.Shewasonlyelevenyearsold.ShehadmadethedifficulttripfromManauresomehidedealerswhohadtakenonthetaskofdeliveringheralongwithalettertoJoséArcadioBuendía,buttheycouldnotexplainpreciselywhothepersonwaswhohadaskedthefavor.entirebaggageconsistedofasmalltrunk,alittlerockingchairwithsmallhand-paintedflowers,andacanvassackwhichkeptmakingacloc-cloc-clocsound,whereshecarriedparents’bones.TheletteraddressedtoJoséArcadioBuendíawaswrittenisverywarmtermsbysomeonewhostilllovedhimverymuchinspiteoftimeanddistance,andwhofeltobligedbyabasichumanitarianfeelingtodothecharitablethingandsendthatpoorunshelteredorphan,whowasasecondcousinofúrsula’sandconsequentlyalsoarelativeofJoséArcadioBuendía,althoughfartherremoved,becauseshewasthedaughterofthatunforgettablefriendNicanorUlloaandhisveryworthywifeRebecaMontiel,mayGodkeeptheminHisholykingdom,whoseremainsthegirlwascarryingsothattheymightbegivenChristianburial.