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One of my favorite openings:
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano BuendÃa 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. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was
necessary to point.