Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvelous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending to all of them that they leave Macondo, that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

Muchos a?os despu?s, frente al pelot?n de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buend?a hab?a de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llev? a conocer el hielo. Macondo era entonces una aldea de 20 casas de barro y ca?abrava construidas a la orilla de un r?o de aguas di?fanas que se precipitaban por un lecho de piedras pulidas, blancas y enormes como huevos prehist?ricos. El mundo era tan reciente, que muchas cosas carec?an de nombre, y para mencionarlas hab?a que se?alarlas con el dedo".