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ArtistMany years later, facing the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía had to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to see ice. Macondo was then a village of twenty mud and cane houses built on the banks of a river with clear waters They were tumbling down a bed of polished stones, white and huge as eggs. prehistoric.