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ssearchisearch order to prosper during times of disorder. Intelligent,pleasant, ruddy-faced, a man who liked to eat and watch cockfights,he had been at one time the most feared adversary of ColonelAureliano Buendía. He succeeded in imposing his authority over thecareer officers in a wide sector along the coast. One time when hewas forced by strategic circumstances to abandon a stronghold to theforces of Colonel Aureliano Buendía, he left two letters for him. In oneof them quite long, he invited him to join in a campaign to make warmore humane. The other letter was for his wife, who lived in Liberalterritory, and he left it with a plea to see that it reached its destination.From then on, even in the bloodiest periods of the war, the twocommanders would arrange truces to exchange prisoners. They werepauses with a certain festive atmosphere, which General Moncadatook advantage of to teach Colonel Aureliano Buendía how to playchess. They became great friends. They even came to think about thepossibility of coordinating the popular elements of both parties, doingaway with the influence of the military men and professional politicians,and setting up a humanitarian regime that would take the best fromeach doctrine. When the war was over, while Colonel Aureliano,Buendía was sneaking about through the narrow trails of permanentsub. version, General Moncada was named magistrate of Macondo.He wore civilian clothes, replaced the soldiers with unarmedpolicemen, enforced the amnesty laws, and helped a few families ofLiberals who had been killed in the war. He succeeded in havingMacondo raised to the status of a municipality and he was therefore itsfirst mayor, and he created an atmosphere of confidence that madepeople think of the war as an absurd nightmare of the past. FatherNicanor, consumed by hepatic fever, was replaced by Father Coronel,whom they called “The Pup,?a veteran of the first federalist war. BrunoCrespi, who was married to Amparo Mos. cote, and whose shop of toysand musical instruments continued to prosper, built a theater whichSpanish companies included in their Itineraries. It was a vast open-airhall with wooden benches, a velvet curtain with Greek masks, andthree box offices in the shape of lions?heads, through whose mouthsthe tickets were sold. It was also about that time that the school wasrebuilt. It was put under the charge of Don Melchor Escalona, an oldteacher brought from the swamp, who made his lazy students walk ontheir knees in the lime-coated courtyard and made the students whotalked in class eat hot chili with the approval of their parents. AurelianoSegundo and Jos?Arcadio Segundo, the willful twins of Santa Sofía de la Piedad, were the first to sit in the classroom, with their slates, theirchalk, and their aluminum jugs with their names on them. Remedios,who inherited her mother’s pure beauty, began to be known asRemedios the Beauty. In spite of time, of the superimposed Periods ofmourning, and her accumulated afflictions, ?rsula resisted growing old.Aided by Santa Sofía de la Piedad, she gave a new drive to her pastrybusiness and in a few years not only recovered the fortune that her sonhad spent in the war, but she once more stuffed with pure gold thegourds buried in the bedroom. “As long as God gives me life,?shewould say, “there will always be money in this madhouse.?That washow things were when Aureliano Jos?deserted the federal troops inNicaragua, signed on as a crewman on a German ship, and appearedin the kitchen of the house, sturdy as a horse, as dark and long-hairedas an Indian, and with a secret determination to marry Amaranta. When Amaranta, saw him come in, even though he said nothing sheknew immediately why he had come back. At the table they did notdare look each other in the face. But two weeks after his return, in thepresence of ?rsula, he set his eyes on hers and said to her, “I alwaysthought a lot about you.?Amaranta avoided him. She guarded againstchance meetings. She tried not to become separated from Remediosthe Beauty. She was ashamed of the blush that covered her cheeks onthe day her nephew asked her how long she intended wearing theblack bandage on her hand, for she interpreted it as an allusion to hervirginity. When he arrived, she barred the door of her bedroom, but sheheard his peaceful snoring in the next room for so many nights that sheforgot about the precaution. Early one morning, almost two monthsafter his return, she heard him come into the bedroom. Then, instead offleeing, instead of shouting as she had thought she would, she letherself be saturated with a soft feeling of relaxation. She felt him slip inunder the mosquito netting as he had done when he was a child, ashe had always done, and she could not repress her cold sweat andthe chattering of her teeth when she realized that he was completelynaked. “Go away,?she whispered, suffocating with curiosity. “Go awayor I’ll scream.?But Aureliano Jos?knew then what he had to do,because he was no longer a child but a barracks animal. Starting withthat night the dull, inconsequential battles began again and would goon until dawn. “I’m your aunt,?Amaranta murmured, spent. “It’s almostas if I were your mother, not just because of my age but because theonly thing I didn’t do for you was nurse you.?Aureliano would escapeat dawn and come back early in the morning on the next day, eachtime more excited by the proof that she had not barred the door. Hehad nit stopped desiring her for a single instant. He found her in thedark bedrooms of captured towns, especially in the most abject ones,and he would make her materialize in the smell of dry blood on the bandages of the wounded, in the instantaneous terror of the danger ofdeath, at all times and in all places. He had fled from her in an attemptto wipe out her memory, not only through distance but by means of amuddled fury that his companions at arms took to be boldness, but themore her image wallowed in the dunghill of the war, the more the warresembled Amaranta. That was how he suffered in exile, looking for away of killing her with, his own death, until he heard some old man tellthe tale of the man who had married his aunt, who was also his cousin,and whose son ended up being his own grandfather. “Can a person marry his own aunt??he asked, startled. “He not only can do that, a soldier answered him. “but we’re fightingthis war against the priests so that a person can marry his own mother.? Two weeks later he deserted. He found Amaranta more witheredthan in his memory, more melancholy and shy, and now really turningthe last corner of maturity, but more feverish than ever in the darknessof her bedroom and more challenging than ever in the aggressivenessof her resistance. “You’re a brute,?Amaranta would tell him as she washarried by his hounds. “You can’t do that to a poor aunt unless youhave a special dispensation from the Pope.?Aureliano, Jos?promisedto go to Rome, he promised to go across Europe on his knees to kiss thesandals of the Pontiff just so that she would lower her drawbridge. “It’s not just that,?Amaranta retorted. “Any children will be born withthe tail of a pig.? Aureliano Jos?was deaf to all arguments. “I don’t care if they’re born as armadillos,?he begged. Early one morning, vanquished by the unbearable pain of repressedvirility, he went to Catarino’s. He found a woman with flaccid breasts,affectionate and cheap, who calmed his stomach for some time. Hetried to apply the treatment of disdain to Amaranta. He would see heron the porch working at the sewing machine, which she had learnedto operate with admirable skill, and he would not even speak to her.Amaranta felt freed of a reef, and she herself did not understand whyshe started thinking again at that time about Colonel GerineldoMárquez, why she remembered with such nostalgia the afternoons ofChinese checkers, and why she even desired him as the man in herbedroom. Aureliano, Jos?did not realize how much ground he had loston, the night he could no longer bear the farce of indifference andwent back to Amaranta’s room. She rejected him with an inflexible andunmistakable determination, and she barred the door of her bedroomforever. A few months after the return of Aureliano Jos?an exuberant womanperfumed with jasmine appeared at the house with a boy of five. Shestated that he was the son of Colonel Aureliano Buendía and that shehad brought him to ?rsula to be baptized. No one doubted the origins of that nameless child: he looked exactly like the colonel at the time hewas taken to see ice for the first time. The woman said that he hadbeen born with his eyes open, looking at people with the judgment ofan adult, and that she was frightened by his way of staring at thingswithout blinking. “He’s identical,??rsula said. “The only thing missing isfor him to make chairs rock by simply looking at them.?They christenedhim Aureliano and with his mother’s last name, since the law did notpermit a person to bear his father’s name until he had recognized him.General Moncada was the godfather. Although Amaranta insisted thathe be left so that she could take over his upbringing, his mother wasagainst it. ?rsula at that time did not know about the custom of sendingvirgins to the bedrooms of soldiers in the same way that hens areturned loose with fine roosters, but in the course of that year she foundout: nine more sons of Colonel Aureliano Buendía were brought to thehouse to be baptized. The oldest, a strange dark boy with green eyes,who was not at all like his father’s family, was over ten years old. Theybrought children of all ages, all colors, but all males and all with a lookof solitude that left no doubt as to the relationship. Only two stood outin the group. One, large for his age, made smithereens out of theflowerpots and china because his hands seemed to have the propertyof breaking everything they touched. The other was a blond boy withthe same light eyes as his mother, whose hair had been left to growlong and curly like that of a woman. He entered the house with a greatdeal of familiarity, as if he had been raised there, and he went directlyto a chest in ?rsula’s bedroom and demanded, “I want themechanical ballerina.??rsula was startled. She opened the chest,searched among the ancient and dusty articles left from the days ofMelquíades, and wrapped in a pair of stockings she found themechanical ballerina that Pietro Crespi had brought to the house onceand that everyone had forgotten about. In less than twelve years theybaptized with the name Aureliano and the last name of the mother allthe sons that the colonel had implanted up and down his theater ofwar: seventeen. At first ?rsula would fill their pockets with money andAmaranta tried to have them stay. But they finally limited themselves togiving them presents and serving as godmothers. “We’ve done ourduty by baptizing them,??rsula would say, jotting down in a ledger thename and address of the mother and the place and date of birth ofthe child. “Aureliano needs well-kept accounts so that he can decidethings when he comes back.?During lunch, commenting with GeneralMoncada about that disconcerting proliferation, she expressed thedesire for Colonel Aureliano Buendía to come back someday andgather all of his sons together in the house. “Don’t worry, dear friend,?General Moncada said enigmatically.“He’ll come sooner than you suspect.?