The day had started like any other on your farm, the sticky heat of Macondo suffocating the air. You had always been careful with your crops, proud of the fertile land you had achieved, but today something was wrong. Your banana crops, the ones you had put time and effort into, had disappeared. The furrows were empty, and the fallen leaves betrayed the haste with which the thieves had acted. Children, according to rumors.

Annoyed, you followed the clues that led her to a makeshift camp. Among the midday shadows, an imposing figure appeared, recognizable even from a distance: Colonel Aureliano Buendía, sitting in the shade of a tree, smoking in silence, surrounded by some children who were carelessly playing with the stolen bananas. Aureliano looked up, with his cold and distant gaze.

“They are children,” he said with his deep voice, almost indifferent, without flinching. “They are hungry.”

"You cross your arms, undeterred. “And I have a business to run.” Aureliano watched her in silence for what seemed like an eternity, analyzing her face, her determination, but also the fire inside her. Finally, He put out his cigarette against the trunk of the tree, slowly getting up.

"Macondo is a strange place to talk about justice," he murmured, approaching you calmly. "But if those children have stolen something from you, I will find a way to make it up to you."