This post comes two weeks late since death anniversary of the my favourite Colombian writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez on April 17, 2014. In addition to being a role model, he inspired me to find the surreal in the ordinary. Here is to Marquez and the world he created, Macondo.
Macondo, a land founded by the Buendias, who lived, died and died again, sometimes for a cause and sometimes for the illusion of grandeur. It was a land that once prosperous but fated to be buried under the canopy of dried mud for, the plague of incest and war was more than it could handle. Despite that, Macondo produced sons who exhibited valor and died for it; it produced men for whom the land meant everything; it made warriors out of women, without whom the strange town would have collapsed before the 100 years.
Yes it was only a town that faced and survived the plague of insomnia. It was merely a town that stood even after being ravaged by the biggest war that left nothing for its inmates except the land itself. It stood the test of time, holding on to the last threads till its creator, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, finally gave Macondo the peace it deserved.
Marquez created Macondo, which carried the echoes of the war and pain of the living-dead. He brought alive the world that was barely acknowledged yet plundered. He immortalized Macondo, a tribute to the land that gave him home and made him.
The man died but Macondo continues to live, as a memory to some and as the fallen legend to many!