Late in the evening, strange things happen in Macondo, Krakozhia. Shadows begin to flicker in the dense fog, a thick wind throws rotten leaves from old graves into the faces of curious onlookers, and footsteps are heard from the ancient, untraveled paths. However, this is not a problem for those who have to live in this world full of wars, pain and suffering. It is not a problem for those who are still waiting for their loved ones to return from another senseless and merciless war.
