The theme of honor in Chronicle of a Death Foretold
Chronicle of a Death Foretold 2 Grabriel Garcia Marquez
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CHAPTER 1
ON THE DAY THEY WERE GOING TO KILL him, Santiago Nasar got up at five-thirty
in the morning to wait for the boat the bishop was coming on. He’d dreamed he was going
through a grove of timber trees where a gentle drizzle was falling, and for an instant he was
happy in his dream, but when he awoke he felt completely spattered with bird shit. “He was
always dreaming about trees,” Placida Linero, his mother, told me twenty-seven years later,
recalling the details of that distressing Monday. “The week before, he’d dreamed that he
was alone in a tinfoil airplane and flying through the almond trees without bumping into
anything,” she said to me. She had a well-earned reputation as an accurate interpreter of
other people’s dreams, provided they were told her before eating, but she hadn’t noticed any
ominous augury in those two dreams of her son’s, or in the other dreams of trees he’d
described to her on the mornings preceding his death.
