Cien Años de Soledad
I was thinking very hard about what to say about this game. But over the week that passed since the larp took place I found out that I didn’t need to write anything. The players wrote more than enough about it.
So i‘ve decided to use a short dream list from Aurelian Buendi, played and written by Martin Pirosh Buchtík:
He paced like a black panther, quietly and swiftly up the stairs that lead to Pilar. His brother José taught him. Even many generations later, every child could creep like that, in Macond.
When he buried his son, he lay down next to his beloved wife’s coffin, firmly determined not to rise from there again. Death, however, dragged him off and Ursula forced him up, because it was breakfast time.
And for days, he sat in front of the coffin, so that he would not need to go far when death finally come to him.
Arcadio bent to tie his father’s shoes. He did it the same way and with the same tenderness, with which Aureliano tied his shoes when he was small.
He brought her a lost doll. She jumped off the net she was swinging in and embraced him with enthusiasm. At that moment, he fell in love with her and loved her not only until the end of her life, but until his death, which came so painfully late.
He stood at the village square and explained to everyone why he would go to war to fight for Macondo. But part of his soul was still with Remédios and begged her to forgive him.
To his grandchildren he showed the old worn-out plan of the sundial just as his father had once shown him.
He sold his memories of happy moments, so he could buy a piece of heaven for Remédios.
The Ghost of Arcadio showed him the greatest mystery, a story of eleven forms and three forms. At that moment, he understood everything and knew that once he sorted out what he needed to sort out, he would find his destiny.
Until his death he was not sure what happened on his first carnival. His mother rolled her eyes at his questions, and he didn’t dare to ask Pilar until the end of his life, at his last carnival.
He tied his father to the fence and left him there until his death.
In his life, there were angels and he left them, but they always came back to him.