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A retired colonel who fought in the Thousand Days' War has waited fifteen years in a Colombian river town for a veterans' pension the government promised under the Treaty of Neerlandia. Every Friday he goes down to the dock to meet the mail launch, and every Friday the postmaster tells him no one has written to him. He and his asthmatic wife sell off their belongings and go hungry, but he never gives up the ritual of waiting.
The prize rooster left by the couple's son Agustín, who was killed for handing out clandestine political leaflets, is starving the old couple, since they feed it corn they cannot spare. Yet it also carries the town's hope, because the townsmen have bet on it and see it as a symbol of resistance. Selling the cock would solve the couple's hunger, but it would mean giving up the only future they have left and betraying what their son stood for.
The colonel hides his poverty behind rituals of respectability, including a clean suit, polite refusals, and the pretense of having eaten. When his wife demands to know what they will eat until the January cockfight, he answers with a single word: 'Shit.' The novella argues that stubborn hope and pride are irrational by any material measure, but they are what keeps a person from being fully defeated by a system built to wear him down.
The novella is set under martial law and censorship, and it shows oppression working less through open force than through deferral. Letters never arrive, the pension is endlessly pending, the news is censored, and politics goes underground. Seen this way, making people wait indefinitely is itself a tool of control, because it wears down their will to resist.