Three down, one in progress, four to go.
En su novela El general en su laberinto, Gabriel García Márquez pinta un retrato de Simón Bolívar que muchos creen ser un poco halagüeño o tal vez contrapuesto en términos de su imagen nacional e internacional como gran libertador y héroe de Colombia. No obstante, la historia de García Márquez es una historia que no existe en una forma escrita, porque nadie nunca anota los hechos de los últimos dos semanas de la vida de Bolívar. García Márquez crea una ficción, o quizá una realidad, usa lo que nadie sabe realmente.
It took me twenty minutes to put that together. Garbage. I am really not good at this. I shouldn’t be too much better than this, I guess, not at this point in my “mastery” of the language, but twenty minutes for that? And now I don’t know what the hell to do from here. Or I kind of do, I have another three sentences written, but I really don’t know how I’m going to get this to three pages without killing myself.
Plus side: I don’t think my professor will remember how long this paper is supposed to be or indeed what it’s even about, so I might be fine anyway. Why do I bother caring?
