Every Friday, the Colonel puts on his only suit and goes to the dock to await a letter announcing the arrival of his pension. But the townsfolk all know that this pension will never come. His wife also knows it, and even he knows it. But he is still waiting, living with the pain of the death of his son.
El coronel no tiene quien le escriba
The Colonel's weekly ritual of wearing his only suit to the dock, awaiting a letter announcing his pension, is a futile endeavor, as everyone in town, including his wife and himself, is aware it will never arrive.
