The Colonel, dressed in his only suit, visits the dock every Friday, eagerly awaiting a letter that will never arrive, as everyone in the town, including his wife and even he himself, knows the pension is a myth. His daily ritual is a coping mechanism for the lingering pain of his son's death.
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.
