The Colonel, dressed in his only suit, visits the dock every Friday, eagerly awaiting a letter that will never arrive, announcing his pension. Despite the townsfolk's and his wife's awareness that the pension is unlikely to materialize, he persists in his daily ritual, haunted by the pain of his son's death.
El coronel no tiene quien le escriba
The Colonel's weekly tradition of visiting the dock, clad in his single suit, poignantly reflects his unmet expectations of a pension, a reality universally acknowledged by the townspeople, including his wife.
