I was inspird by a short story written by Gabriel García Márquez “The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World”, that I read in the university back in the ’80s. This work is inspired by the story.
One Tuesday morning, children in a small fishing village of “about twenty-odd wooden houses” find a body on the beach that is covered with “flotsam” and sea debris. The children play by burying him in the sand until the adults discover the corpse and decide that it must be given a small funeral and thrown off the cliff on which their village rests. This is done because there is so little land in the village and so they cannot have traditional burials. In order to do so, however, they must prepare him for burial at sea and look in neighboring villages for any surviving relatives. The men carry the body up to the village so that the women can prepare him for the funeral while they go to neighboring villages to ask if anyone could identify the drowned man.
The man is too tall to fit easily into any house and, upon removing the seaweed and mud, the women observe his handsome face. The women of the village become attached to him and dream of the wonderful man he must have been. Eventually, an old woman declares that his name must have been Esteban, and after a short period of resistance from some of the younger women, they all agree. After dreaming of how powerful Esteban must have been they decide to make him clothes because no one owns anything large enough to fit him. The pants they make are too small and the buttons on the shirt burst. The women then think about how he must have had to stoop to enter doorways and how he must have felt uncomfortable in the small homes. The women feel pity and sympathy for the man, who they silently compare to their own husbands, and they begin to weep for him. They then cover Esteban’s face with a handkerchief.
The men return home unable to find any relatives of the drowned man and the village continues the funeral preparation as a group. The women, now attached to Esteban, place “altar decorations” on him including a compass, holy water, and nails. The men grow annoyed at the elaborate measures their wives are taking for “a stranger” and chide them. Esteban’s face is then revealed to the men and they too are awed by the humble character they see in his face. Women go to get flowers in neighboring villages, since none grow in their own, and women from those villages come back to see Esteban. This grows until the village is so crowded that it is “hard to walk about.” They do not want Esteban buried as an “orphan” so a mother and father are chose for him “from among the best people,” as well as uncles, aunts, and cousins, until everyone is related to Esteban. Instead of burying him with an anchor they let him go without one so that he can return one day. This is when the village realizes how desolate and small their town appears.
After Esteban is buried at sea the village resolves to make their doors wider for Esteban’s memory, to find springs like he would have, to paint their houses bright colors, and to plant flowers. The village imagines that one day a passing cruise ship would smell the flowers and the captain would point to their village and tell his passengers that it was Esteban’s home.