My dream was to return to my early childhood home in Argentina. We left the village of Santa Elena in 1973 in a hurry; my brother and I were carried asleep from our house and bundled into the company car, hidden under blankets with our parents and driven to Buenos Aires. Nearly fifty years later, I stood and pointed to a mass of lush green tropical undergrowth and stated excitedly “I am sure our house was there”.

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