El Opinador Compulsivo

Estoy leyendo una serie de artículos que imprimí de la sección “viajes” de diferentes diarios para terminar esa lista de recomendaciones que les comentaba, para unos amigos que van a estar de paseo por la hermosísima ciudad de Buenos Aires. En uno de ellos, una reportera del Washington Post, nos revela lo que tanto nos preguntamos: ¿por qué los argentinos, a pesar de odiar al gobierno imperialista de Bush, sienten un profundo amor por el turista norteamericano?

As long as we stash our cameras and keep our mouths shut, Pam and I are mistaken
for locals. People handing out fliers trying to entice us into restaurants or stores routinely address us in Spanish. When it becomes clear we're from the United States, we get an enthusiastic greeting. Argentines, we're told, still remember with gratitude Jimmy Carter's call for human rights at a time they were under the thumbs of a right-wing military dictatorship. They still fondly recall that then-first lady Hillary Clinton met with the mothers and grandmothers of "the disappeared." (Amnesty International has documented the disappearance of 9,000 people at the hands of the military dictatorship that ruled from 1976 to 1983. Estimates of disappearances range up to 40,000. Each Thursday, mothers of the disappeared rally at the Plaza de Maya, reminding the current government that they still seek answers to the fate of family members who vanished.)

sigh