Followers of Diego Maradona wait to enter the wake at Casa Rosada, this Thursday.Juan Ignacio RONCORONI / EFE
It was Argentina.
For a long time there were millions and millions of Chinese, Russians, Indians, Africans who had never heard of gauchos and tangos, Evita or Gardel or Guevara but had seen Maradona and his balls - and that was what they knew about that country lost.
"Sometime we will finish accepting," I wrote years ago, "that for two or three billion people Argentina and Argentines - all Argentines, cows, mountains, presidents, fugitive rapists, your sister's boyfriend , that tricycle, the immigrants getting off the boats, the sky of Humahuaca, Peronism, ...
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