Abstract

It was her laugh. Ten years ago this June, in La Plata - my first time in Argentina, at a conference on “Una nueva visión de la cultura griega antigua en el fin del milenio”. The participants were spread among several tables at a restaurant after the first day’s activities, and I h eard lovely peals of laughter wafting over from the far end of the room. Who was it, I wondered, who laughed with such abandon, such irrepressible joy? I strained to listen to the conversation, but I could tell that the excitement and fun came from her. I wanted to know her.