Without knowing it I travelled to the town where Che Guevara was born, Rosario, in Argentina. I am still on a holiday there. It is close to the village of Bernardo de Irigoyen, where my friends married a few days ago. The place where Che was born, now is an insurance company and only a small sign on the side walk tells you that it was there. There is also a statue and that is it.
Is it that complicated to honour a man who was perhaps wrong in his military and political strategies but who wanted to do good? But I don’t know the reasons of this disinterest. Perhaps I am biased by the Colombian FARC humbug that I think it is political ‘correctness’ which causes the silence.
By the way, there is also a website about him, in Spanish and English. Click here
Many young people who grow up in Bernardo de Irigoyen come to Rosario to study and they hardly ever return to live in their home village. So Bdo de Irigoyen has the problem of all the small villages in the world: it is dying.
It was founded because the train from Buenos Aires to the north passed by and because the area is an important provider of agricultural products. The train stopped running and the station was transformed into a cultural centre. You walk there and all you hear is the singing chicharras, insects who sing in the evening, I forgot the word in English.
I am going there to celebrate Christmas, because I met some wonderful people.