I was one of the myriad unintended by-products of the First World War (1914–1918). Indeed, I would guess that I was conceived during a celebration of the armistice that put end of that carnage – the most global, long, bloody, absurd, and unpopular war in history. I surmise that my parents, though from very different backgrounds, met by chance at the Eden Hotel in La Falda, a hill resort in Córdoba, at the center of Argentina, during one of the celebrations of that longawaited event.