Forty-five
years after the death of Eva Peron, her figure is caught between memory,
history, and sentiment.
Each one of us looks at her from a different angle, and, from our own
personal viewpoint, constructs an image of this woman who has
transcended the historical time in which she lived and has given form to
the dreams of her people. Evita lives in us from a place of love or a
place of hate. Whether idolized or scorned, she is the incarnation of an
enigma of Argantines' history: their existence as Argentines is defined
more by what they are not than by what they are.
Each Argentine constructs a personal Eva, and, among so many Eva's, we
are justify with none.
