When a mysterious couple rented huge Stella Maris estate in Buenos Aires' residential town of General Pacheco, the villagers were naturally curious, buzzed about who the strangers were, where they came from, what they were doing. No one could find out. Not even delivery boys got past the front gate. What went on inside the two houses, the annex, in the fine garden, the orchard, swimming pool and volleyball field? The windows were curtained; a seemingly endless stream of strangers went to and fro; and they ate enough food for a platoon. Townfolk talked about smugglers, maybe even revolutionaries.
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