Argentina judge approves house arrest for ex-President Kirchner
Kirchner, 72, a polarizing leftist figure who was president from 2007 to 2015, was convicted by a trial court in 2022 over a fraud scheme involving public road projects in Patagonia that allegedly benefited a close ally.
Argentina's Supreme Court last week upheld the conviction and sentence, which also includes a lifetime ban from holding public office. Kirchner has denied wrongdoing, claiming political persecution.
The judge ruled she should serve the sentence, effective immediately, at her Buenos Aires residence due to her age.
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