I have known Hugo Wronski both as a friend and colleague for more than ten years but I do not pretend to understand him. Wronski turned up at my office one sunny autumn day with no appointment, armed with a folder full of his reportage. He was blunt and charming, secretive and effusive. I like him immediately. When, after a few glasses of the superb whisky he had brough with him, I actually buckled down and read his work I was astonished. 
       From his origins in San Verrrado, Hugo had travelled the world without the shackles of an itinerary or a fear of the unknown. He trusted his instincts much as his father, a fisherman, had trusted the crew of his small boat. Hugo let the world open up to him and he stepped boldly, carelessly and fealessly in.
        I hope you enjoy my friend's adventures.