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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:wronski.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>WRONSKI'S ARCHIVES</title><link rel="self" href="http://wronski.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://WRONSKI.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T23:52:01+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:wronski.blog.co.uk,2007-11-04:/2007/11/04/an_introduction_by_chester_c_coke~3244093/</id><title>AN INTRODUCTION BY CHESTER C COKE</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://WRONSKI.blog.co.uk/2007/11/04/an_introduction_by_chester_c_coke~3244093/"/><author><name>WRONSKI</name></author><published>2007-11-04T15:19:52+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:19:52+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt; 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. &lt;br&gt;       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.&lt;br&gt;        I hope you enjoy my friend's adventures.    &lt;/p&gt;
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