Ryszard Kapuściński
Photographs
Memoir
Problem, No Problem
When I went to work at the Polish Press Agency in 1958, the world presented itself to me as something impossible even to begin to comprehend, let alone master. And all the more so because, given my work, I had so little time to devote to it. All day long, dispatches arrived in my office from various countries, which I had to read, translate, condense, edit, and send on to newspapers and radio stations.