The ship has left the Miraflores Locks, let loose from the 'mules' run
by the crews of the Panama Canal Commission. She has picked up speed
while passing under the Bridge of the Americas which links de facto the
Northern and Southern parts of the continent, and has headed resolutely
towards the Pacific Ocean waters along the rows of boats of all kinds
waiting to cross the Canal in the other direction. Through a layer of
tropical clouds, the setting Sun is bleakly illuminating the tall white
highrises of Panama City on the port side. It took a full day to
cautiously move through the whole system of locks and cuts. Back in the
stateroom, I open again a working copy of this book and type down this
foreword on the pocket computer. The last chapter was received the day
before while speeding through the Caribbean Sea and my main work as
Editor is now over. It has been a real pleasure and a great honour to be
given the oppor- tunity of compiling this book and interacting with the
various contributors through the latest technologies while being
sometimes in geographically very different places. The quality of the
authors, the scope of experiences they cover, the messages they convey
make of this book a unique and timely publication. The reader will
certainly enjoy as much as I did going through such a variety of
well-inspired chapters from so many different horizons.