It’s not just any wind. It carries news traveling through the air. It stirs a kind of melancholy in people, nostalgia, yet also inspires introspection. It is an emotion that shifts the day and people themselves. It flows, as a narrative telling stories through its movements. It churns up mighty waves, sea fortresses crashing against the rocks with resounding force. It feels as if all the power of nature is concentrated in these colossal waves, leaving us in awe-struck silence. When it lingers, as it often does, “everything goes south”… it becomes a state of mind. Jugo is also the poetry of Boka. It embodies the voice of the wind, the breath of the sea. Jugo carries a message. Like Boka, it remains a mystery.