On the flight to Amsterdam I read about an exhibition of Louise Bourgeois' fabric works opening in Venice this month. I found out then that she had just died a few days before. "Art is the guarantee to sanity", she was quoted in the article. For me, the search for beauty and art are core signs of humanity, a call for the resilience of meaning. I spent my birthday in Amsterdam walking by the canals, and must have crossed several bridges as I returned to my room at night. It was the perfect analogy to start a new cycle; now at 32 there are many more bridges to cross.