Since this morning, a song has been playing in my head with the words, “my twentieth autumn is driving me crazy.” I first heard it when I was about thirteen and thought: I wonder whether my twentieth autumn will drive me crazy too? And now it’s already my fortieth season—well, summer, actually—and twice twenty, but I seem to be doing fine. Probably that’s because, throughout my life, I’ve almost always met very good people. Thank you all so much.