There are weeks where not much happens and they are quickly told. And they also happen in such exciting places as New York or Fire Island. This week is one of those.

This week I was caught up in the rhythm of island life. Surrounded by water, the rest of the world seems infinitely distant there. I found to myself, lived just for the moment and became open for new, creative ideas.

My summer in New York is always a time of extremes. An alternation between the hectic cosmopolitan city, with its impulsive energy and bustling life, on the one hand, and the seclusion of Fire Island on the other: peaceful nature, surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean, without cars, without stress, just sand, ocean, sky.

Then it was there, the week of departure, the week of Adieu Basel and Hi there New York. In the end everything went very fast and I found myself physically faster in my other reality than my mind could follow first.