So I'm here at the Univ of Amsterdam Special Collections Library, possibly the most open access, welcoming library I've had the pleasure of working with. In a tragicomic twist I'm here because of a long-term project I began just before IFLA Singapore last year, a project I had titled 'Pulp: A Short Biography of the Banished Book'. A project that involves visiting libraries all over the world in the context of book destruction, banning et al, and talking to librarians who save books. The contrast could not be more telling. I've been vacillating between shock, shame, bereavement (yes, I loved the National Library that much), and disbelief. Heartbroken.