Here we are, already at the end of March, and despite the hope linked to the departure of this viral friend who has kept us so busy over the last few years, morale is still not high, with the skies darkening in the east. The world seems to be struggling to shake off its gloom, with talk of stress, psychological support, burn-out, everything is anxiety-provoking without anyone being able to say what ailment they're really suffering from... We're healthy, fed, housed and entertained. Is it reasonable to complain when you compare our daily lives to those of a Ukrainian?