I am grateful to be part of a generation that has experienced hunger. When I was born in 1944, half of Rotterdam, my home town, lay in ashes and my parents lived in abject poverty. The wheels of their bicycles were made from wood instead of rubber. Accordingly, I had a modest idea of luxury as a child, and still do today. One of my greatest pleasures is visiting public pools, which is not a costly affair. I feel privileged to be able to differentiate between a desire and a need thanks to my upbringing. Mental strength is built through resistance to the unnecessary, too. Today’s shortage of shortages turns people into flighty and insatiable creatures whose incessant quest for wish fulfilment distracts them from anything of substance.