I'll tell a joke. A flock of geese flies in a wedge. At the end is a gray goose. He asks the ginger one flying in front of him: "Ginger, where are we flying?" He replies: "I don't know, ask the Blue-Gray one." The gray goose flies up to the Blue-Gray one and asks: "Blue-Gray, where are we flying?" The Blue-Gray one replies: "I don't know, ask the White one." The gray goose flies to the White one: "White, where are we flying?" He replies: "I don't know, ask the Leader." Finally, the gray goose flies up to the Leader: "Leader, tell me, where are we flying?" The Leader, steadily flapping his wings, turns his head to the Gray one and gravely says: "Who the fuck knows." I don't know where we are all flying, but I know that if I ask "Meduza", my colleagues will at least try to figure it out. Donate to "Meduza". With love, editor of the reporting department