Hungarian Government and Freedom

published on January 7, 2015 in life

2015 might change many things. Here’s one I hope will change for the best. We will help, either way.

When you grow up in country like Romania before ’89 you tend to remember certain things. For me, there are two types of things that stuck, which actually converge into one.

The first is telling me what I can or cannot do, think, say, believe in, buy. Or when to do it. When I was a kid, we were not allowed to talk about our religion. Because if we did, our parents might misteriously go missing. Or we could not use our car on certain Sundays – if you had an even number on your licence plate, you could drive your car on public roads only on even Sundays. You would not be allowed otherwise. They took electricity away every day, for about two hour. To pay off the national debt. There was no heating, to spare money.

The other one was telling me when to do them.

The above was my childhood and I hated the country and people because of that, because they didn’t do anything to change all that. And I still hate them for that.

Now... I live in a diffent country, Hungary. And now they tell me that I cannot buy drinks which contain alcohol after ten pm in regular shops. And they tell me I cannot do my weekly shopping on Sundays. They also tell me that I cannot even get certain kind of stuff shipped to my home on Sundays.

As a sidenote to the last one – first, they forbid Tesco and the like to be open on Sundays, so that families can be together more. Not giving a shit about the fact that many of us have only Sunday for certain things. Then, when people realize they can still order home, they change the law to forbid that too.

You might not not get my point, because I am full with emotions right now and might not be able to pass it to you. In case that is true, here it is: freedom is getting smaller and smaller every day. You see, I am here because my grandfather had a dream, that someone would sometime get back to Hungary, to get back the citizenship his parents were deprived of (this is another personal story I might tell sometime). And I did, partly because of him, partly because of myself. 

And now, I am in the position of seeing the freedom filtering around me, which is the beginning of a great dictatorship. Government is starting to tell people how to feel, how to think, how to react, what to eat, when to drink, when to go buy food. But all of it is packaged so well, that the majority of people don’t even realize what is going on. This is the difference between the current state here and the state of things in Romania before ’89: back in the day, everyone there new what was going on, here few people realize.

That was bad. This is extremely bad.