I would very much like to ask those Hungarians from Karakán who persevere through fire and water, not to think after reading this article about how much they persevere because of their weak character, but to look around their own environment and look for those relatives and acquaintances , who, according to the lines below, became Slovaks from Hungarians due to the described environmental effects and our unsuccessful Hungarian politicization in the highlands. Then it might be easier to understand the following.
Let's make it clear at the very beginning, this train of thought does not criticize the type of person described, on the contrary, it describes through him the situation in which the average Hungarian person in the highlands is forced to live on a daily basis.
So let's state the most important thing in advance: the narrowing of the Hungarian living space in our homeland is the cause of all our problems, and the conscious expansion of our Hungarian living space is our only option for all our problems. We have to start this, with conscious, planned work, although according to the current situation, there is no will for this in Hungarian public life in the highlands.
The vast majority of the life situations below were brought about by real life, and I am now collecting a bunch of them here.
When you are born and your mother, in the midst of her pain of joy, tells the doctor your name, for example Gergely, the first trauma that can happen to mother and child is that the doctor asks cynically: what name is that!? The moment you are born, you are already faced with the fact that you are an outcast in a foreign world. In addition, the doctor was once born a Hungarian, only since then he has become a Slovak and thus humiliates his own kind. As Fábry says, "we start from here with a little applause". Not an easy starting position.
Then, a few days after your birth, the life insurance agent appears at the gate and with a big profit-hungry grin on his face asks if the little newborn Gregorko lives here. If your parents are smart, they will request this arbitrary name change for themselves and drive the agent to grief, if they are not smart, they will let the process flow in the direction that the Slovak world around us leads us to, and they will accept that it will remain on that passport. instead of the jointly dreamed Gergely, Gregor, and then we will call him Gergó anyway, since there are so many Alžbeta, Zuzana, Alexander, Ludovít in the family, who are also called Erzsébet, Zsuzsi, Sanyi, Lajos in the Hungarian circle of family and acquaintances.
Let's stop here for a moment, because this is an important situation.
We, Hungarians across the border, actually live a double life out of necessity. One is our life, the Hungarian life, which we live inwardly, and the other is our alien-like life forced upon us by the state, in which we have to meet the conditions dictated by the state,
and the point of which, from the point of view of the topic, is that during your relationship with the state you should preferably not be Hungarian at all, in our case in the Highlands, but be Slovak.
Then, if you are lucky and there is a Hungarian kindergarten and school in the area where your parents (preferably) enroll you, you will live in a Hungarian shell until the end of primary school, although even as a child you will already experience in one or two life situations that you are smaller, less, or even worse here in Slovakia because you are Hungarian. It's enough if an adult growls at you on the bus so you don't speak Hungarian to your partner, or it's enough if you say something wrong in Slovak in the store and they laugh at you, these are all small traumas that injure the sensitive child's soul in such a way that these wounds then they accompany you throughout your life, and you relate your further decisions during your adult life to this.
Then you go to high school, then to college, or "only" to high school, but at parties and soccer matches, you'll be met with the greeting "fucking Hungarian" a few times, in the worst case, you'll get into a fight,
which is also deeply embedded in the soul, because you received it as a Hungarian, and you received it because you are Hungarian.
You got it, so you're a loser. We'll leave the "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" nonsense to the daily Coelho column on the world wide web, because therapists can tell you that most traumas don't strengthen you, but weaken you, especially when you're young.
Then you become an adult, and by that time you have already confronted a few sharp situations, of course if you live on the language border or in the scattered area, you also have a lot of Slovak friends, since you live your life mixed on the street, in the pub, in the clubs. Anyway, your Slovak friend is not a friend, because you can talk to him honestly, but if you were to tell a Slovak acquaintance that in the bottom of your heart you want your homeland to belong to Hungary, then the Slovak will no longer be your friend, not that your friend, since he condemns these thoughts because he feels that you are endangering his life.
In the course of your life, it is better not to fall in love with a Slovak girl, because from then on, the continuation of your Hungarian life is practically hopeless, because in 90% of mixed marriages, the Hungarian party gives up his nationality, and the family and children become Slovak. This is a statistical ratio collected from the real world.
In the best case scenario, your wife is also Hungarian, but both of you have the above-mentioned psychological wounds from childhood, which suggest to you that you do not want your child to experience the same life situations, because - and now comes the point! –,
the Hungarian living space still hasn't expanded during your lifetime, you still can't assert yourself with the Hungarian language in the offices, the police, the court, anywhere you come into contact with the state,
and now let's not count the secretary of the local office, with whom you pay the rent once a year and they talk in Hungarian, because that's all the local official Hungarian communication is exhausted, because everything from the property tax declaration form to the building permit is already available locally only in Slovak.
In short, if the political representation you elected was unable to provide you with more favorable Hungarian conditions during your lifetime by expanding your Hungarian living space, then you will not climb the barricades for them on a daily basis, because on the one hand you have no means to change the situation, and on the other hand you say so rightly , that I sent my politician to fight this very battle, who negotiated, capitulated, sold the Hungarian gunpowder, did everything, except what we agreed on during the many campaigns.
In such cases, you quietly give up and switch. First the language, then the menu in your phone and laptop and your brain will switch to the routine Slovak language. Next comes the identity. I am not even interested in Csemadok membership at the local level, and such. There's still the party going on. A plain Slovak "načo pôjďem domov" is funny, a "tavern door opens to the street" is a translated Hungarian work. The pálinka can be of any nationality, just drink it, you don't have to live it in your real life.
Well, it's as "simple" as that, and despite all that, it's not up to you even now,
you still have the courage, if only a strong group would come at the end of the street, with a song, so that you would see the point of joining them, because your blood still drives you, because your mother was born Hungarian,
and only the Hungarian strength would come so that together you can be brave again, because you want to reverse what you gained and lost in your teenage years!
Oh no, you don't want to hit back at anyone, you just want to love your kind, because you absorbed that love with your mother's milk. You just want to win a big one as a Hungarian, here in the Highlands.
You want to win your Hungarian life together with the others.
Will this still be given to you in life, to you, a wandering Hungarian from the highlands? It's such a beautiful fall weather outside, the flags are fluttering in the wind...
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