I Am the One Who Has Had Enough

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“Our Government’s positioned on the foundations of the culture of respect.”

Viktor Orbán himself chatted this sentence to the folk of the internet at 11:11:50 on 09/12/2014 during an interview with BLIKK making good use of the national tabloid’s portal’s star chat feature. In those ancient times the people of our country could (still) ask questions of the very prime minister and he deigned to answer in return.

I for one am still struggling to understand the meaning of that sentence. Whoever does, please send us the answer. Thanks.

On the other hand, I begin to understand the government. Even they themselves do not seem to know where they are positioned and why. An interesting idea occurred to me recently and I began to look for Fidesz behind the government. I have to admit I could not find it. Is it possible that this party does not exist anymore? Have they been swallowed whole by the family enterprise just like the rest of the country? Then I remembered an older insight of the very prime minister from his bygone Dakota Period. Here goes:

“When you discover that you are riding a dead horse, the best strategy is to dismount.”

That horse is long dead, but the government still does not dismount. Perhaps they got pinned under it, don’t know. They certainly have no idea if they are positioned standing or seated. Just like they have no idea if they are doing it on a dead Dakota horse or on the foundations of the culture of respect. Both are nonsense, so it does not really matter from this point of view. From another point of view, though, it does very much matter as many of us are at the receiving end of this position. Hopefully it will soon turn into a seated position (in a tiny, cool, enclosed space). For the time being though, I would like to help Viktor Orbán and his government to establish who has what position in this story.

For starters, I will tell you who I am.

I am the one born sick because of starvation inside the uterus.

I am the student falling off their chair because of hunger.

I am the teacher buying bread from their extra high salary for the hungry child.

I am the child starving and freezing. I am the one who has no access to the internet, no chance to learn languages and no chance to break out of poverty.

I am the one with no chance to go to university, because my parents are unemployed or they are communal workers or earn only minimal wages.

I will also end up unemployed, a communal worker or will earn only minimal wages.

I am the parent fearing every noise and dreading the sound of the doorbell. The parent not knowing how to tell their child that the flat is not theirs anymore and they can get turned out any time.

I am the one who’s lost his job and does not know how to pay the bills or what he will  eat tomorrow, next week or in six months’ time.

I am the one earning relatively good wages and still living on bread and potatoes to be able to repay the mortgage.

I am the person who cannot get a job at the age of 50.

I am the one who will get no pension because he has no job and the old pension savings were taken away.

I am the 80-year-old who cannot live on her pension and needs to scavenge for food in the garbage.

I am the one queuing for hours at the soup kitchen for a piece of bread and a bowl of hot meal.

I am the one who cannot heat her home and freezes to death in her own bed.

I am the one cleaning the ditches in a high-visibility vest or shaking down autumn leaves from trees if so commanded.

I am the one imprisoned in my flat because I cannot replace the broken wheelchair as the doctor can only subscribe one every 7 years.

I am the one working 10 hours a day and earning barely enough to vegetate.

I am the one not protected by the Labour Code.

I am the one who has to close down their little shop because they did not get a tobacco concession.

I am the one whose lease to the land he’d farmed for decades was terminated and whose animals starve to death.

I am the one whose farmyard manure was carted away by the local squire. I am the one not protected by the law.

I am the one threatened by power.

I am the one becoming invalid, blind or dead because of the many-months-long waiting lists for doctors’ appointments and surgeries.

I am the one dying on the floor of the cold hall because the ambulance never arrives.

I am the one fighting for people’s lives and caring for the sick for pathetic wages.

I am the one putting together the little I can spare to help those who are more miserable than I am.

I am the one who can only see my child via the internet.

I am the one not being able to hug my grandchildren because they were born and live abroad.

I am the one having to travel far for a present and a future.

I am the one dreaming of home every night.

I am the one not daring to have children for fear of not being able to raise them.

I am the one who refuses to believe that starvation is real.

I am the one who hasn’t eaten for the past two days.

I am the one who has no health insurance, who gets no benefits and has no money for medication.

I am the one who is forced to go to Bible study or ethics classes.

I am the one humiliated in a thousand ways.

I am the one paying extra high taxes after every loaf of bread, every bottle of milk, every piece of children’s clothing and all the household expenses bills.

I am the one being kept in ignorance about the Paks II. Nuclear Power Plant agreement.

I am the one paying in full for the Paks II. Nuclear Power Plant agreement.

I am the one paying for the stadiums.

I am the one who cannot afford entry tickets into these stadiums.

I am the one whose salary is not enough to get by.

I am the one who dares not demonstrate for fear of losing their job.

I am the one demonstrating. I am the one filmed by police cameras.

My enterprise makes no business because I have no friends in the government. It is my enterprise that folds.

I am the one being crippled by taxes. I am the one who looks on while the Tax Authorities do not follow up on corruption charges.

I am the one being laughed at by politicians living on my pay while refusing to give an account of their wealth to me.

I am the homeless having no right for human existence.

I am the one feeding the homeless and giving them blankets.

I am the one being called a traitor.

I am the one they want out of my home country.

I am the one they want to bully.

I am the one being lied to every single day.

I am the one being told that poverty is decreasing and we all live better.

I am the one who knows this to be a lie.

I am the one who has had enough.

Written by Edgar Swan, 23/01/2017

Translated by Eszter Somogyi

Edited by Réka Eszter Szabó

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