Where the fairies live.

This is where the fairies live, in the shade of the tallest, furriest tree in the forest.

I live in a country that for years has been greedy and extravagant and consequently now, where many people struggle to pay bills and financially survive on a day to day basis. Our governments have tried and still try to fix the problems with the good of the country in mind but the task is gargantuan. Time and patience and perhaps everything will right itself again.

I personally don’t have a job, I survive by the skin of my teeth on money I earn during the summer and bits and pieces I pick up during the year. I’m a full time student, with fees to pay, a car to run, rent, food and living costs, but this is my choice. I gave up a life of financial comfort to follow my heart and dedicate my time and myself to becoming an artist. However risky a decision it was and however difficult things are, it was my choice and I’m so glad I made it. Others don’t have a choice.

Hungary spent most of its history being ruled by people and bodies who didn’t have the good of the country in mind. Communism and Soviet rule told the people how to live their lives; no freedom, no choice. Hungary gained freedom in 1989 and became a republic, allowed to create finally, their own government, a government who would grant them their own lives, as free, Hungarian people.

On 2^nd January, just 2 days ago, 30 000 people rallied in Budapest against changes to the constitution brought in by their prime minister, Viktor Orban. The terrifying  notion hovers grimly in the air that this government and its most powerful leader does not have the best interests of the country and freedom for the Hungarian people at heart. ‘His democratic and economic credentials are increasingly in question’ according to BBC news. The threat of history repeating itself is real and horrifying.

 My heart cries for the country that gave me almost 4 months of freedom to find myself and the freedom to create and live and love as I chose. I, in my own world can do no more to help than the fairies that live under the toadstool in the shade of the giant tree, only hope that the strength of the Hungarian people will prevail and love will come out on top.