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What’s Yours Is Mine But Mine Stays Mine – luggage theft in Hungary

When it is pointed out to Hungarians that in 1956 (and now) many Hungarians became migrants, the answer is always and without fail, “but we integrated. Never lied, never stole.” Which blatantly flies in the face of the countless signs that had to be mounted around Austria, admonishing Hungarians in their own language not to steal. But (apparently) I digress.

Actually, I don’t. Stealing has always been a national sport in Eastern Europe (and yes, I deliberately include Hungary in this. If you want to make such a huge deal out of the V4 alliance, to the point of putting on concerts and other “friendship-promoting” events, you’re going to have to deal with it. Mentally you’re right up there with Poland, which is about as Northern European as I am 100% fully and purely white).

The V4 alliance prides itself on its values: Patria – Deus – Familia are the three pillars guiding those very fine nations (in their own estimation at least), and all this occurs under the banner of Humiliation (fighting it while simultaneously dishing it out). HuPol© (the eternal unholy alliance of Hungary and Poland, my term) especially prides itself on forcing family values down everyone’s throat while pumping one’s chest and proclaiming how good, kind, god-fearing, and oh-so-virtuous one is. It’s not us committing those crimes, oh no Siree. It’s them, The Other. Preferably those who – to quote Hungarians not willing to come across as (blatant) racist – “didn’t get their tans over the summer.”

So recent reports of people missing items from inside their checked Luggage should then of course be blamed on those very same people with the Lovely Tan.

Except that this time it can’t be. You see, there’s just the tiniest of glitches, microscopic really, So microscopic in fact that it shouldn’t even be mentioned. Those people with the lovely tan do not work at the airport. At least not in those positions. The narrative is that they’re, of course, work shy. But the truth is that my Hungarian brethren would never let anyone who isn’t white, 7 feet tall, and distinctly Aryan get any advantage. That’s because they always need to be kissing somebody’s ass. Then come those deemed Magyar enough (with their family names of Horváth (the Croatian), Németh (the German), and Lengyel (the Pole), to name but a few, denoting a different kind of melting pot. Anyone not fitting that idea(l) is relegated to beggar, undesirable, untouchable. And you don’t let the undesirables have any kind of jobs.

Yet, items have gone missing, often without even the pretense of disguising the theft, luggage items have been slashed, locks broken. After all, the deed has been done, and the Hungarian motto of why should I care if it doesn’t concern me is alive and well.

The thefts themselves are already worrying enough. But there is another even more disturbing trend. All the people who have reported these thefts were visibly foreigners. Spouting racial slurs constantly without any remorse is one thing (not acceptable in the least, but at least confined to the verbal). Openly and shamelessly attacking foreigners is a whole other. Though we all know that from verbal slurs / harassment to physical acts (of violence) it is only one tiny step, a step whose occurrence is merely a matter of time.



This post first appeared on Helsinki-Budapest, please read the originial post: here

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