Tuesday, 21 June 2016
Thursday, 7 January 2016
Dear Mr David Cameron, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland,
Had we met this afternoon during your state visit to Budapest and after your meetings with Viktor Orbán (the Prime Minister of Hungary), we would have been able to show you so much of this genuinely wonderful city. Maybe a nice walk down the Danube to see the lights from the Castle and the Chain Bridge, or maybe we could have treated you to a pálinka or two in a local bar.
Instead you chose to snuggle up into bed with Orbán, most likely swapping right-wing policies just like Pokémon cards and scheming about the EU.
Mr Cameron, we definitely don't agree on many things but we could have had a great time debating why you turned a blind eye to the biblical flooding of the North of England (which also affected my family), your tripling of tuition fees after promising never to raise them and your obsessive desire to squeeze money out of hardworking families through cuts to tax credits and the bedroom tax. We don't agree on Syria, we don't agree on the economy and I'm suspicious of big business and cronyism but imagine that debate, David.
We're the couple who would always argue, but where's the fun of always getting along with each other?
Instead you're massaging your allies and turning a blind eye once again to the world. When you arrived here you certainly didn't see the freezing cold metro station full of homeless people that I did, or the alcoholics in the park or the gypsy families selling party hats for small change. You didn't see the people struggling to make a living only for their money to mean nothing when they enter the gates of the Eurozone, nor the real side of this city. I bet you've never even seen the real side of London all the way from Eton and Number 10 Downing Street.
You should stay away from that Orbán fella too, he's a terrible influence on you. Suffocating the media and dealing with shady and downright vile characters really isn't your colour.
Dave, next time you're in Budapest - call me. I have a lot of things to say to you and we need to talk.
Wednesday, 2 December 2015
- You put almost everything directly onto nouns and verbs instead of 'around' them like English:
anya - mother -> anyám - my mother
beszélni - to speak -> beszélek - I speak.
beszéltem - I spoke. ('t' lets you know it is past tense)
- There are loads of brand new vowels, and to a born and bred Geordie they all sound verrry similar: a, á, e, é, i, í, o, ó, ö, ő, u, ú, ü, ű
- Sometimes you just leave out the verb, it's actually grammatically incorrect to have it there. Don't ask:
Gareth angol. - Gareth (is) English.
Viktor nem angol, ő magyar - Viktor (is) not English, he (is) Hungarian.
- Swearing in Hungarian is awesome:
Lófasz a seggedbe! Fuck off! (Literally: A horse dick into your ass!)
Nyald ki a seggem - Kiss my ass (Literally: Lick my ass)
- City names are awesome too:
Hódmezővásárhely is a town in Southern Hungary literally translated as 'beaver field marketplace'.
That's certainly not it, but I have an entire notepad of grammar rules wrote down and I still need space since there are more exceptions to the rule than rules themselves.
Once you have understood the concept of most of the grammar rules it's fairly easy to use them. Learning the vocabulary then becomes your Everest.
If you're learning Hungarian and you're a secret grammar freak like me, I definitely recommend HungarianReference.com. It unfortunately hasn't been updated recently, but it's a brilliant start to teaching yourself or as a companion to your study.
Monday, 30 November 2015
For example, the translation of camera is 'fényképezőgép'. The struggle is real, ladies and gentlemen.
Tuesday, 13 January 2015
Most importantly and most notably, I moved to Vienna in September and began a (possible) new career in teaching.
At the start of 2014 I was incredibly apprehensive about my future. 4.5 years of university education actually left me unmotivated, unchallenged and feeling negative and cynical about that 'world of work' that everyone was banging on about.
If it wasn't for the majority of the people I met at university then I wouldn't have even (wanted to) finish my course.
You need to find a full time job Gareth and you need to find one now. You need a car and a mortgage and how on earth are you going to afford all that and still be happy?
Apart from a few golden moments it's truly been my annus horribilis this year. 2015 has to be better, without a shadow of a doubt. It can't be much worse.
I was sorely tempted to make a high-level Latin / gay sex joke here butt I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Thankfully I got my degree, got a job and then proceeded to leave the country for good. Even if that sounds melodramatic it's an incredibly soul crushing process to systematically tie yourself down at the same time as living the life someone else wants for you, not your own.
So I quit my full time job, packed up and fucked off. I started working at my two schools straight away and it's refreshing to have so much responsibility and to be able to take charge. I'm no sit-in-the-back-and-make-comments sort of teaching assistant, I actually teach.
I'm more than often working alongside the teachers to prepare the material but 100% standing up in front of these doe-eyed teenagers and fuck me I do it well if I do say so myself.
I've heard anecdotes from former TAs, as well as future applicants who praised the ability to get paid a decent salary for doing fuck all but I've worked hard to distance myself from them and will continue to do so.
So it's been a fast moving year indeed. We're in the middle of January and it's already 13° here. People are wearing sunglasses and taking their clothes off by the canal outside my apartment.
Bear in mind that over the last few weeks it's been -5° on average. That's mind boggling.
I have to decide whether to stay in Vienna for one more academic year soon; whether I want to risk the security of having a job waiting for me after summer or to go somewhere brand new and try my luck at finding a life, love and building happiness in this new place.
I just completed my first freelance translation job with more to come this month which I am very proud about and I am starting to really get into the swing of the work/social life balance here. I give (very well) paid private tuition here, have been recently asked if it's possible to do more and i've been offered a 30€/hr teaching day in Carinthia in February near to the Slovenian border with Austria.
2015 is shaping up to be something indeed, god knows what will happens but hopefully it's better than how shitty 2014 was.