Hungary

Breakfast break in Székesfehérvár, Viktor Orbán’s home town. Everything is unexciting, almost nice for a spontaneous break and at the same time almost interchangeably boring. Baroque architecture and Secession style characterize not only this city, but also the overall architectural image of Hungary. In between, a yawning, flat emptiness: steppes, meadows, small forests and isolated farmsteads, abandoned or not. Most of the country’s people live in Budapest anyway – the next destination on our journey. We drive along the highway through sun-dappled monotony and earth-brown landscapes. Depending on the region, the names of the cities we pass sound familiar or unpronounceable. Hungary, the land of the middle, the land in between. Historically wedged between Central Europe and the Ottoman Empire, the USSR and Yugoslavia, Christianity and Islam.

St.-Stephans-Denkmal in Budapest

If the country’s history is channeled at one point, it is at the Castle Palace in Budapest. Kings ruled here over the centuries. They defended themselves unsuccessfully against the Ottomans and during the Second World War, the German Wehrmacht used the castle’s underground cave system as its headquarters. Finally, the communists also left their mark of devastation.

Today, the castle is being restored to its former glory. It is a prestige project, visible from afar on the highest point of the city. Nationalism and a glorifying historicism help to create a sense of identity.

Matthiaskirche in Budapest
Dreifaltigkeitsstatue in Budapest
View on Pest

People crowd the railings of the Fisherman’s Bastion for a selfie with the Danube and the Pest side opposite in the background. Budapest attracts all kinds of tourists: individual travelers passing through. Couples in love spending their first vacation together. Young people spending their first ever vacation without their parents. City travelers and short breaks. Europeans and Americans, Asians and Africans. Art lovers and foodies. Travel groups over 70, school classes. Graduation trips. Families who come from Lake Balaton and dutifully squeeze in a day of culture between bathing days.

And the city gives all these people exactly what they could be looking for. Some peace and quiet and hustle and bustle. Filthy backstreets and princely promenades. A market full of food and yet in the end only touristy junk sales. A city that breathes history and a country that is reinventing itself.

Street Artist in Budapest
Starbucks in Budapest
Fischerbastei in Budapest
Evangelische Kirche im Burgviertel Budapest
Statue in Budapest

A huge hall made of glass and steel. The heat is building up here on this August day. Streams of tourists push their way through the narrow corridors on the second floor between souvenir stores and food stalls. Fruit and vegetables are piled up in colorful heaps. Meat and sausages hang from the ceiling of the butchers’ shops. Liqueurs spread the sweet smell of distillate and a man rolls out sheets of dough for Baumkuchen.

This market caters to both the food needs of the locals and the greed for photo opportunities and for tourists’ junk. The aisles at the back are quieter, almost eerily deserted. By lunchtime, the people of Budapest have probably finished their shopping. The crowds of tourists remain in the front. A quick glance into the hall is enough for them – hardly any of them stray into its heart.

Nagycsarnok - Market Hall in Budapest
Nagycsarnok - Market Hall in Budapest
Ponte della Libertà in Budapest

The Danube divides the city. On one side is majestic Buda with its towering castle. On the other side is Pest – a lively city. Its face is marked, how could it be otherwise, by all the cultures and historical events that have come together here. Baroque, communism, Islam and Judaism, modernity and antiquity, West, East, elegance and concrete, water, earth and the lights of the metropolis. We discover a restrained, rebellious youth culture in the skate park, Christian symbols of power and gray, chunky buildings from the days of socialist Hungary under János Kádár. Hip cafés sell their coffee creations in the ground floor stores of magnificent old buildings. Pensioners sit in the shade of old trees in the city’s parks.

View on the Danube
Skaterpark in Budapest
St.-Stephans-Basilika in Budapest
St.-Stephans-Basilika in Budapest

Arriving at the Kettenbrücke, we hear a muffled bass, a distorted electric guitar and the beating of a drum. A free concert in front of a small bar on the Danube. A few listeners have gathered around the stage. The music is experimental, bold, but not daring. It’s not bad and the audience is getting bigger. The sounds mingle with the engine noise of passing cars. The heat of the afternoon makes us sweat and is almost unbearable here, on the shadeless banks of the Danube. It’s time to move on.

Timid Kooky in Budapest
Timid Kooky in Budapest
Timid Kooky in Budapest

Shoes are still standing on the banks of the Danube within earshot of the band. They are pairs without feet, without legs and without bodies. The human being is missing. They are metal sculptures commemorating the murder of Hungarian Jews at the end of the Second World War. Their bodies were thrown into the river by the National Socialists. The people have gone, not forgotten. They left their earthly possessions behind.

Shoes at the Banks of the Danube

Mist rises from the ground. The light turns gold, then blue, as the day slowly fades. The heat has subsided. The statue of Count Gyula Andrássy is a replica of the original, which was melted down after the Second World War to erect a statue of Stalin. Budapest clearly shows the traces of the past, of the constant change of power and the ultimately homogeneous course of time. Here, in front of the parliament, we can speak freely. No one is watching or monitoring us. And yet Hungary is flirting with totalitarian regimes and distancing itself from the European Union. A country in the middle, a country in between. A country that is searching for itself.

It is getting emptier in front of the parliament. Tomorrow, crowds will gather here for the national holiday. There will be a gigantic fireworks display over the Danube. Hungary will celebrate itself. By then we will have left Budapest.

Hungarian Parliament
Graf-Gyula-Andrássy-Reiterstatue
Hungarian Parliament
Budapest-Felsővízivár Pfarrkirche St. Anna
Budapest-Felsővízivár Pfarrkirche St. Anna

We leave the country and head south towards Serbia. It’s a different region and yet it looks the same as almost everywhere else: sun-yellowed monotony and earth-brown landscapes. We stop at a rest area for a short break. A group of off-road vehicles with German license plates have parked at the edge of the tarmac. They want to continue eastwards.

The signs along the highway point to Europe: Austria and Slovakia in one direction. To the Balkan states in the other. Ukraine and Romania along here, to Serbia, North Macedonia or even Greece to the south. Kosovo, with its smouldering conflict, is not far either. And it’s not even 1,000 kilometers to Istanbul. Hungary lies between the worlds.

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