#Hungarian communities

[languagexs]

English to Hungarian Language Services: Ensuring Inclusion and Understanding

In our increasingly interconnected world, language differences can still create major barriers to access and inclusion. For the nearly 1.4  million Hungarian speakers in America navigating healthcare, legal matters, education and daily life, professional English to Hungarian language services prove invaluable by fostering understanding between cultures. Hungarian Speakers in the US – A Vibrant…

[russellradio]

landoscar shoulder squeeze 🥹 they said why kill each other when we can kill everyone else

[slutforpringles]

Daniel talking to his engineer in the garage ahead of FP2 at the Hungaroring | Friday | Budapest | Rudy Carezzevoli

[septictankie]

The Soviet intervention in Hungary in 1956 and Czechoslovakia in 1968 were objectively far better than what the US tends to do when countries anywhere defy its hegemony.

[dora-papp]

Never thought I'd try to explain the situation here in Hungary with this meme, but here we are. It's been six months since I got first notified that several of my novels got wrapped in plastic in bookshops - courtesy of the so-called child protection law in Hungary. One of my young adult novels had been on the shelves for eight years before that law came and slapped us in the face. Now it's considered 18+ because there is ONE gay side character in it.

Read more here. Fun fact (not so fun in real life): the photo used in the article is of my novels wrapped in plastic.

[csillagfolyam]

Tumblr közösség

Sziasztok! Ez egy rendhagyó poszt...

Készítettem egy tumblr community-t a blogomhoz hasonló témában. Itt velem is könnyebben kapcsolatba tudtok lépni és egymással is megoszthattok posztokat. Ezekre lehet kommentelni és reakciókat küldeni is.

Remélem sikerül egy összetartó, hasonló érdeklődési körű emberekből álló, magyar közösséget létrehoznunk.

https://www.tumblr.com/join/SPTpibjj -> ezzel a linkkel lehet csatlakozni<3

✨✨✨ Itt tudod megnézni:

[silentreigns]

I find it SO interesting that both Max and Lewis directly call out the development progress made with the cars they drive, but the reactions from the fans are drastically different. I wonder why 🤔

[socialismforall]

The Dictatorship of One Class | "Greetings to the Hungarian Workers" 1919 Lenin Audiobook+Discussion

[all-things-are-nothing-to-me]

And this is why we call them Tankies.

[the-breadwizard]

Hungarian village in Slovakia gothic

You know who most of the people are. They know who you are. Everyone is a stranger. Except the grandparents.

You see more and more strangers nowadays. You instinctually hate them. You don't know what they are doing in Your home and it bothers you. (it's your home, not theirs, even though you only spend your weekends there, now).

You know two languages by the time you're fourteen - you were taught to despise one and all those who speak it, that on some level they are your enemy, and anyways, they hate you so it's only fair (it wasn't by your teachers but everyone around you), and to love the other, that it is sacred and it is an unreplaceable part of your identity and that They will try to take it away from you. It is unclear who They are.

You grew up knowing that even though this is your home, it was-somehow-taken from you. It was over a hundred years ago. You have to mourn it. You have to. Even your grandparents weren't alive when it happened, but it has to hurt you the same way it hurt everyone then. Otherwise-do you really belong to us?

Behind the community centre are injection needles thrown everywhere. When you were eight, you saw someone sitting there, holding their arm. You didn't quite understand what was happening, but it scared you.

A few years later you can name those from your school who you know deal drugs. You know where they live. You pity them, but don't care much anymore.

Your classmates didn't like you much-but you didn't like them much either, so it was alright. You find out some time later that at least half of them are related to you.

There are statues of saints all over the village. You know what they stand for even though you were never taught about them. There is a Virgin Mary on a road in the middle of the fields. There's also one not far from your house. You hope they will protect you.

The language you speak has words in it that people from two villages over don't understand.

Your grandparents use words you don't understand.

There is a bog in your backyard. Well, more like a lake, but the reeds get closer every year.

The house is decorated with stuffed animal carcasses and deer skulls. Hunting is the only thing you've ever seen your grandfather really care about. You wonder if it has to do something with his military enlistment.

The only thing you ever wanted was to leave here - and it's like the Fields around the village can feel that. Every time you go there, you find something watching you. A hawk, a hare, deers, pheasants. They look directly at you. And don't move.

The Fields - long, empty pieces of land. You know the next village is only five kilometers away. You can't see it. In the summer, when the corn grows tall, it becomes like a wall all around. The canola flowers flood them twice a year - after you pass them, you can't really get the smell out of your nose. For a long while.

You're not fazed by the noise of shotguns - it is hunting season after all. It is always. Be careful when you go into the forest.

Your dad taught you how to shoot with an airgun at ten, for seemingly no reason. You have never been hunting. It's good to know how.

Someone is living in the forest. You've never seen them. Still, be careful. You can never be too careful.

Everyone calls it a forest, but really, it's just a couple of trees most likely planted less than fifty years ago to catch the wind. You can't exactly get lost in them, i mean, most of them are in orderly lines, grown to be cut down later. It's smaller every year.

You were raised to be cruel right from the start. You were praised for killing slugs and frogs and the animals that were unwanted.

You come home from school one day. There is a half-skinned rabbit hanging next to where you always put your bicycle. It will be finished later.

There are always new bones for the dog to chew on. Bigger. More bloody. It still kills the moles that are too slow.

You know the smell of raw meat. It is everywhere in the cellar. You also know how it smells when it's rotting.

There aren't many things to do, anywhere, without going to a city. Most people don't do that. After all, you can drink at home too. Or behind the community house. Or in the forest.

There was a murder a few years ago. You know the house where it happened, you passed it hundreds of times. When you go out with your friends, your mother tells you to be careful. Always more careful.

And don't you smile. You do not get to smile. You should always look at least emotionless. You should be miserable and bitter and pointless like the rest of us decent people

you do not get to remind us of everything we could have been, you have to rot away right here where you were born, you do not get to get out

..................

Come, have a beer. And a pálinka. And another. And another. Another

@mist-the-wannabe-linguist @alexandrintea @thuja-the-gay-monster-lover you get a tag too mert átérzed

[treasureyourfire]

Tarot in the shadow of Anxiety

-Long Vent post-

(English is not my mother language, sorry for the mistakes.)

I am currently in such a state that my faith in myself and in the Tarot has been greatly shaken.

If anyone else has experienced something similar, I'd appreciate some advice.

Anxiety and panic make it difficult to read -especially- to myself. I've always struggled with self-confidence, I can't fully trust my intuition either, it's hard for me to hear it. I try to meditate daily (but yeah, there are small or large breaks), try to connect to the right channel with breathing techniques and self-calming before reading, but there are situations when it's very difficult for me to find and maintain my inner peace. I get thrown off balance easily. I've been fine in recent months, although in general I get a milder anxiety when I sit down to read tarot, which I overcome sometimes quickly, sometimes more slowly. I think this originates from lack of self-confidence and maximalism, perfectionism.

However, recently I had a day where I went into overdrive, when I couldn't keep my patience and sanity.

I have been harassed in nearly a week by a hidden phone number that I did not answer. I usually don't answer if it's encrypted or if a displayed number isn't in my contact list.

I asked cards for it and interesting things came out of the caller, what kind of person it might be.

Since when I've started practice tarot, this was my first YES or NO question :

Do I know the person personally?

I got the Five of Swords, which I took as a definite NO, so I didn't deal with it any further.

Then, early in the morning on Monday this week (March 25, 2024), my phone vibrated again, twice in a row, this time with an actual phone number. On the first call, it "rang" persistently and for a long time, the second call was shorter, lasted about half a minute. It wasn't in my phonebook and I wasn't expecting a call from anywhere or anyone, I didn't make new acquaintances recently, so I didn't pick it up either.

But an avalanche of catastrophizing started in me... Could it be a doctor? Ambulance? Police? (I had reason to assume these possibilities due to certain events in my life.)

I didn't dare to call it back for several reasons.

I asked a card.

Why did this number call me?

Ten of Swords

I immediately panicked, especially after looking up the general meaning of the card. I feared the worst.

I asked another YES or NO question;

Should I call it back?

Strenght in Reverse

I took it as a NO.

This was where I first panicked and I was unable to ask the cards for clarification.

After I stopped asking, it was interesting that for some reason I always wanted to say or thought of Nine of Swords instead of Ten of Swords... I wondered what if that meant that my own negative mental state had produced this Ten of Swords and I didn't got the true message.

After making sure everyone is all right in the family, a big stone rolled off my chest. This time, however, I didn't leave it at that and called the helpline with that I might be a victim of telephone harassment and gave them the new number. After the family's and my own private investigation, it turned out that the number, which was not encrypted, was probably a wrong number and was not the same person who had been calling me from the hidden number. We laughed about it.

But next, the guilt and overthinking hit me... Why did I act... I rushed it... I want to stand up for myself "for once", but I still feel guilty, what if I send the police on an innocent person. As long as they deal with the matter... (I am writing this post on Wednesday. The police haven't contacted with me since then, and I expect that (even though it's their job to see about it) they let it go.)

After getting into a "calmer" state of mind, I sat down again that day to ask for clarification.

For the Ten of Swords (Why did this number call me?) I received the following cards;

Six of Pentacles

Seven of Cups

Five of Swords

Queen of Cups (I felt that this card represented me, but even though it was an upright card, in this situation it did not indicate its positive/healthy state.)

I read a negative message from it.

I asked it differently.

What was the caller's intention? ;

Ten of Pentacles

Four of Cups

This was where the complete confusion finally came.

This sentence comes out of my mouth many times during some readings; "I wish I hadn't asked."

I felt that the first and second half of the message were completely opposite to each other. First I thought of negative intention, then positive intention. Of course, I don't know the other side, and it seems I won't know what the caller's true motivation was.

Maybe the cards were showing my own confusion? That I thought of several possibilities regarding the case?

I haven't known the meaning of each card comprehensively, so it's difficult for me to interpret and read them together, especially when several cards pop out at the same time (I prefer to work with pop-out cards rather than drawing), and I know that negative emotions and thoughts can take me in the wrong direction, no matter how hard I try to ground myself.

Maybe I wanted to analyze a too complicated case (or I made it too complicated for myself) with too many cards and questions, because in the end it all felt like a big, self-contradictory mess. I tortured myself emotionally too much. I had enough and didn't want to continue to force myself to calm down, and to translate the messages more deeply and soberly.

Last I asked advice:

What to do next to make it the best for both sides:

The Magician

This was the point, when I had finally had enough for the day. For me, the Magician seemed to "scream": "Create, act!" And I was just... What should I do? Should I call the helpline again to ask to forget my call from earlier? Should I worsen the situation or my own mental well-being? No! It was enough! I just wanted to run away and break away.

My second intuition was that the Magician indicated that I should continue to deal with my own things (this card has shown itself to me many times in the nearly past), to look at the big picture, my whole life, not just this one day, as it was the only Major Arcana in the reading. However, I wouldn't consider The Magician as a "Let it go and move on" card. Or do I should?

In hindsight, under action and creation it might be referring to bringing my thoughts down to earth level, and with this post I just have done that.

In any case, my self-confidence went under the frog's butt after the incident, and maybe I'm even more anxious to take the Tarot in my hands... I'm afraid of new emotional turbulences (I hated them always), of being overwhelmed. Supposedly there is NO such thing as a WRONG READING (but maybe wrong channel), yet I am afraid that I am not doing it right… I am afraid of another meltdown and disappointment. If it turns out that Tarot is not my path either, then I have no idea what it could be...

I'm still very much a beginner, there are pitfalls with this, I shouldn't take it to heart, but it's always been difficult for me.

Do you have any advice for me about this spread?

What would you have read from these cards?

Looking at my situation through the eyes of an outsider, maybe would help me to be more enlightened.

I've tried to research the following topics before to become a better reader, but I'm grateful for any advice you guys can give me. <3

What techniques do you recommend to read card combinations?

Do you have any other tips for dealing with my "tarot-anxiety"?

advice on how to manage my relationship with Tarot,

advice on how to strengthen the connection with my intuition

advice on how to strengthen the connection with my spirit guides?

When does the mind (knowledge or ego) speak and when does intuition speak?

If you're still here and read all the way through, thank you very much!

We never know what someone has to experience and learn on their own path, there may be low points, but I hope that I will not create more posts with such a desperate and tormented state of mind.

Take care of yourselves. <3

[inutaffy]

i feel so spiritually connected to oswald cobblepot in a way i think can only be described as the relationship between bpd/depressed girls between the ages of 15-29 and lana del rey . i will never be a coquette girl (cringe lame weird just saying) but i will forever be a penguin boy. a supporter, a fan, an apologist, a kinnie, idc what word you use hes the only one who truly gets me , we are one in the same . he understands so much better than anyone ever has . i hope one day u guys find this in your life but anyway wheres the ed to my oswald

[starboymp3]

i have to translate this show abt jesus to hungarian for my dad and i thought yeah ill ship some bitches just to make it bearable and also to piss off god, and i thought it would be probably jesus and judas ill start shipping or something but it was simon peter and this random roman soldier. oh well. also two women. they were literally flirting.

[unnerving-presence]

in my tarhos kovács era

[dora-papp]

It's been six months since I was threatened to get spat on. Back in June 2023, after they started fining booksellers because of the child protection law changes in Hungary, I got a call from my publisher about having to choose another category for three of my YA novels - those that have LGBT side characters in them, therefore could not be sold to anyone under 18 anymore. I remember that day very clearly. I remember the moment the decision was born in my head that I'm not going to stay silent about this. Yes, I could have just easily said to my readers: "Lovelies, from now on please find these three books on another shelf in bookstores, thanks, bye." But that's not me. I owed an explanation to my readers. I also knew that soon the shitshow was going to come down on all of us, meaning many Hungarian authors, booksellers, publishers, readers. Everyone was going to be furious, but nothing could be done. Hungary - the country without consequences, as we call it.

So I opened my mouth and started to speak on TikTok, on Insta, on Twitter, on Facebook. And with the tremendous amount of love and support, the trolls came too. And it's one thing when someone with no profile picture says that I should be glad that my "sex books" were even allowed to be in bookshops till then, and a whole another thing when someone flat out comments they will spit on me at my next public book signing - which was coming up in Budapest, the biggest one of the year, the most important one for Hungarian authors, on the Book Week.

So for the first time in my career, I had to have security guards while signing my books for my amazing readers. And what happened? I'll tell you what happened. The longest signing event of my career, almost three hours. Countless smiles and stories from supportive readers, photos, gifts, even tears. One of the best days of my life. And all this without that coward troll who threatened me. We won that day. It's been six months. Fines for booksellers, fear, plastic wraps on LGBT YA books - even if there's only one gay side character in the story, like in the case of my book Tük��rlelkek. I'd love to say that the law is not affecting my creative energies, but that's just not true. I thought I was over this trauma - the craze, the interviews and the harrassment from June. And this is just me. All of Hungary's literature and bookish people are affected, if you ask me. I don't really see the light at the end of the tunnel yet, but telling this story now could be a start.

[workersolidarity]

History of The Hungarian People's Republic Part I

After WWI, Fascist Capitalist dictators were installed in Eastern European countries with the support of the Western Powers, including the United States.

In Hungary, as in Germany, Fascist forces mustered up enormous resources to disseminate anti-Communist and anti-Jewish propaganda to lay blame for Hungary's troubles on these populations.

This is just a small part of the incredible detail the Finish Bolshevik goes into while analyzing the history of the Hungarian People's Republic.

There's so much more and if you prefer to read rather than watch videos, here's the like to Part I: