You may have noticed that there are some pretty shady characters kicking around in Budapest: the ones who think they're in a Hungarian variant of the SS. The uniform of camouflage trousers and jack boots is completed with a black bomber jacket with a sewn-on badge of "Greater Hungary" - thanks mum! - and a t-shirt that proudly announces:
"MAGYAR VAGYOK NEM TURISTA!" (I'm Hungarian, not a tourist.)
It's not easy to comprehend the thinking of the confused misanthropic nationalist youth at the best of times. Unless there's some genuine resistance to tourism, which isn't beyond possibility, I can only assume that these t-shirts have to be worn beyond Hungary's borders to make any sense.
It's impossible to say where teenage angst ends and where fascism in earnest begins but it's disappointing that no one seems too interested in making any opposing political fashion statements. (Perhaps because that would result in having the shit kicked out of you by the kids in the jack boots.)
But maybe it's just that the fashion industry hasn't cornered the market. Here are a few ideas, just in case...
"MAGYAR VAGYOK NEM TURISTA!" (I'm Hungarian, not a tourist.)
It's not easy to comprehend the thinking of the confused misanthropic nationalist youth at the best of times. Unless there's some genuine resistance to tourism, which isn't beyond possibility, I can only assume that these t-shirts have to be worn beyond Hungary's borders to make any sense.
It's impossible to say where teenage angst ends and where fascism in earnest begins but it's disappointing that no one seems too interested in making any opposing political fashion statements. (Perhaps because that would result in having the shit kicked out of you by the kids in the jack boots.)
But maybe it's just that the fashion industry hasn't cornered the market. Here are a few ideas, just in case...
Andy Sz.
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