The worst things human nature created

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I’ve been vomiting words and blog posts recently, but been criticised for only doing it in my mother tongue. Since my visit a few weeks ago it feels oh so natural again to speak and write in Hungarian, but I appreciate you guys have been missing me here. To all the fans and to all the haters, to the ones who are “not fans” yet regularly read this blog and to everyone else in between: here is a topic I rarely talk about, but something that is somehow very close to my heart.

There are a couple of things in life I just can’t get my head around. Islamic extremest, the Al-Qaeda and all the nutcases who think they will arrive in Paradise once they killed enough people then killed themselves. Blaming it all on “religion”. Also shame on all the women who are part of this non-sence. You should know better.

Plastic. My Lord. (Not allowed to say My God and My Lord anymore btw, so putting them here VERY quietly.) I don’t understand how humanity – and God if you like – let this happen. How we created a situation that would never end well.. How we let our kids drown in plastic.

Thirdly, it was the first weekend after a long cold/fever combo that I could finally taste so I fancied a Sunday drink. With a nice glass of Mimosa and some good company at my favourite London downtown location (a.k.a my sofa) I was watching a movie called “42”. In 1946, Jackie Robinson is a Negro League baseball player who never takes racism lying down. Branch Rickey is a Major League team executive with a bold idea. To that end, Rickey recruits Robinson to break the unspoken color line as the first modern African American Major League player. As both anticipate, this proves a major challenge for Robinson and his family as they endure unrelenting racist hostility on and off the field, from player and fan alike.

It was probably the Prosecco in the orange juice that made me talk the entire movie through. Indignity, anger, outrange was what I felt and probably shame for being white. Anyone who understands racism, can you please explain it to me? I totally sense the non-sense, so not what I’m asking… Who the f decided that some people are better than others?

Do I have to feel lucky because I’m a white European? Because I have brown hair and grey eyes, because I’m normal weight and heterosexual?

Some people have too much time to come up with theories about why white people are better or why muslims are better. Racism, religion, sexual orientation – really? I promise I won’t kill you just because the cheesecake I make is a lot better than yours. At least I think it’s better. #fuckracism

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