People love big things. Big cars, big houses, big countries. Something in the human brain still worships scale, as if the mammoth that impressed our ancestors is still walking somewhere behind us. And so, many citizens will proudly point at the map and say: “Look how enormous it is — this is greatness.” They say it with the same confidence with which a smoker says his cough is “just from … Read the rest
People like “strong leadership” for the same reason people like a single pill that fixes diabetes: it feels clean, it feels decisive, and it lets you stop thinking about the messy parts—diet, adherence, side effects, long-term damage. The problem is that politics, like medicine, punishes magical thinking. Fast action is not the same thing as correct action, and the price of being wrong at scale is paid in blood, debt, … Read the rest
Europe is very easy to insult.
From a certain angle, the continent looks like an aging museum with Wi-Fi: polite, overregulated, uncomfortable with power, lost in its own procedures while other players move faster and hit harder. If you lived here in the 1970s and come back now, the contrast feels almost obscene. Where once your memory stored quiet town squares and local accents, now it finds the familiar … Read the rest
Tired after more than twelve hours working day I was driving home through Andrássy Street recently and got slowed down by the taxi drivers’ protest. Blue lights, horns, yellow cars squeezed together like irritated bees. In that moment, when the city suddenly becomes a bottleneck of human frustration, you cannot help wondering how many strange incentives are packed into one square kilometer of Budapest traffic.
At first glance they looked … Read the rest
