Hungary is the first country, which is a member of the EU and a protectorate of Schengen borders and who actually made any attempt to quell the situation. Although most people requesting refugee status had already stepped foot in a Schengen country, they were first registered here – and the statistics paint a pretty picture when one takes a glance at the incline of immigrants in recent years. It’s of course a whole different issue that after registering, most of the people seeking refugee status headed further west – no complaints, we did our part of the Dublin Treaty. (What’s more, Hungary found itself on the losing end of an international court case, so there’s really nothing else we can do.) First, it was the hopeless Kosovoians who bumped up the statistics and after, following in – quite literally, their footsteps (partly from the trampled footpaths, partly from the developing human trafficking trade) - this summer we were met with the arrival of actual refugees fleeing from war.
It was obvious from the start that the Hungarian system was unprepared for this, despite having recently completed a national consultation and poster campaign. In actuality, we would have had plenty of time to prepare that numerous amount of accommodation about which Minister of Internal Affairs Sandor Pintér had spoken about in regards to the minority of Hungarians living in Ukraine. Whatever our standpoint may be towards the migrant situation, one thing is for sure, and that is that the Hungarian government did not accomplish its basic tasks from mid-August to early September: these tasks were done by volunteers, doctors, and interpreters; a chain of warnings and donations were the substitution in first Szeged, then Eastern Railway Station, and finally at Röszke. Whether this was planned by the state in order for its citizens to feel the pressure of the situation, or whether they were simply too lame to act, we’ll never know.
It was proper briefing of the situation that was most absent: it wasn’t only the migrants who had no clue what was going on, but also the Hungarian citizens. The otherwise outspoken political leaders disappeared, Sandor Pinter went on holiday, the opposition was nowhere to be found, all this while the entire world media made camp in the deadly heat at Baross square. The migrants wanted to continue their trek, and the government, whether waiting for a sign from Berlin, or by heat of passion didn’t want to let them go. All the while not concerning itself with them in any other way. My colleague Andras Stumpf put it perfectly when he stated that maybe they should head towards the refugee camp if they require supplies. But then the question arises: if a maximum 2-3 thousand people fit in a refugee camp, where are we to put 2-3 refugees arriving a day?
Walking around the square was enough to make one’s heart burst. First and foremost because of the children. No family-man departs on such a journey like this without good reason. But even when considering the lone young men, we have no way of knowing who they were forced to leave behind in Turkish, Lebanese, Jordanian, or Iranian refugee camps: mothers, fathers, wives, girlfriends, boyfriends, children. Walking around the Eastern Train Station one was forced to consider what would happen if we ourselves would have to flee. How much would we take into consideration the laws existing in the countries we entered, knowing that there my family would find peace.
The answer? I probably wouldn’t consider it at all.