If it looks like a duck…
I was born and grew up in Budapest, capitol of Hungary in 1972. Our flat was on the borders of three distritcts. The once posh I. with the royal castle and villas of the by then long gone aristocracy, the hilly XII. with the famous Rózsadomb, the epitomy of the higher bourgeoise, and the mostly flat XI. which was (and still is) the most populous district of the capital. Our so called 'city houses' stood on the very edge of the XI. district, with a good view to the other two. A bigger piece of sloping land in the hillside, surrounded by five four storey buidlings (officially named 'A' to 'E') built by the state in 1926 for its public servants. My grandfather, who was a doctor working for the social insurance trust, received a 3 and a half room appartement there since he had six children. My mother was his youngest offspring and he decided to keep her by his side to take care of him and my grandmother. When I and shortly after me my brother was born we were living with my grandparents, six of us on 96 square meters, one toilet, and one bathroom. And we considered ourselves lucky, since we were living at least in a building built to higher standards even if the houses were only superficially and very cost savingly renovated from the damages of World War II. The front two houses facing the street (in one of them, building 'A' was our flat) had to have a new roof installed since a german ammo truck recieved a hit in front of them during the siege of Budapest, and the blast literally blew away the roofs, otherwise miraculously causing no serious damage to the buildings themselves.
After the communist take-over, in order to change the conservative social fabric of these districts members of the communist party were issued flats. In the 'city houses' e.g. on the newly built 5th floor, or they were forcibly inserted to other flats of the compound where there were less people than the centrally delcared 2 per room. For example a childless couple in a similar sized flat, living together with a cousin and her husband whose flat was destroyed, were forced to cede 1,5 room to such a partymember.
Growing up in this environment was a unique experience. The intermingling of the higher level, but undereducated communists, and the once middle-upper middle class of the previous system, whose expertise could not have been neglected in running the country caused a vibrating, challenging sorrounding especially for kids in my age. What to tell, what not to tell, what are the nuisances, which little signs show changes in the higher party leadership etc. The ideology filled things we were taught in the school were corrected by my parents, grandparents and some neighbours. Of course not 'those' on the 5th floor.
To sum it up I, like most of the kids in our yard, developed 'sensors' for unsaid things. Small pauses during a conversation, invisible nods towards the direction of present, but outside hearing range persons, overly zealous speaches about insignificant ideological issues or the opposite going suddenly completely silent about things we used to discuss. That of course on the level of kids.
This mood has started to change slowly when Gorbachev came to power and Hungary was his prime student in reforms. Hungary was always an exception, we said we were the funniest barrack in the communist camp, so e.g. our leadership could be softly criticised by people appointed by the party. I was 13 in 1985, a little premature for my age, but there was something clearly in the air. Old slogans have felt somehow hollow, but the quickly entrepeneur turned party members kept repeating them for years right until the collapse of the system. It was a complete and perfect oxymoron when those high ranking communist directors suddenly became capitalists, bankers and owners overnight in 1989-90. 'Naturally' still speaking about common ownership, public good and stuff like that and at the same time treating factories, mines, banks and other companies like their own, under the protective umbrella of the People's Republic's laws and the party's influence of course. After and during the 1990 change they bought them off for chips and beads, turning their de facto status into de jure ownership. Coming of age and growing up in an intellectual family where everything was dicussed I was more or less a conscious viewer of the communist system's slow hollowing out, then rapid collapse.
Why is it important now? And what has poultry to do with it? Well the overall current situation here in the EU is becoming more and more similar to that of 1985-90. There are things, obvious facts which cannot be openly said, or discussed. There are slogans, which obviously cover well defined and specific partial interests, yet presented as generally accepted facts, or even as the unquestionable truth. Fighting against corruption (also a slogan of the past) means choking competition, speaking of equal burdens means reaping someone else's harvest and so on. When I hear other contemporary blindly EU supporting, LGBT, anti-gun, human rights etc. slogans I feel like 1980's. The same internationalist, left-wing exaggregations, generalizations, unachievable, unaccomplishable social engineering solutions, what is more in most cases by the very same persons of the ancien regime!
For people having the privilege of not living under such circumstances their slogans, ideas are mostly not out of the context of our everyday life, the so called 'progress'. They may seem like mostly harmless and may appear as unimportant. For us having endured the deadly embrace of communism for decades seeing and what is more important feeling the same gives us the chill. But this time it is NOT 1985 or 1990. There are no hundreds of thousands of foreign troops in Eastern Europan countries. This time we, former East Bloc countries are not occupied, desperate pariahs looking for any way out of the grasps of an oppressor.
Tell me why is it different: forcing you to accept illegal immigrants into you country (general, obligatory migrant quotes in the EU) to forcibly moving people into your house or flat? What major differences are in killing bystanders (collateral damage in newspeak) in the name of human rights or R2P, and 'with one voice say lasting peace, stand up and fight with us for it' (popular hungarian song in the communist era)? The more power Brussels is trying to take away by coercion or outright blackmail from the nation states the more it looks like soviet Moscow.
Soros fans say that it is NOT a duck, but it is yellow, it walks, quacks like one, lives with the other poultry and can swim. You may say it is the brave new face of democracy, but when I see a dictatorship I can tell you it is one.