Wednesday, November 2, 2016

7 Things Transylvania Taught Me About Nationalism

A Hungarian couple invited me to attend a trip with them to the Székely Land in Transylvania. The Székely people are Hungarians who live in Romania. Prior to the First World War, Transylvania was part of Hungary. As punishment for the war, the allies gave Transylvania to Romania as part of the Trianon Treaty.

Almost 100 years later, the Hungarians are now a minority in Transylvania. Romanian and Gypsies were relocated to Transylvania in an attempt of ethnic cleansing. However, the Hungarians have maintained their identity and they still dream of a day of reclaiming their homeland.


  1. Who would have thought it. Trump came out of nowhere and triggered a revolution, and just like the fall of the Berlin wall which led to the collapse of the Soviet Union - no one saw it coming.
    A wonderful time to be alive.
    Thank God for the Internet, the work done by bloggers like yourself, Ramz, and Donald J Trump!

    PS. A lovely analysis of what the true meaning of Nationalism is - and if you have time, would you please tell me what that hauntingly beautiful guitar piece is.

  2. Lots of Saxons still in Transylvania, I understand.

  3. Been visiting Transylvania Ramz? How exciting.
    BTW is that a puncture wound I see on your forehead a little to the upper right?

  4. It is good to see you back, Ramz. I believe that the east of Europe is the spiritual reserve of the West. I hope that they are our salvation. But the cultural marxists are trying to poison them also.

    I still remember a time when my country was like the Hungarians you describe. But my country changed fast. So fast we almost didn't realized it. It was insidious. They are trying to do the same thing with the east. I hope they resist.

  5. The endurance of nationality can be amazing. I was once in the Italian Tyrols that were gained by Italy from Austria after WW1; almost a hundred years ago. We went into a sidewalk cafe in town for a snack, and the chalked menu board was in German. The waitress was wearing a dirndl type of dress and asked me in German what we would like. I had to change gears quickly to dredge up my remaining German. It is heartening that even a little sliver like this area is still able to hang on to it's identity. I can see how a nation like Poland even with almost no natural barriers, was able to preserve its nationality after centuries of being squeezed remorselessly by its more powerful neighbors. Identity is an even more powerful force.
    And; Go Trump, no surrender!