Adéle Eisenstein
I am writing this text at the last minute before going to press.
Just as I am curating a show abroad* – and waiting for the last
minute in deciding the precise content of some of the new pieces and actions.
Time has taken on new dimensions in Hungary – in a number of
different ways. But what I am referring to first is the phenomenon
of waking up each day to a new scandal, a new horror, the constant
sensation that it cannot get any worse than this – and then it does.
The next day, we awake to the next shocking piece of news or new legislation, the next political appointment.