Going back to the rabbit from yesterday I`ve found another note in the pool of information of Monsieur M. A. Thesis. (I texted a friend the other day saying I couldn’t make a meeting because I was having a date with Monsieur Thesis. Since then out three year old relationship is official. And I can’t wait to break up with him on the 7th when I hand him in at the university registry office!!!)
`Give a man a fish` rabbit/goat/duck projects in Hungary. Could the government give a 6 months entrepreneurial tax free start-up to an artisan the same way as it gives rabbits to help local development and poverty? The tax free 6 months cannot be sold or eaten before it starts to bread.
After all my Roman-rabbit-invasion was only one of the rabbit-theories I have, the other refers to a government founded project in Hungary where families with kids living in poverty got either rabbits ducks or goats to keep them as well for breading as for their meat to be able to feed their children. Last time a project like this started in our village back home most of the participant franticly tried to sell the rabbits and rabbit food for cash well under the market price before they started to bread. I had this thought that if the government can finance projects like that, could they not give tax breaks for starting up artisans for about 6 months or so? Well, it would cost more than a few rabbits in terms of losing out on the monthly fees, but they haven’t got those fees anyway until someone starts up. I absolutely love the English self-employed system, which lets people establish themselves and potentially grow to be able to even employ people. In Hungary there is still this false theory if you are self-employed you must be very well off. That is in most cases very far from the truth. Those who do decide to become entrepreneurs against all the odds are more likely necessity entrepreneurs and simply try to create jobs for themselves in the hope of success to make ends meet and create a better livelihood than being on benefits.
I hope nobody has a binocular on the other side of the market peeping through our window what we do. I am sitting in the living room with Monsieur Thesis wrestling about a rather tense part of our relationship just a couple weeks before breaking up. I can’t express how sore my eyes are. I just put on one of those freezing beauty masks to calm them down. But I think it is only psychological, because I only left it for a few seconds under cold running water. At least it gives me some destruction of concentrating on my eyes. It is a rather uncomfortable soreness. Someone I know has glaucoma and after reading up on it, I keep thinking, I hope I am not pressuring my eye too much in these last couple of weeks that I end up partially or totally losing my sight. Good old hypochondria!
One of my flat mates just told me I look like a super hero with this mask and that gave me a bit of comfort to think superheroes most likely don’t get glaucoma. But anyone peeping through from the opposite flats would just think looking at me with this turquoise blue plastic mask on my eyes that they are living opposite to a bunch of nutcases, well… at least one of us not to generalize the others.
Ok, the glasses I found on the grass a couple of weeks ago helped a bit to start with. The beauty mask gave me the superhero confidence and a couple of slices cucumbers made wonders. Finally I can get back to wrestling with Monsieur Thesis.
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