Day 538 The Law is The Law is The Law is The Law

9am, On the way home from the US Embassy:

Being denied of a visa to a country where a 4 and a half months paid trip is waiting for me is hard to swallow. I don’t know what to say or what to write. My return to Hungary 20^th July 2012 was supposed to be an attempt to enter the Hungarian heaven, called The House with The Garden. It was a decision that I brewed for 3 years to be united again with friends and family in the country that gave birth to me. However, this morning I was asked why I had to leave the UK on what ground and my answer of simply wanting to come home and take a gap year in deciding what I wanted to do here in terms of designing and researching was branded as 2 things that does not fit in the same story. My ultimate affection towards my Hungarian citizenship even though spending 12 years in the UK gave grounds to suspicion that I was denied English citizenship, which I never ever applied for.

I always do well on interviews, so I have to retreat and lick my wounds a bit to overcome this. I can’t deny it feels like a personal failure. And I do feel incredible sorry for my travelling companions, who had been so looking forward to the next 4 and half months and took all my expenses on themselves. I don’t know what to say, but the verdict is: ‘Today’s decision cannot be appealed.’

8pm, Wounds licked and healed. ‘Don’t look back with anger.’ (Oasis)