It is a tad difficult to jot down my thoughts. Not only because my wee mind tends to flood my head with a giant swirl of a cacophonic mixture of thoughts, memories, and experiences, but also for the fact, that it is always challenging to write a comparison of two countries unbiasedly. I love Hungary. Its history, however grim it might sometimes be, covers 1100 years with battles, intricacies, and terrible deeds. Although I'm not a linguist, I love the Hungarian language, its unique rules, weird grammatical structures, and vocabulary. Not to mention the Hungarian writers who wield the words masterfully. The culinary delights one can revel in can genuinely make anyone drooling. And despite the poverty and the fact that people tend to accept their fate, even if the conditions are subpar, without feeling motivated or inclined to change their plight because they had given up hope or had never had any opportunity to break out from poverty, I love Hungary. I'm not arguing with those w...