You have to put yourself in my shoes.
Boots, really, with thick rubber soles to keep out the cold and to keep a foothold on the ice. Boots that worked hard and worked fast, striding between commuters in a winter-worn Budapest. Five feet, six inches above them, a troubled mind tangled through what it had just seen.
It also left me running to catch my next appointment: a tour of the Budapest Parliament Buildings, rumoured to be the most beautiful of their kind in the world.
After the Nazi and Soviet prisons, I’d have been impressed by a tin shack and a bucket of rotten eels as long as they’d enabled a healthy democracy. But Budapest was about to take it one or two steps further.
Or, more accurately, three or four steps further, down the corridor, across the road and into a Ferrari that’s speeding along towards wowville.
Both inside and out, the opulence, elegance and extravagance of Hungary’s government buildings are difficult to overstate. Gilded leaves, midnight blue, high vaults, ornate ceilings, an intricate gothic exterior modelled on London’s Houses of Parliament and even some polished brass holders for ministers’ cigars. Just like that last sentence, it’s a lot to take in.
Its magnificence comes as such a contrast to the austere blocks of communist-era buildings that an almost silent whisper seems to spin throughout the corridors:
“This is what democracy looks like,” it says. “You’ve just seen the alternatives. See this gleaming, shining example? This represents freedom.”
It’s a comforting whisper, for all its treacherous simplicity.
The Soviet-style buildings from the post-war years often have sculptures of “ordinary people” who stand guard above government buildings to remind the politicians who passed below just who was supposed to be working for whom.
Or at least that was the idea.
Back here in Budapest, the parliament doesn’t bother with “ordinary people.” Instead, it opts for gold and pearls and brandishes Hungary’s crown jewels at the summit of a sumptuous velveteen staircase.
“Who cares about ordinary people?” it cries. “Look, just look, at how beautiful this is! At how brilliant we are!”
And it works.
The corridors are lined with hushed queues of people – all mesmerised into a stupor of admiration.
In reality, of course, the buildings themselves have nothing to do with the freedom of the people. Or even democracy. Budapest’s Parliament Buildings were completed in 1904, so they’ve seen it all: the Habsburgs, the Nazis, the Soviets and more.
And even democracy itself is no guarantee of freedom. Hitler, after all, was democratically elected, a fact one of my schoolteachers was prone to repeat.
It seems too obvious to stand among these paintings, these stories, these histories and these ceilings and to finish by saying that it is people who give freedom to the people, not the buildings nor the systems that use their names.
But as I said at the beginning, you have to put yourself in my shoes. Those boots had covered a century in only a single day,.
And there’s only so much insulation they could provide.
Budapest’s Parliamentary Buildings are beautiful and worth the queue the day before to get a ticket.
Disclosure: I visited Hungary as part of my Iron Route project, in partnership with InterRail, and I received complimentary entry into the Parliament Buildings thanks to Hungary Tourism.