DONE! 世界を旅した経営者が語る人生が変わる“カナダ移住”のリアル
DONE! 世界を旅した経営者が語る人生が変わる“カナダ移住”のリアル
Start: 18-05-2026
Finish: 25-05-2026
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A lot of people are super hypocritical. And a lot of people do not like the shit, the social mistreatment, the social choking... and similar... so they migrate themselves. This is not new. It has been very common for thousands of years, and even more...
So why do some people stay and others leave?
It is different for everybody.
Some do not wish to move, some want to fight, some do not have a chance to move...
Did Danish people migrate themselves?
Yes, that is why they had colonies, businesses, and more.
I finished writing about the book of Karen Blixen, but last Summer, when I was also checking partly the 19th century Denmark. I also wrote about families who came to Denmark at the beginning of the 19th century, settled down, and then, from the next generation, a lot moved on. Like the USA. They came from the German- Polish cities during the Napoleonic war, then made their name in Copenhagen, and then one or several of their kids lived in the USA. Then the following generation showed new migrations again, some stayed in the USA, some moved to other places, and some came back to Denmark.
Does it mean that Denmark is a good country or a bad country?
Nothing... as people are different, some want to stay, but cannot, some do not want to stay, but cannot leave. Some are just like this, ok, in Denmark. It is not just Denmark.
Denmark is very diverse, as it has so many different history regarding migration.
Sometimes, when I travel around, I feel like I'm in a fairy tale, as it feels like a brainwash, how different the different cities can be.
But one thing is the same. The barriers... somehow, they did not manage to build up different styles of barriers, which means if once somebody masters the trick of the cultural key, then this key is key to everywhere.
It is not like French Canada or English Canada. It is just Denmark.
It does not matter how many different migrants settled down in Denmark, and they became an active part of the culture, as they are Danes now.
Somehow, still, it is just Denmark.
The integration process is very aggressive. Most of the people broke down. So at the end, there will be no real personality...
When I was a very young child, like under 5 years old, I had fantasies that the fairies chose me to be their queen. Not because I ever asked for it or wished for it. It was my birthright.
When I moved to Denmark, I understood that it is not a fairy land.
There was a reason why H.C. Andersen talked about the local fairies as super aggressive, punishing teachers. Nowadays, those stories are forbidden to tell the kids.
The reason people stay or do not in a place is that they feel relaxed, as they feel life is more than just an everyday routine.
Denmark is beautiful, Denmark is magical, but it is not a fairy land!
Still, a lot of people are jealous of my life, some days from family members as well.
So what is the difference? The willingness.
When somebody is ready to make their life like a fairy tale, then it happens.
But most of the people have close to 0% willingness to do the fairy life, so they migrate themselves, where the system can provide some level of comfort for them.
When I have a very difficult life situation, most of the people feel that it is some kind of joy for them that I am punished. Some may even try to make it worse.
If I managed to finish the tasks, then they hate me. They want to eares my progress or success and similar...
When they are in shit, they cry, and obligate everybody to help them. When I need help, they forbid others to talk with me, maximum to make my life hell.
So many cases, these were also the first reason to stop having friends, as they also behaved like this.
When I make research, it is only to make a closing in my life, to understand a part of my family roots and history.
I did not manage to find a safe social circle, where I can say, huuu, I am accepted, appreciated and valued.
I managed to find a lot of social circles, where people were jealous of me, and they were ready to take away what I had and even try to destroy me mentally and physically.
That is the life of a modern bee.
What was the first point when I knew my relationship with my grandmother was poisoned?
My grandmother used to have a very big garden, full of beautiful roses. It was a giant rose garden.
When I was born, she sold half of the garden to use the money to build a new house.
The big garden had a neighbor, where the husband was an alcoholic and beat up the wife regularly.
My grandmother gave a safe place for the wife, hid her million times.
This woman very soon migrated herself to the USA, to New York to Brooklyn.
There was a period when my grandmother also lived there for 11 years.
She helped a lot of super ultra-Orthodox families.
She was at the end, proud of herself.
I have two kids, we do not live like ultra-Orthodox people, I love my kids, and I do much more for them, than what my grandmother did for those families.
So around 2014 Summer, when it was the birthday of the country in Hungary, it is on the 20th of August, she asked me to wait for her in the city, and we can watch together the big festival and the show.
It was raining, I waited for her 1,5 hours... she did not call did not show up... she was in the private apartment with her friend, and watched the show from there. Then she was laughing at me, and called me kind of a loser...
Someday, my replacement mother will also cut the cords by calling me looser.
Yes, I was a loser; it was the point when I lost her.
Then I moved to Denmark...
I had to listen to much worse stories about my grandmother from my mother, who was her biological daughter.
So, when I see similar patterns, like what my grandmother did to me, I may feel hurt, but happy to move on and never return.
Is it good?
As some women had only one plan to make me move. And then you can think it is their victory. Yes, they won. I also won. Why?
As if they are this level of garbage, why am I supposed to live with them?
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Then more and more often happened the same with friends, more family members, and similar.
They were not ready to acknowledge my work in creating what I have.
If I worked in a shit situation, they laughed at me and called me a loser. When I made something beautiful, then they hated me... I reached the point when I do not need ot count on others.
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So take it easy, some people live in fairy tales, others are atheist, and a lot of combinations exist.
Some migrate for a life, some for a period, some know someone who did it...
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So what I want to tell here, it has easy and hard parts as well, when someone chooses a new place to live.
Even inside the same country. My mother tried out once or twice to live ina new part of the country. She failed very very fast.
She was proud of herself telling bad stroies about the palce, where she did not succed.
I moved around the world and inside countries more than 50 times in my life. Much more...
It was never easy to settle down, and families, friends, and locals were always to feel ready to be jelous or critisim me...
I still continued, what I could.
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