Some fences, some wires, some walls -I find - are so full of sarcasm. What happened in Budapest in December and the beginning of 2007 spoke for itself, and does give a natural role to the fences surrounding the parliament. To the policemen patrolling all around it.
History does leave us with so much irony to deal with though... It's hard to talk about symbols, when they could just be read out of context, but symbols always do have some meaning.
I was alerted by someone in February for not knowing the meaning of the celtic chain I had attached around my neck (one I mysteriously lost since then...). The presence of these impressive displays of soviet propaganda in the historical shadow of the Hungarian parliament (a building whose architecture the hungarians are quite right to be immensely proud of), the four patriots rising towards their evangelical leader, himself showing the road to his good followers...
Fences do have a limit, but we certainly don't need many limits to make a bunch of crazy rose buds from the past and the present to make the future look quite uncertain (the picture might even say clumsy).
We often need a little time in our mind to get a grip upon the whole scale of the frame. To see more litteraly what is behind the wire, behind the fence. A bunch of garbage in an empty field, sky, a patch of clouds, or just a ridiculous 30cm piece of barbed wire over the door of a household. Security is made of very strange patches of humanity...
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