Ten years ago, in 2007, almost 500 kilometers of by-lines were closed in Hungary.  Since then, some of the railway stations were ruined but most of them still exist – even if they are abandoned. In the year of the jubilee, I decided to shoot a night photo series in Nógrád county between Diósjenő and Romhány to show how lonely these buildings are. I used flashes and other artificial lights to highlight their solitude.

István Kovács served at the railway station of Romhány in Nógrád county for nearly 30 years, in time as a stationmaster. This is also where he received the news of the closing of lines in 2007, which effected that side line, too: in March that year, the last passenger train rolled into the station. Three years later, in 2010, he was retired. Since then, he hasn’t been to his former workplace – until December, 2017 when I accompanied him back to the station now of flaking plaster where instead of a furnished chief office, he was greeted by a trashed bed stood up against the wall, the station diary last signed by him and the memories of three decades that are invisible to the naked eye.

In November and December of 2018, so-called yellow vest protesters were demonstrating for weeks on end across France, protesting initially against rising taxes on fuel, later also against the economic policy of Emmanuel Macron and calling for his resignation. The most violent stage of the series of demonstration was the movement organized to Paris for the 8th December 2018, where members of the radical groups, who mixed with the demonstrators of some 8000 people, clashed with the police and for days they set fires, smashed shop windows and looted. Finally, by evening, the police dissolved the crowd. Going on for more than a month, even partly in the Advent season, the series of demonstration have caused an estimated damage of more than 2 milliard euros in commerce.

This series were shot black and white film.

Merci is an extreme performer – according to her own definition. She has her body suspended with hooks in her skin. When I asked her about the why, she just said: she felt the need of this. Body suspension is only a part-time activity. Mostly she works and collects donations for poor people which will be given to relief organizations or directly to those who need the help.

Mostly gipsies live in the village called Tiszabo in Jasz-Nagykun-Szolnok county. A few years ago only a few people had job there, till the new mayor started the common work program. More and more people got a job, more and more could renew their houses and buy livestock and forage. The medical service is regular, and criminality has almost vanished in the village and around it.

Kisszelmenc is a tiny village in Ukraine with 200, mostly Hungarian inhabitants. Nagyszelmenc is a similar one in Slovakia. They are just a few steps apart and have been separated by a border since the Soviets raised it in the middle of the village one night in 1946. The physical barrier has become a real division in the quality of living. Although the crossing point for pedestrians which opened 15 years ago offered wellbeing at the Ukrainian side, shops opened one after the other for the wealthy coming from the direction of Slovakia, the income decreased as the shopping tourism moved to the bigger market of Ungvár 20 kms away. A part of the inhabitants and shopkeepers have become taxi drivers who offer a round trip to the Transcarpathian town for 20-25 Euros thus stealing the probable customers from the remaining merchants. In the meantime, the number of residents keeps decreasing: the old people die, hardly any children are born and a part of the active population moves to Hungary.

In Hungary every 5th home is located in a block of flats. These buildings used to grow from the ground to the sky for more than 30 years, involving almost 800.000 flats. Seeing the monotonic foresides we might think that also the inhabitants are that similar to each other. Not at all. During the decades the population of these buildings have changed a lot, but one thing remains the same: each of them use their space to furnish an individual home. If we could manage to see these very different worlds, a colourful and diverse universe would open up. In my long-term project I photograph the very different types of people living in these homes: the musician, the decorator, the painter, the retired security guard, the pig-owner and so on…

There are only a few bell founder manufactories left like the one that Miklos Gombos owns in Orbottyan, Hungary. They won’t found bells with machines – these ones are handmade. They have exported bells to Russia, Ukraine, Romania, Cameroon, Israel, Austria, Germany, Slovakia, Vatican City, or even to Australia and Tanzania.