Today is 20 December 2022. Last night I laid down a huge burden that I have been carrying for over 20 years. The revision of the Cloverleaf book is finally finished. I reflected on how much everyone(!) and everything has contributed to making this book a reality. I look back to the beginning, which is also the story of my own life. What an interweaving! Pieces of the puzzle of my life come together to form a whole picture.
Obviously, the starting point was my interest in horses, which manifested itself in my kindergarten years. In the middle group (5-6 years old, around 1985), I remember that the kindergarten teacher drew a castle on paper for each child to colour in. And then they took it a step further where I sat next to the kindergarten teacher and drew a horse next to each castle. I don't have a lot of memories from when I was a little kid, but it's ingrained. Thanks to the kindergarten teacher at the time, who gave me positive reinforcement for the first steps of my drawing career!
Then, around the age of 7 or 8, I started learning to ride a horse. When I was 14, my father bought me my first horse, Ruppert, a dismounted racehorse. Thanks to this horse I met my best riding friend as a teenager, Ildiko Fonyódi. Through good, bad, mud and blazing sun together...
When I saw the others competing in show jumping, I wanted to have a horse that could do it. I still don't know whether life punished me for my infidelity with the events that followed, or whether I simply stepped on my path and taught me. For after that, my father bought horses from the slaughterhouse from his friend Kupec, who always, without exception, sold him, and us, terminally ill but apparently serviceable, rideable "racehorses". Until he died with a shotgun barrel in his mouth. Shouldn't make business with the Ukrainian mafia - so they said.
At the time, but especially later, I resented my father for always buying cheap, sick horses when he could have bought healthy ones for his daughter. I still don't understand it, but I am ultimately grateful to him, because without the sick horses I would not have learned so much about equine diseases and I would not have developed such compassion for the owners of sick horses. It was a painful series of lessons...
In these 10+ years of part miserable, part wonderful, I have learned about many equine diseases, up close and personal. I was heartbroken many times, but my addiction to horses would not let me rest any longer, I could not live without horses. It was at this time that I met Dr. András Bába and Dr. Gábor Péntek, who were always ready to explain why they were doing what they were doing on horses, and I drank in every word they said. Thanks and gratitude to them for teaching me!
I had the idea that I wanted to be a veterinarian, so I made chemistry and biology a priority in high school. As I failed several times in my admissions, I started to study agricultural engineering in Gödöllő. As disappointed as I was at this event, I feel so grateful that I did not become a veterinarian. The two courses are completely different. For me it was what I needed: comprehensive knowledge on a wide range of subjects. Seeing connections and recognising the links between seemingly separate things is one of my strengths.