Recently, the Sepsi OSK football team won a historic victory in Bucharest. For the first time, the Triszék team defeated FCSB away from home. In the well-paced but tension-free match, Sepsi took the lead both times, which the Bucharesters could not equalize for the second time.
That's the short news! There is a man who baked bread as a child in his father's and grandfather's bakery in Sepsiszentgyörgy on the banks of the Olt and learned the ancient secrets of making pityóká bread. The essence of this is that the loaf must remain large, crumb-free and fresh for up to a week on the table of the person from Székely. Huge loaves of bread were baked in the ovens, and they fed the small and large of the family for a long time.
When he wasn't working in the bakery in the yard of their family home, he was always staring at the soccer players around the soccer field, who were playing soccer in some lower division at the time, and sure enough, the stadium was also quite dilapidated, like a sports facility behind God's back. Sometimes he was accepted into the team, his dream was to become a soccer player.
The growing young man and his wife continued the family traditions almost dutifully, with hard work day and night, they managed to have an independent factory on the outskirts of the city, from which at first they only deliver the delicious bread to the surrounding area, but now to the whole of Transylvania, and to 200 people - mainly giving jobs to Hungarians!
Coming to Hungary was always a holiday in his heart. He was rarely allowed to travel and with a Romanian passport, for which he was humiliated and very ashamed. But he knew that he was Hungarian and that the motherland was also his. When, in 2004, he sat hopefully in front of the Duna TV monitor and it turned out that the Gyurcsány bagázs had successfully rigged the referendum and that he could not have a Hungarian passport, he felt enormous pain and his whole family burst into tears. Perhaps there is no need to brush up on what it meant when he was able to take the blue as the first measure of the Orbán government after 2010.
As a kind of gratitude, he thought that he should use the ancient technique to bake the largest bread of the historic homeland, symbolizing the unity: the bread of the Carpathian Basin. To do this, he built a giant oven in his hometown, then also in Szolnok, and created a recurring St. Stephen's Day tradition. The largest pitoká bread was 300 kg, which was distributed among the people.
Bread of the Carpathian Basin, source: hörnerhivatal.hu
But football was not left behind either. He spent all his savings – like Ede Minarik in Pál Sándor's timeless film – on soccer. He organized a team, renovated buildings, tried to keep faith and hope in Székely football. At that time, barely 8-10 years ago, they were still playing football in the Romanian fifth grade. Then, to his great joy, they went up by one.
On one occasion, when he was shopping at the factory, doing his usual routine, Prime Minister Viktor Orbán walked in unexpectedly. I won't brush off his surprise, you can imagine what it meant to him. According to him, Orbán did not promise anything, they talked for two hours, but the prime minister got a good look at the man. And even then, support did not flow from the Hungarian side. They built in the excellent Fradi chairs, worked hard, and always went higher and higher with one.
Support came later, but the former young man, now approaching fifty, was able to meet himself by realizing what he dreamed of! Today, his team is in 4th place in the Romanian first division and is aiming for championship gold, which it may soon become a contender for. In the meantime, they are raising a supply of children from Székely, who also live and die for "skin"!
And the breads grow big, and he returns from almost all baking competitions with gold cups.
Sometimes we walk across the Olt bridge, and then I quote Ady's poem: "The Danube has the same voice as Olt". This is also very important - it's melissa for a minute, but do you know what is always floating in front of my eyes, which I say everywhere and carry in my heart?
It's this: "Stay steadfastly loyal to your country, oh Hungarian"
László Diószegi! My friend!
Featured image: foter.ro
