You watch the peace march, you watch it with an aching heart in the deafening silence of the editorial office, because you have to work, prepare a paper, we can't keep up with the people we have to keep up with today. I look at the nationally colored flags, the flushed faces, I hear the singing, I stare at the endless crowd of people. The hundreds of thousands of Hungarians who fill the capital and hearts every time.
The greatest virtue of the peace march is that it always moves with dignity and order, that there are no provocateurs, idiots, or steamrollers, and that no matter what happens, the participants return home with love, not against someone or something. But today's peace march was different from the previous ones. After all, in eighteen days we will vote, we will decide whether the government of Hungarian sovereignty will continue, or whether we will be taken over by the globalist background force. In other words, not at all pompous, very real: in less than three weeks, the Hungarian nation will decide on life and death.
Let's give János Vajda a shout, because the master of great memories always helps when the words run out for a moment, the speech falls silent:
"We belong to each other. In each other / We live, we find our joy. / Do we know each other; in light and darkness / We meet, we hug.”
In fact, man strives throughout his life to find light instead of darkness. For everything to shine, at least for a moment, to believe that life always conquers death. Because what we ourselves create and what echoes in eternity is surely ours. This heritage remains, grows, and is sometimes a consolation for those who would think that hopelessness and obscurity are the natural state of man. This is what we were born to do: to serve, to represent, and if necessary, to bravely defy the odds, to go into battle when the trumpet calls.
March 15th is a celebration of brave standing. If we believe with János Vajda that we can only be free together, and if we move forward humbly and accepting our fate, no harm can come to us. Then we always win. Even when Tartars, Turks, and Labans ravage our landscapes, even when the Red Horde is rampaging. And even if clueless, evil people try to bully us instead of serving the country.
We will not allow them to take over Hungary. Nor that the Hungarian people should be enslaved in their own country. There are more of us on the street, in the parliament, there are more of us at forums, at campaign meetings, we stick together, we help, we know each other.
We learned from our mistakes, understood the past, and are building the future. Today, the national side knows exactly what it is doing.
Eighteen days left. The fight has not yet been decided, but one feels and understands March 15. How proud Hungarians lived here, heroes born from among us, who did not hesitate to defend their homeland. Those who died on the battlefield against the Musketeers and Romanian insurgents, others hid with friends in the countryside, someone escaped to the west, but whatever happened, they all took March 15 with them. The day when the people who lied to the ignorant and its prophets, young Hungarians, proclaimed that what is ours must remain Hungarian. This is all we want on this March 15th. On April 3, we will show that we cannot live without home and family, because nothing is more important to us than our Hungarianness and our children.
On March 15, we remember the heroes with trepidation and raise the Hungarian flag above our heads. To fly there forever and tell of an age when they wanted to break us, but we chose life. After all, we are children of light, not darkness. We owe this recognition to those who will one day write what happened to us here, in the 21st century. at the beginning of the century.
MTI Photo: Szilárd Koszticsák
