Mária Schmidt analyzed the more than a thousand years we spent on the border of the two worlds.

Because of our history, we Hungarians belong to the East and the West at the same time, but the latter still sees us as the "whip of God", the conquerors and, at best, views our country with cautious mistrust.

On November 3, 2023, the 10th meeting of the heads of the Turkish states was held in the capital of Kazakhstan, Astana. The Organization of Turkic States, formerly known as the Türk Council, is a group established for regional cooperation and representation of the peoples of Turkish roots in the region from the Caspian Sea to the Chinese border, of which Hungary is also a member due to its origin and linguistic heritage - reminded Mária Schmidt in her article published on the Látószög blog.

Not with full rights, but with observer status. However, they did not make us feel this, they surrounded us with respect, relative warmth, trust and respect

- said the director of the House of Terror Museum. Adding that we brought our language with us from the East, from our homeland, whose structure, structure and vocabulary both resist thinking in terms of schemes. Hungarian words name their object with almost the clarity of a proper noun.

The Hungarian language does not allow duplication or obfuscation, it is always concrete, always objective. According to Széchenyi, language has a magical influence on the nation, and vice versa.

And we brought not only our language, our spirituality, but also some of our character traits with us from the East. We permeated them with the air of our country, but we kept the limitlessness of our imagination, the changeability of our moods and the dignified calm with which we face dangers. Which he always got a lot out of. After all, we live on the border between the West and the East, in a conflict zone, in other words, a danger zone.

In constant struggle, losing weight several times, but not broken, and always waiting for a miracle. Which has come so far, even if at the last minute.

Our enemies tore us to pieces more than once, yet we remained, and even somehow stuck together again and again. Until that happens, we console ourselves with the legends of our heroic past. We are waiting for King Csaba. We have been living on the border of two worlds for more than a thousand years. We look around suspiciously and rarely wonder, because we've seen everything, we've experienced everything

- writes Mária Schmidt.

the entire essay HERE .

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