We celebrate with a pure heart, our chests swelling with pride, and we rejoice together, putting aside the horrors of
I would like to recall a personal meeting from ten years ago.
Mr. President,
Of the people, by the people, for the people.
Your Holiness and Eminence, Cardinal and Archbishop, Your Excellencies! Rabbi!
Dear president, Dear colleagues!
"Where are you, King Stephen?" asks Mihály Babits in his poem The City of the Holy King.
Today the world's attention is on the Hungarian capital, Budapest. We will be in the spotlight for nine days.
Europe seemed to be a calm, peaceful continent in the last 70 years.
Presidents, Prime Ministers, Secretary General, Colleagues,
