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,
Santo Padre,¡Dios nos ha traído a Usted, el Hombre de la Paz, a Hungría!
"I am Hungarian. My motherland is the most beautiful country across the five continents.
“A war always - always! - is the defeat of humanity. There are no just wars: they do not exist!”
Dear Mr. President, dear Zorán, Ladies and Gentlemen, dear Attendees and those following us from afar,
Fellow Hungarians,
