They’re not brainwashed, they’re grateful

After 2018, Viktor Orban still holding his campaign closing in Székesfehérvár, we were right there in the crowd. We’re already done

• Toth, who sang a Matthew-style breakout anthem, “But We Have to Do With Politics” Gabin,
• Without You
• Candidate Tamas Varga, who, in his bare words, would be able to calm the rising sea or shake a 60-kilometre Russian armored column to sleep,
• Candidate Gabor Toure, whose words fell pigeons snoring on the sidewalk,
• Mayor András Cser-Palkovics, who shocked us all with a vain attempt to think what it would be like if there were not one but six parties ruling Hungary.

Then came the main attraction, Viktor Urban. And during the introductory sentences, I figured out the solution. This is Urban’s secretary. What is that:

You don’t have to think about anything.

But until I got to the decoding, some things happened.

At first I didn’t really understand why the party was being held inside the Fehrvar, and where and why it was organized the way it was. The main square in Feuervár is roughly L-shaped, and Urban’s glass pulpit erected at the end of one of the narrow stems of the L, in front of the Episcopal Palace. The audience came from the other man, but the people could not reach the pulpit because the collar was pulled 50-60 meters away, and only very few people were allowed. So, 5 minutes before the start, the situation looked like a few dozen lucky ones were standing in front of Pulpitus, followed by a 50-meter free section, and 95 percent of the audience was worried behind the hoop. Then it became clear what that meant: the security suddenly loosened the hoop away, and we began to stream towards the platform at once, forming a very dizzying wave of people due to the narrow space, taken from a drone and a camera mounted on a long platform. Crane-like lever.