I decided to see this famous Békemenet for myself. Not for political reasons, but because I’d heard there was supposedly excellent sausage and beer here. I figured if half of Hungary was attending, I shouldn’t miss it either. So I grabbed my favorite grilled sausage and held it in my hand as if it were my diplomatic passport.
As I walked toward the Parliament, flags and banners were fluttering everywhere. Familiar slogans echoed from the loudspeakers, and I just nodded while trying to catch the drops of mustard before they fell onto my jacket.
Then, at the corner of Kossuth Square, I overheard some people talking about Győző Gáspár. I listened with half an ear—not because I wanted to get involved in Hungarian politics, but because I was curious why someone would be at both the Békemenet and in court at the same time.
“Coincidence or message?” I pondered to myself, then took a big bite of the sausage. In the end, I concluded: it doesn’t matter, as long as the mustard doesn’t drip.
