The Long-Distance Runner
We are sitting in the cellar club of the Hungarian film studio and we are laughing. We are watching Gyula Gazdag's film about an amateur sprinter, who committed himself to a socialist challenge to run from Budapest to Moscow. We watch the warm welcome the puffing sprinter, dressed in shorts, receives along the way from well-groomed officials. The walls resound with laughter. It is eight years after the bloody suppression in 1956, and maybe at this precise moment tanks are entering Czechoslovakia in the name of mutual international socialist aid.

Magyar Stories
Nyon. A town in Switzerland. Japanese, Russians, Danes, Portuguese. Schiffer's film is being screened at the festival. Forty years of life of seven families from Dunapataj are projected in front of us. It is an authentically Hungarian, Eastern European story. And despite this… the Japanese, Russians, Danes and Portuguese debate as if it is their own. That evening it felt good to be Hungarian, to be an Eastern European.

Women Condemned
My film. Or perhaps more theirs. Women who were institutionalised and held in captivity in the 1950s. Women who guarded them and who themselves could have been on the other side of the bars. A dramatic encounter 36 years later.

The Kingdom of Silence
Robi Lakatos was born in 1968, the year when Gazdag's film was produced. His tale is remarkable. For us, the older ones, the camera reveals, conveys and documents. For Robi Lakatos, it brings joy, it creates a world.