In Hungary, the competition was announced for the eighth time, the essence of which is that one should not tell one’s story, one’s emotions about Budapest or part of it in more or less, a hundred words, of which we say, yes, it pays off, it happened to me just like that, or just that you are good heavens!

A busy subway station, a shabby bench of a tiny square with romantic flies, the smell of a boulevard sniffing us all, or the capitalized History that sweeps away the little man of the age in Blahá, Dob utca, Lövölde tram square, where he’s spinning bus stop six.

And although we are proud of our Budapest and our many hundred words, the idea did not come out of the mind of the citizen of the capital. The organizers, members of Mindspace, have taken over the historian’s tender idea from the Chilean team Plagio and have been caring for it ever since, with the support of the Budapest Metropolitan Municipality and the Budapest Brand. In the last eight years, about ten thousand stories have been written in Budapest.

This year, instead of the previous twelve, twenty-three winning entries were created, illustrated with the help of contemporary Hungarian graphic artists, and can be seen in the Town Hall Park in Budapest from November 25 to December 13.

They were the juries at the Budapest centuries:

• Dániel Varró is a poet and translator
• Kata Janecskó is a journalist, the first place winner of the 2020 100-word Budapest competition
• Eyes Botond is a literary man
• Máté Szemes is a copywriter and communication consultant

The winning works are:

• Viktor Fazekas: Full green (first place)
• Homan Bence: Antonio Banderas (second place)
• Dániel Deák: In the Autumn Wind, Budapest (poem, third place)

The winner of the category under the age of 18 was Mikolt Barabás with his article entitled The Civil Poper Balloons.

The top 100 pocketbook bookspaces will also appear.

Here is the winning entry. Viktor Fazekas: Full green

No one knows exactly how, but all of a sudden all the red lights in the city turned green. Yet, miraculously, no one was in trouble. The taxi drivers on the boulevard let the little retirees descend on the zebra with unprecedented courtesy, then they jumped over to the other side with zealousness. Since the tram drivers didn’t have to step on the brakes, people without clinging to the rotator didn’t bump into each other either. Even the barriers of Margaret Island rose gloriously high, but neither the bus carrying the curious tourists nor the squeaking bike carriages driven by the laughing dads collided with the jogging people. The ever-rushing city reached its destination for a brief moment.

And second place went to Bence Homan: Antonio Banderas

Once Antonio Banderas walked in front of me at the West. It wasn’t him.

The work of the third place is currently unknown.