(By Kriszti Cica Bakos Nagy, Patrícia Margit)

In our boredom we went over to the Theatre tent. A nice looking bloke sat there, wearing a polo with writing on in it, a paid superintendant. We looked for one of our girlfriends who we ought to have found there, but we never did. The bloke was there yesterday, and out of boredom, we picked up a conversation with him. He was actually our acquaintance now. He also felt a close, intimate connection between the three of us, because he very kindly and frankly gave advice: which programmes we should look at. He said that the Viliék will be heard this evening, they were a bloody good thing, but that we shouldn't go near the performance tent because there, there are just maniacs. Yesterday as well, just imagine, that a bloke, who was a total maniac, no doubt a maniac, because he couldn't be normal, he went onto the stage and announced a strike, and cried out for a minimum wage for the blind, and the dumb and the whatevers, but good God, they let him onto the stage, why, who invited him here? Well, fuck it, I wanted to go somewhere else, you can't bear all this madness from all these maniacs, well can you? They are still too close. And then he asked people onto the stage and they also had to say the sentence that there's a minimum wage for the blind, and they had to shout this. Are they normal?

Tamás St Auby on August 17th, fulfilling an invitation, stood up on the stage and recounted the following poem:

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It'll soon be two o'clock

It's two o'clock

"With this poem, I wanted to refer to the fact that we live in time".

Tamás St Auby, the TNPU (International Paralell Union of Telecommunications) vice dispatcher, drew attention with this poem to the fact that the time is coming soon, when we will demonstrate, because we must demonstrate.

"We cannot demonstrate yet. We must learn to demonstrate!" He gave a concrete name to the theme of demonstration: the monthly fix.

MONTHLY FIX FOR THE BLIND, DEAF, AND DUMB FROM THE NATO BUDGET!

St Auby gave an explanation why this particular slogan is being chanted by the mass chorus.

In the present article we cannot undertake to give a faithful rendition of the entire lecture, so we have made a summary of what was said.

"BUDGET"

Citizens give money in the form of taxes to the state, the use of which is decided by state "experts". There is a proportion to every state's budget which is given over to military expenditure: for the purchase of guns, cannons, warplanes, the feeding and clothing of soldiers, and others. The dispatcher regards this expenditures as destructive, since in peace time, they consume a ridiculous large amount of money, not to mention during real war.

"DEMONSTRATION"

The demonstration will be connected to this. The citizens say they do not wish to participate in a budgetary system, they would like their taxes to go for road building, road removal, school building, removing school buildings, hospital construction, hospital destruction, or anything else. In his lecture, St Auby could not touch on all aspects of the demonstration, but picked on one segment: what is it, we are shouting? For example: more chewing gum for children! In this case, MONTHLY FIX FOR THE BLIND DEAF AND DUMB

"MONTHLY FIX"

This is the sum that everyone needs to avoid death by starvation. The monthly fix is the living wage. The money turned over to military expenditure - although according to St Auby, no one, not even the Minister of Defence, knows how much this is - would be sufficient to guarantee everyone their monthly fix.

"NATO"

St Auby reminded us that Hungary once belonged to a military alliance, which ended, we live in time. The Soviet Union also ended, and what was left behind, was a huge debt, which with the agreement of our government was paid back in the form of military (never to be used, thank god!) equipment. And not as happened with the Czech republic, who asked the debt to be repayed in anything else: paper, spectacles, microphones, shoes and hats.

NATO however, exists, and is even expanding: "Hungary is begging on all fours, to please let us in, so we can get into an army, which perhaps costs more than maintaining our own army."

The Blind, deaf and dumb.

They neither see, nor hear, nor speak. They are virtually isolated from the outside world. This is the most sensitive territory of society. Without the guarantee of the monthly fix, the minimum wage, the blind, deaf and dumb would not remain alive. We must be in solidarity with them. "It is not possible to cut these incurable beings down like chickens or a cow, and throw them into a mass grave, we cannot let them just kick the bucket." We have to teach them to communicate with the outside world with the existing healthy sensory organs. Therefore in civilised circumstances, there is a need for a functioning school, for this, the monthly fix is needed. St Auby made a suggestion where this school should be: in the City Park, because similar institutions exist in this area.

We must regard the blind, deaf and dumb as the centre of society, around which the entire country organises itself.

Long live the blind, deaf and dumb.

"THE MONTHLY FIX FOR THE BLIND, DEAF AND DUMB FROM THE NATO BUDGET"

We live in time. Today, we still cannot go out into the street and shout this sentence because we have not yet joined NATO, but the minute when it will happen is getting ever closer. Then we must lay down as a precondition that a proportion of material expenditure going with NATO membership be directed to the blind, deaf and dumb.

The vice dispatcher of TNPU did not draw out the lesson? social criticism? poetry? but inaugurated some training, he held a trial demonstration.

He suggested that the crowd begin at once and then express the "sentence". So if a real demonstration were to occur, the understandable sentence would be ennunciated from the fine mixing of the chorus and the imptetus of individual autonomous rhythmicity. And those hitherto marvelling from the balcony, would become active participants in the demonstration.

"MONTHLY FIX FOR THE BLIND, DEAF AND DUMB FROM THE NATO BUDGET"

"It's two o'clock".

Someone shouted from the crowd: "It WAS".