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Former participants as spokespersons in Eurovision 2023

Zlata Ognevich (Ukraine 2013)
Jānis Pētersons (Latvia 2022)
Stien den Hollander (The Netherlands 2022)
Niamh Kavanagh (Ireland 1993, Ireland 2010)
Anggun (France 2012)
Maro (Portugal 2022)
Einar Hrafn Stefánsson (Iceland 2019)
Ben Adams (Norway 2022)
Ruth Lorenzo (Spain 2014)
Ilanit (Israel 1973, Israel 1977)
Iago Waitman (Georgia 2022)
Monika Liu (Lithuania 2022)

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After a long journey, you finally reach the dark lord’s lair. Then your companion, who you met shortly after starting your quest, opens the door and says: “It’s nice to be at home again, come in I’ll make some tea.”

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It took us so long to reach that place. Everyone knew where Lord Medve lived, up in the mountains where snow lies all year long and even the evergreens don’t grow. But knowing where is not finding. It took over a month to walk so far, and I would never have found my way if it weren’t for István. He was old, to my young eyes, with lines on his face and grey streaks in his curling hair and soft brown beard, but still hale and hearty. 

It was not a week into my journey that I found him - or rather, that he found me. I was being robbed in an alley in a small town that had seemed large to my village-bred eyes, and begging my attackers not to take the old sword that was all I had with which to fight Lord Medve. They laughed at me, but István didn’t laugh. He came out of nowhere, or so it seemed, a man as big as a bear and as strong as one. He was wearing peasant dress, wide trousers tucked into boots, a loose shirt and vest, and a cap on his curly hair. He rescued me then, beating the men with the long walking staff he carried, and helped me into an inn. He fed me, and cleaned me up, and then asked me why I was there, so far from my home.

It all poured out… the attack on my village, the army of monsters led by Lord Medve from the mountains, the dark magics and the terrible fear, and that I had been sent to fight him because there were no men left, and I was the oldest of the boys left unscathed. 

István listened to the whole story, his face very grave. “You are too young to hunt Lord Medve alone,” he said gently. “You will never even reach his home alone, for bandits or soldiers will have you. I will come with you, for you will need me.”

I did need him. Together we walked for weeks, and many times we crossed the path of Lord Medve and his army. Every time, István stopped and listened to the stories. Every time, they told the same tale I had - the monsters, the slaughter of the men, and always the descriptions of Lord Medve himself, the terrifying armoured figure riding a giant bear, his black beard and dark eyes and cruelty. 

There was little I could do for the people, except promise them that I was following and would try to kill the monster, however frail a hope that might be. István could do more. He was not only big and strong, not only a gifted hunter,  but he was a taltos, a shaman, able to interpret signs and cleanse the earth of the black magic Lord Medve had used. He blessed crops, and made sacrifices to appease the dead. 

The night before we reached Lord Medve’s home, István was in a strange mood. “Antal,” he said quietly, when we had eaten our meager stew and bread. “Tomorrow, we will reach the home of Lord Medve, and you will face him. I will not tell you not to do this, but I will tell you three things now that you must remember tomorrow. Will you promise me that?” 

I nodded. I was frightened, even with István behind me, but I could not turn back. He knew I could not. “I promise, István.”

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