In 1992 I was shooting a film about laying the foundation stones of an artist compound for folk artists. A lady in red dress came up to me. She was Ildikó Vigh – Editor of the Hungarian Television in Cleveland. She asked whether I would make a film about the Hungarian graveyard in Cleveland, before it would fall prey to the rearrangement plans of the city and before it would be completely devastated by bulldozers.
I said ‘yes’ – which meant the start of my carrier in documentary films. During my stay in the United States of America I recognised that being a Hungarian and the roots from the Carpathian basin do constitute an enormous power. This is a cohesive power over-spanning seas and mountains and makes you utter the world: patriotism.
When I travel to exotic lands and people I look for their culture, place and role in the changed environment. How the different cultures, traditions, folk traditions, typical crafts can survive the spread of civilization. In which form they can coexist with different social systems.
St. Stephen’s Heritage
Theresa is one of us
Six Years Is Six Years (Homeless)
The Marsh of the Living
Bali from another view
On the Road through a Life
Six Views about India
High School at Hargita