Twenty-three years ago, I found myself next to a hospital bed. My mother was on it and on life support. The doctor entered the room and painted a bleak picture; and I said to him: I know, I know, it’s...

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The Hungarian prime minister concedes to Péter Magyar, who is set to win a supermajority in the 199-seat parliament.

We aren’t at the worst-case scenario yet. But if you squint, you can see it looming out there, just over the horizon.