Gerald Warner has a splendid post over on his Daily Telegraph blog on Crown Prince Otto’s ninety-sixth birthday. Heavens! how time flies. It seemed like only yesterday was his ninety-fifth.
My favorite scene that Gerald mentions is this one:
The first sign the [Hungarian Communist] regime was collapsing had come in a cinema in Budapest when a newsreel featuring European parliamentarians, thought innocuous by the censor, suddenly showed Otto, and the whole audience rose and sang the royal anthem.
Bravo, Budapest. And Hoch Habsburg!
Eljen!! And many happy returns!
what a joy to see Otto still about…his enduring presence amongst us mortals is a bit of comforting hope…of that great ‘what if’ and of the hope that is to come in that longed for restoration.
God bless and keep Otto and the Imperial family.