She was a heroine of WWII, fought to save her people of her fatherland, the Hungarian Jews from Auschwitz.
Before her death by firing squad at the Hungarian border, 1944, she wrote her final lines of verse (found in her cell after execution)
One - two - three...eight feet long
Two strides across, the rest is dark...
Life is a fleeting question mark
One - two - three...maybe another week
Or the next month may still find me here,
But death, I feel is very near.
I could have been 23 next July
I gambled on what mattered most, the dice were cast. I lost.
- Hannah Szenes
To all those who give their lives to Dream and falter, ask: does the Dream yet live? I have Dreamed it so.
Primarily a writing exercise, this dream journal-inspired blog is a quiet introspective sojourn into the process that we traverse in going from private dream to public art. I see our dreaming as an internalized mythmaking. As I philosophize and expressively exhibit dreams, both private and public, I encourage and delight in creative language as a way to practice experiential metaphors through a “public dreaming." Writing Theory: Creative Dream Fiction