“Aniko, the serious writer, writing her famous novel.” The inscription behind the black and white photograph is handwritten, easily recognizable from countless other texts written by this young woman – poems, personal notes, diaries and more.
The young woman in the picture, who also wrote the inscription, is “Aniko” herself, better known by her Hebrew name: Hannah Senesh (Szenes). It’s Christmas, 1936. Senesh is pictured in her family home in Budapest. She is sitting at a desk, looking directly at the camera, before her is a notebook and she holds a pen in her hand. Beside her is a picture of her father, the acclaimed writer and playwright, Béla Senesh, whom she lost when she was only six years old.
Béla Senesh, like his daughter, wrote quite a lot of material during his short lifespan, including stories for children, first read to little Hannah and her brother Giora (George). When Hannah was only five years old, she began to follow in her father’s footsteps and started to write.
At a later age she wrote about him:
“There are stars whose light reaches the earth only after they themselves have disintegrated and are no more.
And there are people whose scintillating memory lights the world after they have passed from it.
These lights which shine in the darkest night – are those which illumine for us the path.”
(Translator unknown)
But along with the notebooks, diaries, writing instruments and the typewriter, the “tools of the trade” that we typically associate with a poet, Hannah also had a camera. This creative young woman, the Zionist who dreamed of making an impact and being remembered, left her stamp in more than one way.
In 2022, courtesy of Ori and Mirit Eisen, Hannah Senesh’s archive was deposited in the National Library of Israel as part of the Senesh Family Archive. In addition to manuscripts there are also family photos and many photographs that Senesh took herself – in Hungary on family vacations, and after her aliyah to the Land of Israel. Sometimes she wrote on the back of the photograph, other times the photographs were attached to a letter sent to her mother or brother Giora. The archive also contains Hannah’s camera, an Agfa Box-Spezial Camera in a small leather box lined with blue fabric, her name on it in her own handwriting.
Some of the photos are arranged in albums organized and kept by Senesh, some with typewritten captions. “Now I will go to sort out my photographs and reproductions. This activity gives me great pleasure,” she wrote in her diary, (excerpt from Diaries, Poems, Testimonies by Hannah Senesh). Senesh had a collection of postcards and artwork reproductions which are also part of the archive.
The albums are evidence of an imaginative young woman who viewed the world as a poet, with a strong desire to preserve, remember and remind.
“I am writing now from San Pellegrino, sitting on grass, with mountains in front of me and behind me. A stream winds through the valley, a wonderful mix of emotions and images. I’ve taken in so many impressions… I am trying to write everything down, to save the memories of these two days as a keepsake.”
(Excerpt from “Diaries, Poems, Testimonies“)
In the summer of 1937, 16-year-old Senesh travels by train to Italy equipped with a camera. The purpose of the trip is to meet her relatives in Menaggio near Lake Como. On the way she also visits Milan, Venice, and San Pellegrino. “I am full of curiosity and have a camera in my hand,” she writes in her diary.
After a visit to the Duomo in Milan, she writes in her diary about the experience, and her photographs of the cathedral fill some two pages in her photo album:
“I’d heard a lot about it, and I even saw a picture…as if I saw it in my mind’s eye. Nevertheless, as I now stood at the edge of its vast square, in front of the towering building in all its glory, I looked in awe, breathless, at the whole church as a work of imagination. I started walking towards it, and entered through the bronze gate with its inlaid reliefs. At the first moment, I noticed in the gloom only the outlines of the giant columns… Slowly my eyes were drawn to the Gothic vaults and the capitals of the columns crowned with statues. The vast dimensions contain human destinies, whose hopes, torments and dreams were cast in these columns.”
In 1938, she writes about winning a prize in a school photography competition: “3 films. That’s second prize.” (Excerpt from Diaries, Poems, Testimonies). In March of that year, Senesh is disturbed by the situation prevailing in Europe. She writes in her diary for the first time about political events and describes the occupation of Austria by Hitler. During this year, Senesh declares in her diary that she is a Zionist.
A year later, in March 1939, she is no longer interested in anything but Zionism. “I would not be exaggerating if I write that the only thing by which I live and which occupies me completely is Zionism… I now take upon myself the right to see only ourselves, Judaism, the Land of Israel and its future. The situation is very serious.”
It is Senesh’s last year at school and final exams are approaching. She writes “I hardly pay attention to them and I don’t prepare”. During this period, she writes a letter in Hebrew to Hannah Maisel-Shohat, the director of the agricultural school for young women in Nahalal. She longs to immigrate to Israel and help build the Jewish settlement, “May they accept me!” she writes in her diary.
And she was indeed accepted. Immediately after her 18th birthday, Senesh received the long-awaited certificate. She said goodbye to her mother and set off alone, two days by train and five more days by ship: “I finally arrived home to Eretz Yisrael”.
She first came to Haifa and then to the Jezreel Valley, to Nahalal, where she worked in the laundry, dairy, kitchen, and produce warehouse sorting grapefruit. She studied Hebrew and agriculture, developed friendships, and even went on trips — along with her camera.
In Senesh’s many correspondences with her mother Katarina, who remained in Hungary, she asked her to send some basic supplies: “Regarding my other requests, I am really very well equipped, and I don’t know what other things I need. Soon, I will run out of soap, toothpaste, film. Could you send me that? (Excerpt from Only You Will Understand by Hannah Senesh)
At Nahalal, Hannah and her camera were inseparable. “Today I had an impressive success with photography. A few girls who were excited about the Nahalal photos bought film and asked me to photograph them. All eight photos turned out very well. Now everyone wants me to photograph them, as if they’ve appointed me the court photographer.” (Excerpt from Only You Will Understand)
Senesh continues her journey in the Land of Israel. She is seeking a kibbutz that suits her mindset, and finally arrives at Sdot-Yam, where she stays until enlisting in the British Army and departing on the mission from which she will not return. She no longer photographs. She reflects on the past, writing, “I’m afraid to look into the depths of the abyss” (Excerpt from Diaries, Poems, Testimonies).
“Only one image draws me back into the past – mother at the train station. Four years. I never believed that the chasm separating us would be so wide.”
The Senesh Family Archive is today deposited at the National Library of Israel and has been made accessible courtesy of Ori and Mirit Eisen.