To Bojana, who kept me going.
אֵלִי שֶׁלֹּא יִגָּמֵר לְעוֹלָם
הַחוֹל וְהַיָּם
רִשְׁרוּשׁ שֶׁל הַמַּיִם
בְּרַק הַשָּׁמַיִם
תְּפִלַּת הָאָדָםEli, shelo yigameir l’olam:
hachol v’hayam,
rishrush shel hamayim
b’rak hashamayim
t’filat haadam.My God, may these things never end:
The sand and the sea,
the rush of the waters,
the lightning of the heavens,
the prayers of man.— Hanna Szenes