Haywire Issue 4 Fall 2014
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HAYWIRE <strong>Issue</strong> 4 <strong>Fall</strong> <strong>2014</strong><br />
ited one of Adam Ross’ readings<br />
and shared that he would have<br />
denounced anyone who told him<br />
he’d ever be at a reading by Adam<br />
Ross as a liar. Ross’ journey of becoming<br />
a writer was long and arduous,<br />
fueled by perseverance. As<br />
a writer, he declared that knowing<br />
the ending of a piece is the most<br />
important in the writing process.<br />
Adam Ross advised us to write<br />
down something true about our<br />
surroundings every day, as a habit,<br />
and he shocked us all by uncovering<br />
the fact that writer’s block is a<br />
myth! For example, he explained,<br />
one of his graduate school professors,<br />
suffering from multiple sclerosis,<br />
wrote an entire novel with<br />
merely one finger. Ross found that<br />
Leaving The DDR Behind<br />
A Visit to Hohenschönhausen<br />
by Carina Kühne, 10f<br />
the guiding question in one’s path<br />
in life is “Where does your talent<br />
fit into the world”<br />
Overall, the experience of hearing<br />
a published novelist talk to<br />
us about writing and life was extremely<br />
enlightening and I hope<br />
JFKS hosts many more great authors<br />
we can learn valuable wisdom<br />
from.<br />
Walking through the foreboding metal gates of the<br />
Stasi prison of Hohenschönhausen on a crisp Friday<br />
morning, our entire group of tenth graders fell silent.<br />
We were soon acquainted with our tour guide, Harry<br />
Santos, an expressive man now in his sixties who had<br />
been a former GDR prisoner in this institution. As he<br />
introduced himself, we obtained a first impression of<br />
Photos by Olivia Swarthout, 10f<br />
the grounds: the tall, grey walls topped with stretches<br />
of barbed wire dauntingly enclosed the bare, cemented<br />
courtyard that we stood in, and an old surveillance<br />
camera pointed at the entrance. The only hint of color<br />
was provided by the red bricks of the main building<br />
and the narrow strip of grass in front of it.<br />
To start off our tour, we were taken into a room to<br />
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