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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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