Chills, by Lauren Wolfe

Chills, by Lauren Wolfe

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Speak, memory

Speak, memory

My hazardous memories from the Turkish earthquake zone.

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Feb 15, 2023
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Fearless reporting, a behind-the-curtains look at how journalism is made — and an unabashed point of view. Welcome to Chills.

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Antakya, Turkey, in 2021. (Photo by Aytac Unal/Anadolu Agency via Getty Images)

Whenever I go on a reporting trip, I take excess photos. What I mean by this is that I tend to snap a bunch of random shots as I’m leaving a source’s house, for instance, aiming at nothing in particular. These photos help me tremendously as I write later. An example: I knew months after visiting a suburb of Kyiv that there had been a six-foot-tall rust-colored wall around the garden at a Ukrainian couple’s house — a detail I was unsure of before I checked my photos.

After 20+ years in journalism I don’t necessarily trust memory anymore.

“Memory takes a lot of poetic license,” Tennessee Williams wrote in “The Glass Menagerie.” “It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.”

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