Read the extract carefully and rewrite as if you are the friend of the narrator :
[You may begin with: A couple of days later he was walking around ...... ]
A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone.
On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree.
I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German, ''Do you have something to eat?'' She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woollen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, ''I"ll see you tomorrow. ''
I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat a hunk of bread or better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both. I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.
Solution
A couple of days later he was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. He was alone. On the other side of the fence, He spotted someone: a little girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree. He glanced around to make sure no one saw him. He called to her softly in German, ''Do you have something to eat?'' She didn't understand. He inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. He was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around his feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, he saw life. She pulled an apple from her woollen jacket and threw it over the fence. He grabbed the fruit and, as He started to run away, he heard her say faintly, ''I"ll see you tomorrow. ''
He returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for him to eat a hunk of bread or better yet, an apple. They didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for them both. He didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for him? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave him some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.
