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Read the Following Extract and Rewrite It from the Point of View of the Friend of the Narrator : - English

Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of the friend of the narrator : 

[You may begin with: My friend was scheduled to die on May 1945.]
"Don't call me Herman anymore," I said to my brother.
"Call me 94983 ".

I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator I, too, felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number.
Soon my brother, and I were sent to Schlieben, one or Buchelwald's sub -camps near
One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice.
"Son," she said softly but clearly, "I am going to send you an angel."
Then I woke up. Just a dream. A beautiful dream.
But in this place there could be no angels. There was only work. And hunger. And fear.
A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbedwire
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."

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Solution

Ans. My friend was scheduled to die on May 1945. My friend said to his brother not to call him Herman anymore but call him 94983.
My friend was put to work in the camp's crematorium loading the dead into a hand-craked elevator. He left dead, hardened and felt he had become a number.
Soon, he and his brothers were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald's sub-camps near Berlin.
One morning my friend heard his mother's voice where she was telling him softly but clearly that she is going to send him an angel.
Then my friend woke up and realised that it was just a dream as he knew in his place there could be no angels but there was only work, hunger and fear.
A couple of days later, my friend was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see and 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.
My friend glanced around to make sure no one saw him. He called her softly in German and asked if she had something to eat. But she didn't understand.
My friend inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in polish. The girl stepped forward. My friend was thin and gaurt with rags wrapped around his feet, but the girl looked unafraid. He saw life in her eyes.
The girl pulled an apple from her woollen jacket and threw it over the fence.
My friend grabbed the fruit and as he started to run away, he heard her saying faintly, to meet tomorrow.

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