Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of th

1.	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 brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald’s sub-camps near Berlin. 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 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.”
Answer» My friend Herman was scheduled to die in the gas Chamber on May 10, 1945 at 10 : 000 A.M. Herman and his brothers were transported in a cattle car to Germany. They arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day they were issued uniforms and identification numbers. Herman said to his brother not to call him by his name but “call him 94983”. Herman was put to work in crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator. He felt dead, because now he had become a number. Soon he and his brothers were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwalds’ sub-camps near Berlin. One morning Herman heard his mother’s voice saying softly but clearly ‘Son, I am going to send you an angel !’. When he woke up, he realized it was a beautiful dream. But in that place there were no angels. There was only work, hunger and fear. A couple of days later, when Herman was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see him, 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. Did she had 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. He saw life in her eyes. She pulled an apple from her woollen jacket and threw it over the fence. Herman grabbed the fruit and as he started to run away, he heard her say faintly that she would see him the next day.

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 brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald’s sub-camps near Berlin. 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 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.”

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My friend Herman was scheduled to die in the gas Chamber on May 10, 1945 at 10 : 000 A.M. Herman and his brothers were transported in a cattle car to Germany. They arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day they were issued uniforms and identification numbers.

Herman said to his brother not to call him by his name but “call him 94983”. Herman was put to work in crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator. He felt dead, because now he had become a number. Soon he and his brothers were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwalds’ sub-camps near Berlin. One morning Herman heard his mother’s voice saying softly but clearly ‘Son, I am going to send you an angel !’. When he woke up, he realized it was a beautiful dream. But in that place there were no angels. There was only work, hunger and fear.

A couple of days later, when Herman was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see him, 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. Did she had 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. He saw life in her eyes.

She pulled an apple from her woollen jacket and threw it over the fence. Herman grabbed the fruit and as he started to run away, he heard her say faintly that she would see him the next day.

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