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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 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 ? What was in such short supply , and this girl on the other fence gave me some , as nourishing in its way as the apples.

Explanation

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 curis. She was half hidden behind a birch tree.
He glanced around to make sure no one saw him. He called her softly in German and asked for something to eat as he was very hungry. But the girl did not understand. He inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. He was thin and gaunt with rays 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 heared her saying faintly that she will be there tomorrow.
He returned to the same spot the fence at the same time everyday . She was always there with something for him eat- a hunk of bread or better yet , an apple.
They didn't dare speak or linger . To be caught would mean death for both of them.
He didn't know anything about her . For him , she was just a kind farm girl, who could understand Polish.
My friend was eager to know her name and why was she risking her life for him .
His hope was in such short supply and this girl on the other side of the fence gave him some , leavishing in its way as the bread and apples.