Q. 5. B. Read the following extract and convert it into a dialogue between Roma and Herman, the narrator in about 8 to 10 sentences: [4 marks]
[You may begin with: (After dinner by the share at Coney Island Roma and Herman started back by Sid’s car.)
Roma: Where were you during the war, Herman? ]
The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too! We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn’t remember having a better time.
We piled back into Sid’s car, Roma and I sharing the backseat. As a European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject. “Where were you during the war?” she asked softly.
“The camps. I said the terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget. But can never forget.
She noded. “My family was hiding on a farm in Germany, not far from Berlin.” she told me. “My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.”
I magnified how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were both survivors, in a new world.
“There was a camp next to the farm.” Roma continued. “I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples everyday.”
Ans. After dinner by the share at Coney Island Roma and Herman started back by Sid’s car.
Roma : Where were you during the war, Herman?
Herman : The camps.
[Herman’s face showed the terrible experiences he was never able to forget those day]
Roma : Actually, my family were hiding on a farm in Germany, not far from Berlin.
Herman : You must be very lucky to have had that opportunity.
Roma : My father knew a priest and he got us Aryan papers.
Herman : I am sure you too must have had hard times, constantly afraid of being found out.
Roma : Yes, but since I was just a child, I had no sense of fear.
Herman : That’s the blessing of childhood.
Roma : Well, I remember one thing significantly.
Herman : What is that?
Roma : There was a camp next to the farm. I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples everyday.
