Back and forth next to the barbed wire fence trying to keep my emaciated body warm. I am hungry， I have been hungry for long. Each day， as more of us disappear， the happy past seems like a mere dream， and I sink deeper and deeper into despair.
Suddenly， I notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes that seem to say that she understands， that she too cannot fathoms why I am here. I want to look away， oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this， but I cannot tear my eyes from hers. Then she reaches into her pocket， and pulls out a red apple. Oh， how long has it been since I have seen one！ She looks cautiously to the left and to the right and then with smile of triumph quickly throws the apple over the fence. I run to pick it up， holding it in my trembling frozen fingers. In my world of death this apple is an expression of life， of love. I glance up in time to see the girl disappearing into the distance.