In the wake of World War II, Gunter’s family was among those who received one of the original CARE Packages sent by Americans to families on the brink of starvation in Europe. CARE asked Gunter and a handful of other original CARE Package recipients who have re-settled in America if they would be willing to write a letter to Syrian refugee children. Gunter jumped at the chance to pay it forward, describing for Zaher not only the tough times but also how he endured and came out the other side to live a happy life. “Not a single day went by when I wasn‘t hungry,” Gunter wrote, detailing how his family fled their home in East Prussia in an unsuccessful attempt to evade the advancing Russian army. “To help my family I went begging for bread at Russian-occupied houses.”

On a recent afternoon in his Chicago apartment, Gunter placed the letter on the table next to him, raised his tall frame from his chair and grabbed a creaseless page of white paper. He began folding it. Amid so many hardships, Gunter said, he found joy in the simplest things. That’s when he developed a passion for paper airplanes. He has made them ever since, for his own two sons (now in their 30s) and the children of others’.

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Select the correct text in the passage. in richard connell's short story "the most dangerous game," zaroffs aristocratic appearance and dignified manners mask his sinister, animalistic nature. which line from the excerpt best provides a glimpse into his true nature? rainsford's first impression was that the man was singularly handsome; his second was that there was an original, almost bizarre quality about the general's face. he was a tall man past middle age, for his hair was a vivid white; but his thick eyebrows and pointed military mustache were as black as the night from which rainsford had come. his eyes, too, were black and very bright. he had high cheekbones, a sharpcut nose, a spare, dark face-the face of a man used to giving orders, the face of an aristocrat. turning to the giant in uniform, the general made a sign. the giant put away his pistol, saluted, withdrew. "ivan is an incredibly strong fellow," remarked the general, "but he has the misfortune to be deaf and dumb. a simple fellow, but, i'm afraid, like all his race, a bit of a savage." "is he russian? " "he is a cossack," said the general, and his smile showed red lips and pointed teeth. "so am i." half apologetically general zaroff said, "we do our best to preserve the amenities of civilization here. forgive any lapses. we are well off the beaten track, you know." laughter shook the general. "how extraordinarily droll you are! " he said. "one does not expect nowadays to find a young man of the educated class, even in america, with such a naive, and, if i may say so, mid-victorian point of view. it's like finding a snuffbox in a limousine. ah, well, doubtless you