Bassim
VIP Member
- Joined
- Mar 1, 2008
- Member Type
- Student or Learner
- Native Language
- Bosnian
- Home Country
- Bosnia Herzegovina
- Current Location
- Sweden
Would you please correct the mistakes in the second part of my text?
As Nick was still feeling the effects of alcohol in his body, Sarah offered him her son’s bedroom where he could have some rest. He gave him her husband’s pyjama and a pair of his slippers and closed the door. In the meantime, she called her granddaughter Lea and told her what had happened. At first, she believed her grandmother was hallucinating, or experiencing some side effects from her medications and wanted to hung up, but when Sarah promised to pay for petrol, Lea got into her car and drove more than 50 km to her grandmother’s home. There, she indeed found Nick peacefully sleeping in her uncle’s room. He woke up before midday and told Lea how grateful he was to her grandmother and that she was such a kind woman. Lea used the opportunity to make some selfies with the star and photos with him and her grandmother on her smartphone. Sarah offered him lunch, but he excused himself. Before he left, he signed few autographs and wrote on a sheet of A 4 paper “To my angel, Sarah! Nick Evans.” He then got into a taxi and disappeared.
Nick may have physically vanished from Sarah’s life, but he had stayed in her heart. Sarah was experiencing symptoms similar to those reported by the people who had encountered an alien: abandonment, loneliness, depression and flashbacks. She knew that she had to do something about that. She couldn’t let it pass into oblivion. She got an idea of creating a museum.
Nowadays, people who find themselves in the small town have an opportunity to visit Sarah’s museum. For just 1£ fee, a visitor can learn everything about the encounter. They can see the photographs of Nick, Lea and Sarah and also Nick’s autographs. Behind a display case stand a few butts and the ash that Nick had left in the saucer and the leftovers of his breakfast. His white briefs, t-shirt and yellow socks he had forgotten to take with him are also on display. Another case contains the pillow Sarah had put under his head and those blankets which protected him from cold. A visitor also had the opportunity to see the bed on which Nick had slept a few hours, which still has original wrinkles on its sheet. In the bathroom, you can see the towel, shampoo, shower gel, toothpaste and toothbrush, all used by him. In a little glass case, Sarah has preserved a few strands of dark hair which she had found at the bottom of her bath.
To make room for the museum, Sarah had to move to the attic, where she has a small room and a kitchen. But her sacrifice has paid off many times over.
“It’s marvellous. People are coming from around the world, France, Germany, US, Australia, China, Japan...They look around and ask me all kinds of questions. They think the museum is such a fantastic thing. Many get an inspiration to create a similar one in their own homes; the only problem is to find a star sleeping in your garden.” Her life has undergone deep changes. Sarah had been invited to the BBC Gardener’s World, to CNN, ZDF, and many other TV stations. She had been a keynote speaker on a few occasions and had been invited to parties where she had met people from all parts of society. She had earned enough money to be able to do some surgery to her face, which had made her look younger. “Life has never been better. Nick was my jackpot who gave me the chance to live life to the full,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
The mayor of the little town said that Sarah had done more for the town than all governments in the last fifty years. “Sarah’s museum has brought tourists from around the globe,” he said. “They are coming in their thousands, spending large amounts of money and helping us creating more workplaces. Nowadays, you can stay at “Nick’s Hotel, order Nick’s breakfast in Nick’s Restaurant, or buy yellow socks and briefs similar to those worn by Nick made in our own factory. From a town that has once been doomed to decay we have now become a prosperous community. And all this thank to our Sarah.”
As for Nick Evans, nobody has heard of or seen him since he left Sarah’s home.
THE END
As Nick was still feeling the effects of alcohol in his body, Sarah offered him her son’s bedroom where he could have some rest. He gave him her husband’s pyjama and a pair of his slippers and closed the door. In the meantime, she called her granddaughter Lea and told her what had happened. At first, she believed her grandmother was hallucinating, or experiencing some side effects from her medications and wanted to hung up, but when Sarah promised to pay for petrol, Lea got into her car and drove more than 50 km to her grandmother’s home. There, she indeed found Nick peacefully sleeping in her uncle’s room. He woke up before midday and told Lea how grateful he was to her grandmother and that she was such a kind woman. Lea used the opportunity to make some selfies with the star and photos with him and her grandmother on her smartphone. Sarah offered him lunch, but he excused himself. Before he left, he signed few autographs and wrote on a sheet of A 4 paper “To my angel, Sarah! Nick Evans.” He then got into a taxi and disappeared.
Nick may have physically vanished from Sarah’s life, but he had stayed in her heart. Sarah was experiencing symptoms similar to those reported by the people who had encountered an alien: abandonment, loneliness, depression and flashbacks. She knew that she had to do something about that. She couldn’t let it pass into oblivion. She got an idea of creating a museum.
Nowadays, people who find themselves in the small town have an opportunity to visit Sarah’s museum. For just 1£ fee, a visitor can learn everything about the encounter. They can see the photographs of Nick, Lea and Sarah and also Nick’s autographs. Behind a display case stand a few butts and the ash that Nick had left in the saucer and the leftovers of his breakfast. His white briefs, t-shirt and yellow socks he had forgotten to take with him are also on display. Another case contains the pillow Sarah had put under his head and those blankets which protected him from cold. A visitor also had the opportunity to see the bed on which Nick had slept a few hours, which still has original wrinkles on its sheet. In the bathroom, you can see the towel, shampoo, shower gel, toothpaste and toothbrush, all used by him. In a little glass case, Sarah has preserved a few strands of dark hair which she had found at the bottom of her bath.
To make room for the museum, Sarah had to move to the attic, where she has a small room and a kitchen. But her sacrifice has paid off many times over.
“It’s marvellous. People are coming from around the world, France, Germany, US, Australia, China, Japan...They look around and ask me all kinds of questions. They think the museum is such a fantastic thing. Many get an inspiration to create a similar one in their own homes; the only problem is to find a star sleeping in your garden.” Her life has undergone deep changes. Sarah had been invited to the BBC Gardener’s World, to CNN, ZDF, and many other TV stations. She had been a keynote speaker on a few occasions and had been invited to parties where she had met people from all parts of society. She had earned enough money to be able to do some surgery to her face, which had made her look younger. “Life has never been better. Nick was my jackpot who gave me the chance to live life to the full,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
The mayor of the little town said that Sarah had done more for the town than all governments in the last fifty years. “Sarah’s museum has brought tourists from around the globe,” he said. “They are coming in their thousands, spending large amounts of money and helping us creating more workplaces. Nowadays, you can stay at “Nick’s Hotel, order Nick’s breakfast in Nick’s Restaurant, or buy yellow socks and briefs similar to those worn by Nick made in our own factory. From a town that has once been doomed to decay we have now become a prosperous community. And all this thank to our Sarah.”
As for Nick Evans, nobody has heard of or seen him since he left Sarah’s home.
THE END
