I was a previous typist in a post office. Because I couldn't tolerate typing any more postage bills or postcodes on a typewriter every day, I resigned.

With a greedy motivation of making big money, I took up working as a business representative for the G. E Ecology Company, which produced goods by recycling useful materials from our dustbins.

Once, when speeding up, our jet was swallowed by a thunderstorm, which destroyed our GPS receiver and made us lose sight of the directions.

My new job left me good impressions in many aspects except that the working timetable was full of traveling by jets.

A constantly flashing light showed that our jet was in danger.

We swept up the surrounding mud to make our settlement and were back on our feet soon.

A steward instantly asked us to put on masks and fasten the safety belts, and then pressed a button to switch on the escaping capsule. It slid sideways out of the opening at once and landed in a desert area safely.

Lacking food and tablets, we were nervous and uncertain at first. But we all kept optimistic and made good adjustment to the situation.

Finally, guided by the smoke of our crashing jet, some local citizens came by carriages and saved us.