“这一只羊太老了。我想要一只长命的绵羊。”
我又别的画了一只。
“这恰是我想要的……你说这只羊需求很多草吗？”
He looked at it carefully, then he said: "No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another."So I made another drawing.
So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to, until I had an accident with my plane in the Desert of Sahara, six years ago. Something was broken in my engine. And as I had with me neither a mechanic nor any passengers, I set myself to attempt the difficult repairs all alone. It was a question of life or death for me: I had scarcely enough drinking water to last a week.