"I am a failure. I hardly ever noticed whether the sunlight was bright or not, because I had no time.
"My parents could not support me, and I was not well educated. Alone, I searched for a future in the city.
"I found many jobs, but none of them hired me. Perhaps nobody liked someone who was bad at talking, unwilling to socialize, and incapable of showing enough ability.
"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement without having to go outside and endure the unusually bitter winter wind.
"Finally, I found a job. I kept watch at a hospital—watching over the morgue at night.
"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The corridor wall lamps were unlit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light spilling from the rooms to see where I stepped.
"The smell there was terrible. From time to time, dead bodies would be delivered in body bags, and we would work together to carry them into the morgue.
"It was not a good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use the spare time at night to study. After all, few people were willing to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course, I still did not have enough money to buy books, and I could not see any hope of saving up.
"I had to thank my former colleague. If he had not suddenly quit, I might not even have gotten a job like this.
"I dreamed of taking turns working during the day.