"I was a failure. I barely noticed whether the sun was shining or not, because I had no time.
"My parents couldn't support me, and I wasn't highly educated. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.
"I looked for many jobs, but none would hire me. Perhaps no one liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.
"I spent three whole days eating 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 instead of going outside to endure the abnormally cold winter wind.
"Finally, I found a job. I worked nights at a hospital, guarding the morgue.
"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The corridor wall lamps weren't lit, and it was dim everywhere. I could only rely on the faint light spilling out from the rooms to see where I was stepping.
"The place smelled terrible. From time to time, the dead would be delivered in body bags, and we would work together to carry them into the morgue.
"It wasn't a very good job, but at least I could afford bread. I could also use my free time at night to study. After all, no one wanted to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course, I still didn't have enough money to buy books, and I couldn't see any hope of saving any.
"I had to thank my former colleague. If he hadn't suddenly quit, I might not even have gotten a job like this.
"I dreamed of switching to the day shift. Sleeping whenever the sun rose and getting up after night