"I was a failure, barely paying attention to whether the sun was shining brightly or not, because I had no time.
"My parents couldn't support me, and my education wasn't very good. I was alone in the city, searching for a future.
"I looked for many jobs, but none of them hired me. Perhaps no one liked someone who wasn't good at speaking, disliked socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.
"I once 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 continue living in that dark basement instead of going outside and enduring the unusually cold winter wind.
"Finally, I found a job. I worked nights at a hospital, keeping watch over the morgue.
"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The wall lamps in the corridors weren't lit, and everywhere was dim. I could only see where I was going by relying on the little light spilling out from the rooms.
"The smell there was awful. From time to time, the dead would be brought in stuffed inside body bags, and we would work together to carry them into the morgue.
"It wasn't a very good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use my free time at night to study. After all, few people were willing to come to the morgue unless a body needed to be brought in 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 money yet.
"I had to thank my predecessor. If he hadn't suddenly quit, I might not even have been able to get a job like that.
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