"I'm a failure. I barely notice whether the sun is shining, because I don't have the time.
"My parents couldn't support me, and I didn't have much education. I was alone in the city, trying to make a future for myself.
"I tried a lot of jobs, but none of them hired me. Maybe no one likes someone who isn't good at talking, doesn't like socializing, and hasn't shown enough ability.
"I'd gone three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I'd paid a month's rent in advance, so I could stay in that dark basement instead of facing the bitter winter wind outside.
"Finally, I found a job: working nights at a hospital, keeping watch over the morgue.
"The hospital was colder at night than I'd imagined. The wall lamps in the corridors weren't lit, and it was gloomy everywhere. I could only see where I was going by the little light seeping out from the rooms.
"It smelled awful there. Every so often, a body would arrive in a body bag, and we'd help carry it into the morgue.
"It wasn't a 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 didn't have enough money to buy books, and I couldn't see any hope of saving up.
"I had to thank my predecessor. If he hadn't suddenly quit, I might not have gotten even this job.
"I dreamed of getting a shift during the day. I was always sleeping when the sun came up and waking when night fell, which was making me a