"I am a failure. I barely notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time.
"My parents couldn't offer me any support, and I wasn't highly educated. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.
"I looked for many jobs, but none of them hired me. Perhaps no one liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.
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"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 continue living in that dark basement without having to face the unusually cold winter wind outside.
"Finally, I found a job: night watchman at a hospital, watching over the morgue.
"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The wall lamps in the corridors weren't lit, and everything was dim. 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, bodies would be delivered stuffed into corpse bags, and we would help carry them into the morgue.
"It wasn't a very good job, but at least I could afford bread. I could also use the 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