"I am a failure. I hardly ever notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time.
"My parents can't support me, and I'm not highly educated. I came to the city alone to search for a future.
"I looked for many jobs, but none would hire me. Maybe no one liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.
"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement without having to brave the unusually cold winter winds outside.
"Finally, I found a job: night watchman at a hospital, guarding the morgue.
"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 was stepping.
"The place smelled terrible. From time to time, corpses stuffed into body bags were brought in, and we worked together to carry them into the morgue.
"It wasn't a 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 up 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 taking turns working the day shift. Sleeping when the sun was up and getting out of bed