"I was a failure. I hardly ever noticed whether the sun was shining, because I had no time.
"My parents couldn't support me, and I didn't have much education. I searched for a future alone in the city.
"I applied for plenty of jobs, but nobody hired me. Perhaps nobody liked someone who wasn't good with words, disliked communicating, and hadn't shown enough ability.
"For three whole days, I ate only two pieces of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had 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 keeping watch at a hospital through the night-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 little light spilling out of the rooms to see where I was stepping.
"The place smelled awful. Every so often, someone would bring in a dead person stuffed into a body bag, and we would help carry the body into the morgue.
"It wasn't a good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use my spare time at night to study. After all, nobody wanted to visit 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 getting a turn on the day shift. Always sleeping when the sun rose and getting up after nightfall