"I'm a failure. I hardly ever notice whether the sun is shining, because I don't have the time.
"My parents can't support me, and I don't have much education. I'm alone in the city, searching for a future.
"I looked for plenty of jobs, but nobody hired me. Maybe nobody likes someone who isn't good with words, doesn't like talking to people, and hasn't shown enough ability.
"For three whole days, I ate only two pieces of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I'd paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement instead of enduring the unusually bitter winter wind outside.
"Finally, I found a job working nights at a hospital, watching over the morgue.
"The hospital was even colder at night than I'd imagined. The wall lamps in the corridors weren't lit, and everything was dim. I could only see where I was stepping by the little light spilling out of the rooms.
"The place smelled terrible. Every so often, a dead person would arrive in a body bag, and we'd help carry him into the morgue.
"It wasn't a very good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use my spare time at night to study. After all, hardly anyone 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 yet, and I couldn't see any hope of saving any at the moment.
"I had my former colleague to thank. 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 going to bed when the sun came up and getting