"I am a failure. I barely notice whether the sun is shining, because I have no time.
"My parents couldn't support me, and I wasn't well educated. I searched for a future alone in the city.
"I tried for many jobs, but no one hired me. Perhaps nobody liked someone who wasn't good at speaking, disliked communicating, and hadn't demonstrated enough ability.
"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 keep living in that dark basement instead of enduring the bitterly cold winter winds outside.
"Finally, I found a job keeping watch at a hospital at night-watching over the morgue.
"The hospital at night was even colder 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 of the rooms to see where I was stepping.
"The smell there was awful. Every so often, a dead person would arrive stuffed into a body bag, and we would work together to 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, few people 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 for now, I saw no 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 rotating onto the day shift. Always sleeping when the sun came up and getting up when