"I was a failure. I barely noticed whether the sun was shining, because I had no time.
"My parents couldn't support me, and I wasn't highly educated. I searched for a future alone in the city.
"I applied for many jobs, but no one hired me. Perhaps no one 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 enduring the exceptionally cold winter wind 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 little light spilling out of the rooms to see where I was stepping.
"The smell there was awful. Every so often, someone dead would arrive in a body bag, and we would help carry them into the morgue.
"It wasn't a very good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also use the spare time at night to study. After all, hardly anyone 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 have managed to get even a job like this.
"I dreamed of taking a turn on the day shift. Going to sleep when the sun rose and getting up after