"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 was alone in the city, searching for a future.
"I applied for plenty of jobs, but nobody hired me. Perhaps nobody liked someone who wasn't good at speaking, didn't enjoy communicating, and hadn't shown enough ability.
"Over three whole days, I ate just two pieces of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, 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 keeping watch at a hospital at night-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 seeping out of the rooms.
"The place smelled terrible. Every so often, a dead person would arrive stuffed in a body bag, and we would 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 free time at night to study. After all, nobody wanted to visit the morgue unless a body needed delivering or taking away for cremation. Of course, I didn't have enough money for books yet, and I couldn't see any hope of saving any, either.
"I had my former colleague to thank. If he hadn't suddenly quit, I might not have gotten even a job like this.
"I dreamed of getting a turn on the day shift. Always going to sleep at sunrise and getting up after nightfall had left my body a