"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 of an education. I searched for a future alone in the city.
"I applied for many jobs, but no one hired me. Maybe nobody liked someone who wasn't good with words, didn't like communicating, and hadn't shown enough ability.
"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves 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 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 colder than I'd 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, a dead person would arrive in a body bag, and we'd 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 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 money for now.
"I had my former coworker 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 sleep when the