"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 wasn't well 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 loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could still live in that dark basement instead of enduring the unusually bitter winter wind outside.
"At last, I found a job keeping watch at a hospital at night-keeping watch over its morgue.
"The hospital was even colder at night 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. Now and then, a dead person would arrive stuffed into 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, 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 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 sleep when the sun