"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 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. Luckily, I'd paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement instead of going outside to face the unusually bitter winter wind.
"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'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 spilling out of the rooms.
"The place smelled awful. Every so often, a dead person would arrive stuffed inside a body bag, and we'd help carry him into the morgue.
"It wasn't a very good job, but at least it let me afford bread. I could also spend my free time at night studying. After all, hardly anyone wanted to come to the morgue unless a body needed delivering or taking 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 been able to get even a job like this.
"I dreamed of switching to the daytime shift. Always going to sleep when the sun rose and getting up