"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 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, 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 had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement instead of going outside to endure the unusually bitter winter wind.
"At last, I found a job keeping watch at a hospital at night-keeping watch over the morgue.
"The hospital at night was 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. From time to time, a dead person would arrive in a body bag, and we would work together to carry him into the morgue.
"It wasn't a very good job, but at least I could 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 delivering or taking 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 at the moment.
"I had my former coworker to thank. If he hadn't suddenly quit, I might not have gotten even a job like this.
"I dreamed of being able to rotate onto the day shift. Always