"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 many jobs, but no one hired me. Perhaps no one liked someone who wasn't good with words, didn't enjoy 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 and 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-keeping watch over the morgue.
"The hospital at night was even 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.
"It smelled terrible there. From time to time, a dead person would arrive stuffed inside 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 didn't have enough money to buy books yet, and I couldn't see any hope of saving money for now.
"I had my former coworker to thank. If he hadn't suddenly quit, I might not have landed even a job like this.
"I dreamed of being able to rotate onto the day shift. Always going to sleep