"I was a failure. I hardly ever paid attention to 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 nobody hired me. Maybe nobody liked someone who wasn't good with words, didn't enjoy talking, 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 endure the unusually bitter winter wind.
"At last, 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 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'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 the spare 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 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 taking a turn on the day shift.