Chapter 1
"Come, let us cry together one more time... For all that was lived, all that was lived, and all that never will be..."
He opened his eyes, studying the white ceiling... He noticed some spots he hadn't seen before. What had caused them...
Then he realized it was from the rain that fell the other day. The damp and moisture had really taken their toll. A sharp smell filled the room... As bothersome as this situation was, he had to endure it. He had neither a job nor money, and on top of that, rent was quite expensive...
Then, in his sleepy daze, he wondered if he could sell this house. But who would buy this ruined, dilapidated place with its rotting wood... And even if he did sell it, would it be enough to buy a new one? He rubbed his eyes; even though he wasn't fully rested, he had to get up now...
To escape this sharp smell, he walked over to the window. It was snowing, all the roads were covered in snow; the pure white street looked as if it belonged on a painter's canvas.
Black smoke rose into the sky. The snow seemed to have swallowed every sound. He realized he was shivering, but the disturbing smell in the room still remained...
He couldn't afford to get sick, so he immediately closed the window... He went down to the coal shed to light a fire and warm up a bit. There was nothing left but a few pieces of wood and some kindling. He had to find a job, there was no other way; otherwise, what would he do in these freezing winter days...
