It is a crushing experience to have to earn your “bread”. To suffer and swelter in a take away shop knowing that your life is absent, deserting itself and leaving it to fight the hordes that come in, day in and day out, by itself, unsure and frightfully angry. I try to convince myself that I am, in fact, a student. I am enrolled at university and this must count for something, right? Being a student means something, a student is a character in a Russian novel, a man awaiting his destiny, s...