Acceptance speech!
There was a market in town today.
When night fell, I walked for half an hour before I walked down the mountain from the construction site on the top of the mountain to the farmer's market in town.
I hid behind a pillar and observed the farmer's market.
Most of the merchants had already closed their stalls. There was only one left, and he was packing his things.
I looked at the time on my phone. It was 6:38.
I was burning with anxiety.
Because I know that the sanitation workers in town will come to clean up at seven in the evening.
In other words, I only have 22 minutes left.
Looking at the stall owner who was dawdling, I was burning with anxiety.
Time seemed to slow down as I waited, and my heart was filled with suffering.
Finally, at 6:55, the stall owner packed up and slowly left the market with his cart full of goods.
F * ck, there were less than five minutes left!
