Most of the work performed by a development engineer results in failure.

My natural mother died one month after I was born, apparently due to giving birth at an advanced age.

From my father, I learned the importance of working sincerely at things to which I had committed myself, and to persevere untiringly even in the face of little progress.

My grandmother valued even the smallest of things.

I cannot say that I was a particularly diligent student, especially during the lower grades.

Upon receiving my notification of acceptance to the university, my parents noticed that they were obliged to submit to the university, among other things, a copy of my official family register. After much mental anguish, they decided to inform me of the secret of my birth.