The other day, I was sitting in this outmoded café that I’m preferring over its modern counterparts lately. The owner has set up his chessboard in a corner, and I’ve made that my space. I was solving a “Fischer versus Petrosian (1971)” when a couple walked in, breaking all the silence in the house. They were photographers…
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