Learning Chess on a Lazy Sunday

I look back at the origins of my chess life. I call it life because it is.

The main train station in Casablanca — view from my hotel room in 2020

Late June 1972, Casablanca, Morocco. A boring Sunday during Summer holidays. My mother and I were sitting at our art deco coffee table listening to a jazz vinyl. I have a clear memory of the summer sun splitting the table in two because it was bothering me. We eventually decided to go to the bookstore at the Romandie a 13-storey…