A long journey. From Biel to Graz So in my so-called chess career there were some (apparent or partial) successes. I never had a real breakthrough. Nevertheless, there were a few eventful journeys, even if many of them took place outside of chess. So it was with this summer trip in 1981. Angie was my…
Everyone embarrasses themselves as best they can. You don’t have to do it twice, one time actively as a fool and the other time by blurting it out, but I have developed a certain skill in both. And on the day I am about to tell you about, I did both twice after telling the…
1) Freiburg It was 1983. I was 24 years old. It was not enough to become a chess professional. You had to put in a lot of effort, many tournaments went on for a week or longer. To get to the meat pots, the really good cash prizes, you had to be really outstandingly good.…
From the soul life of a player Not only does gambling, especially professional gambling, in principle presuppose a certain world view, it also entails certain consequences for daily life. I have drawn attention to the motives for gambling and the dangers of gambling elsewhere (chapter “Gambling Addiction”, for example). But the peculiarities, the sensitivities, the…
In the years 1985/1986 I also had a few gigs on the Berlin Kiez. I think that the book should not be without an account of what it’s like there. The only peculiarity here: I will be a little more sparing with the names of the people involved. I’ll keep the reasons to myself…. 1)…
1) The battle for the unlucky world championship To contrast the 10th of January with another day, I will describe another, completely normal, day from my life. The perspective: The gambling. The betting. Gambling. Freaking out. Screaming. Whining. High-fiving. Cheering. Despair. We had come up with a new strategy a week ago. We. That’s Christian,…
