I don't know when and why I fell in love with chess? Woodset? Perfume of old staunton pieces? Noise of manual clocks? Unformal friendship? The old history of chess?
It is a slow game when everyone seems to be in a hurry, an art of thinking, and, in a gentle twist of humor, a food for thoughts elevated in a state-of-art, of aesthetics, lore and legends. It is a precise mystery like the number of Shannon of different chess positions, a 1 followed by 120 zeroes.