“Playing chess with my father is torture. I have to sit very upright on the edge of my chair and respect the rules of impassivity while I consider my next move. I can feel myself dissolving under his stare. When I move a pawn he asks sarcastically, ‘Have you really thought about what you’re doing?’ I panic and want to move the pawn back. He doesn’t allow it: ‘You’ve touched the piece, now you have to follow through. Think before you act. Think.”
