By Lien Estrada
HAVANA TIMES – When I was studying at the Evangelical Seminary of Theology in Matanzas, from time to time I would go to the address of the Chess Academy located on Medio Street very close to its cathedral. It was almost always open, almost always the same people were there. Quite a few, and many more men than women, of course. They were very kind, and they would teach you with that cordial smile how to live through games in that unique sport.
They had to remind me about touching your clock with the same hand you move the pieces with because with my absent-mindedness, I didn’t realize, and they allowed me to even have a master who would suggest moves with my playing partners. Over time, I got to know them little by little, and I don’t know why it surprised me that most of them were waiting to leave the country. Those who d
