The story of chess has been with me practically from day zero. Since my father loved the game, it was a big part of my growing up. By the time I was 4 years old, I had already heard the origin stories and legends of chess. The journey from sixth-century India, through the Arab world and North Africa, to Europe and the world. At that time, I’d already been playing chess for two years. At least that’s what my father said. But mysteriously, Robert Fischer, who became world champion in 1972, six years before I started on breast milk, was born on the same day and hour as my sister – 2 PM on 9th March. Probably nothing.