The free day
proved to be a very enjoyable one- it was the last sunny day on the island…
Visited two castles, bought some souvenirs, took a lot of photos and also had some
time to think about what was going wrong and how to make things get better in
the second half of the tournament.
As a small
incursion into the story- I really like travelling, no matter of the means of
transport, airplane, train, bus- as long as I have a cozy sit by the window and
some headphones, I really don’t mind. During these trips I usually get a lot of
ideas, some of them later coming to life here…
I felt like
giving this explanation because for the most of the ‘serious’ chess players, a
rest day spent on buses from a town to another and from a castle to another is
just a big waste of valuable energy. It was not the case for me… I came back to
Douglas with a big dose of inspiration and an even bigger appetite (for both
chess & food)! So, a dinner with some teammates and friends came very
handy. When the waiter asked for our orders I couldn’t resist the temptation of
ordering duck, not well cooked- rare! A teammate asked if I was sure, suggesting
I’d take it medium, but no- I wasn’t ‘chicken’ anymore, I was in mood for some
blood!
Went to
bed in good spirits, looking forward to my next day’s game with white.
Sitting at
the board confidently I knew it was just the right time to improve my
tournament’s position. Went all in and got winning chances quite quickly,
but- ‘chicken’ or ‘duck’- it just wasn’t meant to be… Sacrificed a piece incorrectly,
played on for like 4 hours, but just to resign at the end… My opponent shook my
hand giving me an almost guilty smile. I turned tomato red, felt some tears
coming to my eyes, but quickly remembered I was not 10, not even 20 anymore,
pulled myself together and smiled back, gathering my belongings from the table
one by one… Chocolate, nuts, juice, cola and a heavy sigh…
The evening
wasn’t the nicest one- my roommate lost as well and even the jokes we tried to
pull off were not triggering even a smile… The toughest was the feeling that
everyone felt sorry for you. But as a friend told me- I am vaccinated- after
last Olympiad's 5 losses in a row, it is very difficult to take me down, I have
learned to draw my energy from despair, though it’s definitely not a skill I’d
like to use too often…
Four more
games. While the ‘mating’ hope never dies, I decided to put on the ugliest dress
for the next round- in a sign of protest- against the winning manly smiles and
the forced ambitions adjustments…
A woman in a
state of despair is a dangerous thing, even in chess… Won two games in a row,
felt a shy flame of hope again…
The first
castle we visited on the free day was one mostly used as a prison and as a place
of torture. Well, my play in the Grand Swiss can be described also as a "prisoner’s" one- when I’d just see a ship out of my cell’s window, a black flag would be
risen…
Another 2
losses followed- the last two… in that tournament… this year…
It was time
to go back to my cell, until I’d see another ship which would maybe set me free or maybe
not…
