Every time I move a pawn, I feel Petrosian’s gaze suggesting the prophylactic move, just as he did when I was a child.

I watched Tal smile at one of my irrational sacrifices—a flash of madness that set the board on fire.

I am Tigran Kerenskij. I fled the tournament circuit many years ago, but the ghosts of the Grandmasters came with me. What you see on this chessboard is only the tip of the iceberg; the submerged part of me, the true one, is written between the lines of my story. If you have the courage to look behind the move, you will find me there.

📖 My confession (and my secrets): https://www.amazon.it/dp/B0GHT1QMN2

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