froginmythroat (FIMT)

There is an interesting social phenomena where I work – the chess club. Every lunch time, after work, and in the weekends, a group of staff gather around a chess board in the car port. The chess board is placed on a desk and the players sit on the desk across from each other. The call of the chess board is heeded by all, from the top to the bottom, from Park Director to the guard (and the guard’s sidekicks – his brothers), as well as ex-staff who have left the project but not Thy Holy Chess Board. The rules are not “International Chess Rules”, at least as the chess playing super-computer Deep Blue would know them, but Khmer chess rules, which I still haven’t managed to work out and so get thoroughly thrashed.