A Cuban stamp shows a man with a mustache, sitting in front of a chessboard, with a meditative and thoughtful gesture. In front, his contender showed a gesture, a decided but carefree gesture.
That container that was preparing to move the piece, had legs stretched out, but could not touch the floor. And it was normal that he did not reach the floor: that player was barely four years old and was already a figure in the science game.
That child had started in chess so almost accidental chess, without anyone explaining it.
The boy used to see his father play with his friends, and one day he warned him about a wrong move. To everyone's amazement, the boy was absolutely right.
His name was José Raúl Capablanca and a little later, when he was twelve years old, he won the Cuban National Championship. Then his talent led him to travel across Europe and the US, to demolish with technical and deep chess.
In 1921, the Cuban José Raúl Capablanca won the world chess championship. It was the first time that Latin Americans had a champion in the art of intelligence.
It is clear that José Raúl Capablanca will remain, for many more years, our only champion in the only beautiful war that the human being has invented.
In the war of chess, in that wonderful invention where it dies and resuscitates more intelligent and determined.
