The Chess Game by Mongolita
Do you play chess? Do you remember when you learned to play? I do. I was about fifteen, living with my parents and my sisters sharing the same room in the Hotel Rich. The hotel was well-known by Chilean refugees in Buenos Aires. The accomodation and food was provided by the Hotel and the U.N paid the costs. The Hotelier, Pipi provided food for us, but as most businessmen he cut corners to make more profit in the food and cleanliness. When I think about it now, the food was so bad I wouldn't even feed my dog that food. Those three long years; that period of our lives I wouldn't call it living, I'd call it existing, we felt we were in an Abyss. Time went slowly back then, no schooling for my sisters or me and my parents weren't allowed to work. We received from the UN, a monthly stipend as a family to spend it on essentials such as clothes and toiletries. Mum kept control of the money we received, and on the odd...

Berni done a fantastic job for beating The Written Word Group, Open Mic night drum. A big bonus was her story about the Lady On The Beach. Mondays on Breeze FM is place to hear more stories from The Written Word Collection.
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