The victims of my training method were my parents and sister. A few times a week, while studying chess in my bedroom, I blasted music. Sometimes it was music I liked, sometimes music I didn’t like. For a period of many months I blared booming Gyuto monk chants, which drove my sister, Katya, to utter distraction. My family’s little apartment was besieged by my bizarre training concept, and it’s amazing they put up with me. My idea was to become at peace with distraction, whatever it was. During
Training method: ugly music.
