![]() ![]() And as I’m describing my own experiences, I’m fairly confident you can yourself remember having lived similar moments. ![]() I have pushed innumerable Poker chips over a bottle of whisky in Australia, and no day in the rice fields could end without rounds of Koi-Koi in Japan’s countryside. I have spent countless sleepless nights exchanging Tarots hands or refining my projection skills on variants of Belote (France national game) with French friends. I realized that these kinds of social connections over a game have been a reality for most of my life. The game would become an accessory and we’d be focusing on what is the real purpose of these gaming nights: spending time together. Participants would alternate, being respectively commentators or players, emotions would take over, the game often fading in the background as players mechanically throw their tiles on the board. During these evenings, we would talk about the game, of course, teasing each other, shaming a fool-play, or celebrating indecent luck, but not only: these moments would also be a fertile ground to talk to each other, about our lives, connecting with each other, unwinding the day. What is interesting here is that this game has always been more than just a game: it is a central component of our social fabric. Players would take their sit around it with a supply of drinks, chocolates, cookies, and cigarettes at the ready, and we would play game after game until late in the night when everyone is too tired to even push the tiles. Like every night, as dinner was coming to an end, the same old ritual would start to unfold: plates would be removed, the table cleaned, and a box of Rummy tiles would appear on the table. A few weeks ago I was spending few days at my in-laws. ![]()
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