This chair nearly killed me, when I stayed in Cambridge for a while. I was planning to sit down. I was planning to drink a beer and watch a movie. I had moved the chair close to my bed... But the Chair from Hell had decided to move another place, and I fell backwards on the steel bed-frame, and my back hurt so badly! To put it in perspective: The pain was manifold the one I experienced when I fell from a cliff hanging by a thin steel wire (which luckily had twisted itself around my arm). I fell on the floor, but couldn’t scream, since it was late in the night, and the ambitious Cambridge students had to sleep before a long day of reading and strange college rituals. So I had to lay on the floor, wondering if the world was ever going to be the same, and then had to control the volume of my laughter.