Malta: VI

i The guys in the waiting staff talk in Maltese.  I don’t understand it, a heady of blend of Roman and Arabic syllables.  They do speak the universal language of getting things done.  One of them opens my bottle of Cisk with the back end of a heavy spoon.  I can appreciate this kind ofContinue reading “Malta: VI”

The World We Live In

From The Guardian: “The sheer size of the cash pile sitting out of reach of tax authorities is so great that it suggests standard measures of inequality radically underestimate the true gap between rich and poor. According to Henry’s* calculations, £6.3tn of assets is owned by only 92,000 people, or 0.001% of the world’s population –Continue reading “The World We Live In”

Malta: Pictoral Aside

“Talk to me/ Like lovers do.  Walk with me: like lovers do” Thinking: the lyrics don’t make sense unless she’s asking for a special kind of talking, and walking.  That ‘lovers’ do. “Let’s hope the boats don’t capsize.” – someone says this as we clamber abord the Maltese row boats. “We hate clubbing.  We haveContinue reading “Malta: Pictoral Aside”

Malta: II

The island of Malta rises like a deluxe paving stone from the water, south of the Tyrrhenian Sea.  More southern even than Sicily and North of Africa’s Europe-facing coast, it is hot.  The air is alternately dry and humid, waves of wet and dry heat confusing the senses.  We arrive at around three.  The brotherContinue reading “Malta: II”