Category: Arts
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The Pale Blue Dot
“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero…
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Pastizzi United
Ikla tajba ġewwa Paceville intemmet b’mixja qasira – għad-diġestjoni – madwar it-toroq imxarrbin tal-Belt Internazzjonali ta’ Pace. L-għażla kulinarja kienet waqgħet fuq ikel Ġenoviż, korteżija ta’ Profuma Di… ristorant mill-iprem ġewwa l-ħallata ballata ta’ gosti u kċejjen li bħalu joffru biss bliet wisq iktar kożmopoliti bħal New York, Brussel u Londra. Ħin minnhom bqajt immeraviljat…
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D’Fifties
Living in a country for nigh ten years does not necessarily mean that you know the place. Yes, you may be able to ditch the GPS and drive around the far flung (!) corners of the Mullerthal or the northern reaches of Clervaux as nonchalantly as you would in the backstreets of Attard or Cospicua.…
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Move back
Dedikata lit-tlett mitt ruħ li tilfu ħajjithom qrib Lampedusa, fejn il-Gżira tal-Fniek. “Move back”, serra snienu Idejh imdawra ggranfati ma’ l-istering. Ħsibijietu, bejn it-traffiku infern quddiemu taħt sema’ jnixxi ilmijiet li lanqas Noe ma qatt ra bħalhom, id-dlam li jagħma kesa l-ajru u t-tpaqpiq inċessanti tat-traffiku mat-tpeċlieq reddieni tal-passiġġiera dieħel itambar ġewwa rasu Għajnejh, jilmħu…
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On the shame of being poorly educated
“For over twenty-five centuries we’ve been bearing the weight of superb and heterogeneous civilizations, all from outside, none made by ourselves, none that we could call our own. This violence of landscape, this cruelty of climate, this continual tension in everything, and even these monuments of the past, magnificent yet incomprehensible because not built by…
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Valletta per noi
I only started using the Sliema – Valletta ferry after I had moved to Luxembourg for work. When I still lived in Malta the ferry was something that only tourists did. They had time. They could afford to take in the splendid views of Marsamxett. Not for me the dilly-dallying. My commute to the city…