Us Maltese
Rachel Borg is an independent columnist based in the tourism industry hen you come to think of it, the Maltese people are a stubborn, sturdy and funny bunch. One the one hand our tempers can fly easily and on the other we lie like lions in the sun whilst the world falls around us.
We are knocked about, talked about and forgotten about. We drive on the left but mainly use the middle of the road. We are friends with many but trust few. Our family binds us, shapes us and frustrates us. Church on Sunday but would rather be on the beach slugging mojitos. Weddings, festi, fireworks and an early start to the weekend, shut-down and Summer holidays. Football, waterpolo, beach and BBQ under a full moon.
Into the middle of this cultural reverie, out of the blue and into the deep, comes an early election. After an initial grumble about how it will affect several of the above-mentioned happenings, we enter into the fray with gusto on all sides. The pent-up energy from those days stuck at the desk suddenly finds release and everyone is rearing to go.
All the observations we had made but let pass us by are now re-focused by this election fever and begin to take on a body of thought and analysis. We are bombarded on social media, print and this time round, quite a significant amount of foreign coverage of events or issues. Suddenly our name is all over the place, Malta. Malta in the Mediterranean sea, Malta and