After thirty years in the land of the maple leaf, John was returning back to his roots, the isle of Calypso. It was a cold January evening as the ‘Malita’ ferry boat cut through the waves across the channel between the two little islands. The sea was relatively calm, the sun was hiding behind the clouds and some seagulls were hovering overhead.
Thirty years! His first visit since he had emigrated at the age of 25. His name was then Ganni. He had worked hard, did not indulge in any luxuries and took great care of his money. As a result he was now a relatively wealthy man. He was still a bachelor. He had dated several girls, had short relations with some others, but he never married. Maybe he was looking for the perfect woman. Maybe he did not thrust these sophisticated and independent Canadian girls. But there was a nice and gentle lady he wanted so much to see in Gozo and for whom he still carried a flame in his heart. She was, in truth, the only one he never forgot throughout his years away from his beloved island. He recalled seeing her the day he left for Canada. He remembered the loving smile on her face. His separation from her was the only thing that made his departure from the island difficult to bear. But it had to be done. There was no other choice. He could see no prospects on the little island and, on the other hand, there were new opportunities of work in the new land.
For thirty whole years he had carried a small photo of her in his wallet. How often had he looked at it with admiration, and how many times had he showed it to his friends with pride? The photo had now become tattered and yellowish with the years but he could still see her lovely smiling face on it. Now, after all those years, John was looking with anticipation to see her once again. The boat was full up with passengers, mostly Gozitans returning home from work. John bought a coffee and two ‘pastizzi’ from the cafeteria on board and sat down on a chair looking through the glass windows eager to get the first glimpse of Gozo. He intended to buy a house in his home town of Nadur and pass his retirement years in peace and quiet. His friends had told him that many returning migrants had proudly named their house for their country of adoption – Uncle Sam, Stars and Stripes, USA, Maple Leaf, Canada, Niagara, Down Under, Waltzing Matilda and so forth. But he had other ideas for the name of his house.
His roving mind took him back to the place he had just left – Canada. The little bungalow not far from the Dundas area where Maltese still met regularly, eating ‘pastizzi’ and ‘qassatat’ bought from the Maltese Bakery Shop. When they met in the afternoons, they still talked about Malta and Gozo, about the patron saints of their towns and villages, about the relatives and neighbours they had left behind.
“May I use this chair?” asked a young man. “Of course, no problem” replied John as he looked at the youth holding a cup of coffee in his hands. “Is the boat always full at this time?” asked John. “Yes. Most Gozitans working in Malta are now returning back home for the weekend” replied the young man. They struck a conversation and John learned much about new developments taking place in Gozo. “Where are you from?” asked the young man. “I was born in Gozo but have lived in Canada these last thirty years. In fact this is my first visit since,” replied John. “Canada?” exclaimed the young man. “It is so far away I would never dream of going there. You see, I am afraid of flying, afraid that the plane would crash!”
“Nonsense,” replied John. “God won’t let you die in a plane crash if He means you to die of some other thing.” The youth looked at the older man in a pensive way and said – “But that’s the rub friend. I won’t know what God has in mind for me!”
As the ferry approached Mgarr harbour both men prepared to go below. They shook hands, wished each other ‘good luck’ and separated. John could see, even from a distance, how his little island had changed. Then as it berthed in port, he took his bags, went through the new terminal, hailed a taxi and went straight to his rented accommodation in Nadur. All the time he noted the widened and smooth tarmaced roads, the roundabouts with multi-coloured flowers and landscaping all around.
He woke up on Saturday morning feeling fine and brisk. He’ll be meeting her today, the lady who was always on his mind during his long absence from Gozo. He went to ‘Piazza San Pietru u San Pawl’, the centre of activity in the town. He phoned a taxi and gave the driver directions. When he arrived at the destination, he paid the taxi-driver and looked around him.
He walked over to the majestic and imposing baroque church, went inside, kept to the left of the colonnades and headed straight towards the area behind the main altar. Even though it was January, he was sweating with anticipation and excitement. And then he saw her – Il-Madonna ta Pinu! The gentle Lady was wrapped in a blue cloak and a silver crown above her head. He went down on his knees and prayed as he had never prayed before – thanking her for keeping him safe all those years he had been away from his beloved island of Gozo.
minn Charles B. Spiteri
In-neguzjanti qed isostnu wkoll li n-numru ta’ servizzi offruti s’issa, jkollhom jonqsu, minħabba l-ispazju limitat li l-Banek se jkollhom fis-supermerkati. Iżda ma’ kull uffiċċju se jkunu stallati wkoll il-makni, biex il-klijenti jkunu jistgħu jħallsu kontijiet, jiddepożitaw jew jiġbdu flushom.
Minn
Damu għarajjes erba’ snin peress li omm Marlene ma ridithiex tiżżewweġ żgħira. Allura stenniet sa ma kellha 21 sena u għamlu d-data. Darba, b’kumbinazzjoni, waqt li Marlene kienet qed tqalleb ġurnal, lemħet avviż ta’ post fil-Furjana, għall-kiri, faċċata tal-Port il-Kbir. Qalet bih lil Joe u mill-ewwel kitbet fl-indirizz li kien hemm.
Iż-żwieġ tagħhom sar il-ġimgħa filgħodu, tas-6 ta’ Jannar, 1967, jum l-Epifanija, li kienet festa kmandata. Sar fil-knisja arċipretali San Publiju, l-Furjana u l-festin kien fil-Lukanda Phoenicia. Kien daqqilhom il-grupp ta’ Vinnie Vella u ibnu Vinnie Jr. kien kantalhom.
Miktuba minn Fiona Vella
Abela Medici poġġieli f’idejja t-tieni volum li għadu kif ħareġ – Maltese Picture Postcards: The Definitive Catalogue (Volume 2: The Divided Backs 1904-1914 (A-G)).
Għalqet is-sena u bdiet oħra. Mingħajr ma rridu nħarsu u niftakru, jew ninsew x’għamilna jew xi xtaqna nwettqu. Insibu li ħarbulna xi ġrajjiet, ħidmiet li ma għamilnihomx is-sena ta’ qabel u ta’ qabel, nixxennqu u nixtiequ u nibqgħu fl-istess ilma.
Fix-xitwa ma kienu jiltaqgħu xejn, iżda qlubhom xorta sabu lill-kupidu li kien iwassal kull messaġġ ta’ mħabba lil xulxin. Dan peress li John kien għadu jattendi l-Kulleġġ San Alwiġi u hemm kien imur ukoll wieħed minn ħut Frida, iżgħar minnha. Kien hu li minn darba għall-oħra kien iwassal l-ittri minn dar għal skola u minn skola għad-dar. Jgħaddu d-disa’ xhur tax-xitwa u l-qlub safjin ta’ John u Frida, jerġgħu jitħeġġu għal xulxin hekk kif iż-żewġ familji jħejju biex jitilgħu fil-villeġġatura. Iżda l-ħruġ weħidhom ma kien permess qatt.
Iżżewġu fid-19 ta’ Mejju, 1957, fil-parroċċa Kristu Re. Żewwiġhom il-Kappillan, Mons Francesco Xuereb, li kien jaf lill-ġenituri ta’ Frida mindu kienu għadhom tfal. Wara ż-żwieġ kellhom jistenniehom riċeviment mill-aqwa, fil-ballroom tal-Lukanda Phoenicia, il-Furjana.
Mitlubin jgħaddu parir lill-għarajjes żgħażagħ, Frida hi tal-fehma li għandhom ikollhom tħejjija soda, inkella ma jersqux lejn żwieġ. It-tieni; meta jkunu fuq l-artal u jaħilfu mħabbithom lil xulxin għal dejjem, iridu jiftakru li fosthom hemm Alla għal dejjem. Jekk f’kull mument ta’ ħajjithom ma jgorrux lil Alla magħhom, iż-żwieġ ikun impossibbli jirnexxi. Bil-ħila tagħna m’aħna kapaċi nagħmlu xejn. Nimxu biss, bil-ħila ta’ Alla. Barra minn hekk nippruvaw nevitaw dan id-diżastru li għandna bħalissa, fl-ilbies; fit-televiżjoni, li m’hu jagħti ebda tagħlim tajjeb għall-erwieħ tat-tfal.
Aħna rridu nibqgħu hawn. Ma rridux ninqalgħu ukoll jekk għemilna bla ħsieb iqarribna lejn il-mewt. Aħna bħal vapur irridu l-ankra biex insorġu, nieqfu, inkunu marbutin għax nafu li rridu nparpru. Għalhekk inħallu tifkiriet.
Riċentement, bħala rikonoxxenza għal numru ta’ artikli li ktibt fit-Torċa dwar iċ-Ċina, iċ-Ċentru Kulturali taċ-Ċina f’Malta rrakkommanda lill-Ministeru Kulturali f’Beijing sabiex jistedinni nżur lil pajjiżhom. U f’ħin bla waqt, sibt ruħi naqta’ xewqa kbira li kelli li nara liċ-Ċina u li nsir naf aħjar lil niesha.
Il-Belt Ipprojbita kienet tintuża bħala l-Palazz Irjali minn fejn l-imperaturi kienu jamministraw il-pajjiż u wkoll jgħixu flimkien mal-familji tagħhom fi żmien id-Dinastiji Ming u Qing. Infatti, għal madwar 500 sena, hija serviet bħala r-residenza ta’ 24 imperatur sakemm finalment Aisin Gioro Puyi, l-aħħar imperatur tad-Dinastija Qing, abdika fl-1911.
Matul is-snin, partijiet mill-Belt Ipprojbita ġew restawrati jew mibnija mill-ġdid iżda t-tqassim oriġinali tagħha dejjem inżamm. Fil-fatt, l-istrutturi tagħha nbnew b’mod ordnat fuq ass ċentrali li jaqsam bejn il-parti tat-tramuntana u dik tan-nofsinhar. Dawn il-partijiet jirriflettu il-filosofija tradizzjonali tal-yin u l-yang u tal-Ħames Elementi filwaqt li jindikaw ukoll il-ġerarkija fewdali.
Fuq in-naħa ta’ wara tagħha, din il-belt tinkludi wkoll il-Ġnien Imperjali li fih kienu jistrieħu l-Imperatur u l-familja tiegħu flimkien mal-konkubini.