Zejtun

There is this town or village in the south of Malta which I had heard of but never really ventured to. I remember people trying to fob me off this village. Now I go twice a week, and I love it. If I could I'd take a sleeping bag with me and stay overnight. But I do not have an extra large sleeping bag, and little people are asleep at night. But I would if I could. Talk about people being colourful, they have it all. Talk about every slang Maltese word in the world, and there you have it too. Talk about the little people who have a flair for art, it's all in there. And talk about the way the people, little or not, talk to me.... they make me feel like the President of the United States. Except that it's not the United States, it's Zejtun. The people inhabiting this place are as colourful as Rio de Janeiro tour brochures. They talk loudly, they swing their hands all over the place, they could be Sicilian. Their little people are amazingly cut out for art, theatre, drama and music. I have yet to find the reason why. I remember the first time I ever set foot there, it was in apprehension. But that didn't last long. I was actually surprised at how these people thought I was so normal. Little people smiled at me, they still do, they still ask me ad nauseum when I'm seeing them. I have made some of the best friends in my life, and all at this village. I have spent some of my happiest moments, also at this village. It is amazing in life, perhaps it is so true, we should never think anything about anyone unless we ourselves have had direct experience. I never banked on being so happy every Wednesday and Friday morning. It's not that I don't like other villages and their people, it's just that Zejtun has become such a special place for me. And all because it's little people, who are so big in all other spheres.

I just hope that it will always be my happy place, filled with all the very special little people. Ok I know I'm as emotive as you can get, but love never ever failed anywhere anyhow.