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AFTER TRAVELLING THROUGH THE BALKANS, MALTA WAS THE FINAL STOP ON MY TRIP IN THE EARLY WINTER OF 2024. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A HOMECOMING, HAVING NOT BEEN SINCE LIVING THERE FROM 1989-1992.
I WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET WITH A FRIEND, WHO CANCELLED THE TRIP LAST-MINUTE, AND MY OVERALL IMPRESSION OF MALTA WAS WHOLLY A DISAPPOINTMENT. I WASN'T ABLE TO GET ACCESS TO MY OLD HOUSE,
NOR THE SCHOOL I ATTENDED AND WAS PATRONIZED AND SCOLDED BY STAFF WHO LOOKED AT ME WITH DISTRUST. THOUGH THE TOWN WHERE I LIVED, LIJA, FELT RELATIVELY UNCHANGED AND BROUGHT BACK WARM MEMORIES,
THE COUNTRY AS A WHOLE HAD AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT FEEL TO IT. THE ONE SAVING GRACE, OTHER THAN THE DELICIOUS PIZZA, WAS BEING ABLE TO MEET WITH ONE OF MY OLD CLASSMATES FROM
THIRTY YEARS AGO. EVERYTHING CHANGES, AND TIME WAITS FOR NO-ONE.
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© 2026 Brian Lange.
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