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Showing posts with label everywhere. Show all posts

Friday, 10 October 2014

love has now become more like a plague.

It is a new rage here in Malta.  People in love, buy locks put their names or initials and paddock them to structures.  Perhaps, in an age of transitory relationships such locks symbolise a statement of solidity.  Tattoos are a more visual demonstration of affection and harder to eradicate than marriage in some ways.  How many Daves have tattooed ‘I love Mary’ on their chest only to find years later, they cannot stand Mary and would laser her off the planet as they do their unwanted tattoo.  As, I wander around the rusting love tokens in Malta it is plausible that some would now, with the benefit of hindsight, like to take a chainsaw to remove all evidence of their past liaison.  However, there is something sweet about the desire to so visibly proclaim ones love.  It is after all a beautiful spot to visit.



How better to cement a romantic walk than with a lock and physical statement of your closeness. 

Once you return home from holiday you will be able to imagine your token here forever.  Rusted but strong despite the elements.



While rain pours down in northern climes you can picture your lock on the beautiful coastline beside a statue proclaiming LOVE in capitals.  What is more appropriate?



The desire has spread along the coast to one of the loveliest places with a clear view of the medieval city Valetta across the harbour.  In fact, what began as an innocent declaration of love has now become more like a plague.

Official signs warn that such tokens will be removed if they are placed on the sides.  All to no avail.  Lovers fear no such restrictions.  Having bought their lock in suitably thick metal they search for a noble location to claim.  Buying a small lock obviously denotes meanness or a lack of devotion, so the right love token is critical.  Some proclaim full names of both parties, as if in a wedding certificate, other prefer initials, keeping things semi-secret but also half proclaimed. 




In this copycat world once a trend is begun it develops a life of its own.  Officialdom has learned to play a cautious game.  


Too 'Big Brother' in tone creates a reaction that is worse than the first gambit.  Better by far to accommodate the madness and let it blow it’s self out.  Already, placing a lock amidst the hundreds of others has begun to appear just a little pointless.  


Are the couple not just one of many, all with the same dumb idea?  Another depressing thought is how many times have one or more of the partners already placed a lock with an alternative named partner?  Isn’t a lock much cheaper than a bunch of flowers, meal out or even a card?  Then, there is the worrying notion that a ball and chain have long been associated with an unhappy pairing.  Locks and chains have long been bedfellows, who knows what inner symbolism is being conveyed?  It is frightening to confirm the practice is worldwide and spreading faster than an infectious disease.


Prague



Poland



Germany


 Sigh....I will say no more!

Friday, 22 February 2013

Lost in the Trees but grateful




I went to a talk on trees here in Malta this week.  It was interesting to hear and learn about what is happening here and to listen to people from Malta passionate about protecting their environment.  Inspiring to be surrounded by those who really care in a world where it seems so many don’t have time to.  Not, that the rest don’t care, it is just that everyone seems to have more than enough on their own plate as it is.  So I was delighted,  that the room was packed with over a hundred, all there to make their feelings for their environment clear. It was with reluctance I left, slightly early, to make my way home by bus.  Proceeded in the dark, to catch the wrong bus heading not to Sliema and home, but in exactly the opposite direction.    So after a 45-minute bus journey (it always amazes me that on a small island,  picture a square with a side of 12 km, journeys can last so long) the bus came to a halt in the darkness of an isolated village.  The bus driver turned the engine off and then turned to me in the empty bus and said in an exasperated tone,

“Where exactly do you want to go?”

I told him where I wanted to go and he told me that I was an hour from where I should be.  Despair must have filled my face because he was suddenly anxious to help.  I asked if there were taxis anywhere around and was even more disturbed to find that there were none at all.  This was a pickle, indeed. 

He started the engine of the empty bus and told me that he would take me to Rabat and there might be taxis available there.  I was shocked that he would go out of his way, bus and all to take me closer to home.  He dropped me off and I was able to catch another bus homewards.  By this stage, it was dark and the only other person on the bus was a Canadian woman.  We started talking and she turned out to be a financial advisor and photographer from Canada who works from her computer here in Malta for a firm abroad.  A lovely person and we exchanged mobile numbers before we parted.  As I waited for the final bus home another young Maltese teenager told me she was studying for her final exams, she wanted to be a chef.  It was sweet hearing her discuss her plans to have her own restaurant one day.  It is impressive how hopeful young people are and how passionate about their futures.  When you reach my age, finding the right bus home is enough of a major challenge for the day! 

But as I staggered up to my flat exhausted and falling asleep from the long day at work, I was suddenly grateful for it all.  Grateful for the many who came to the Tree meeting, thankful to the benevolent bus driver, happy to meet such warm and likable travellers on a cold lost night and aware that every moment of life is special.  Even the absolutely exhausting ones.