I will follow you, I will follow you... my statue!

Dear Readers,
Hope you're all making the best out of St. Paul's shipwreck...

Unfortunately, we couldn't quite enjoy it. You know, semester 1 ended a while ago, but the assignments that came with it are still menacingly looking at us from that To-Do list. You see, had the UoM decided to give its students a day off yesterday - after weeks of exams - we could've enjoyed today's holiday.

Anywho, you're also quite familiar with our love for procrastination. And we couldn't not indulge in it... not least when today should've been The Day to do it. So at one point we switched the TV on and tuned in on a Maltese channel - the best for amusement and a good laugh.

Well, guess what we had to endure?
No, wrong. It wasn't the funny girl pouting all the time to read (or massacre) the news. (It would've been better!)

Instead we had many Maltese walking behind a statue.

Then, at one point, in the church, the people all started crying their heart out and singing. If there weren't the statue there, you would've thought they are the survivors of some horrendous tragedy. You would've thought a beloved relative had just passed away. Or that the cat had just eaten their birdie.

Then the camera focused a bit more on St. Paul's statue ...yes, the statue. And it sort of hits you.

You see, were these people to show such compassion when, say, crucified cats and dogs are found... Or were they to be as passionate about their jobs as much as they are about the statues, these blessed islands would be in such a better situation.

Ah, the Maltese, so ready to venerate a statue... yet so reluctant to respect thy neighbour.