I dreamt I saw Mark Antony and he had this to say:

“O Malta, Malta, why do you lie so low? Are all your glories, your beliefs and culture shrunk to this little measure?” And, then, he quickly disappeared.

But he left me wondering. I was saddened by the thought that these strange greetings surface the fear that the remarkable goings-on currently on this Fair Isle are now also taking a European dimension. As we all know, the national image is not merely important but vital for our prosperity.

Hopefully, we are not beyond prayer and, with endeavour, we can still pick up the pieces. Malta deserves no less.