It seems that Mepa has started to dig another grave; this time it is the turn of our beloved Balluta Square in St Julian's.

I was born a stone's throw away from the square, I was brought up in the neighbourhood. I hardly ever missed my daily almond ruġġata on a hot summer's day at the old timber kiosk. I cannot believe that all these lovely childhood memories will disappear.

My late mother, Maria Borg, who used to manage the Green Store at Bay Street (also gone) used to spend every summer night sitting on a bench in Balluta Square. It was her only recreation. Balluta Square might not have a chance with Mepa, but my memories of my dear mother enjoying the summer breeze sitting on the bench will never fade away.