Life in Malta now and throughout history has always been rather more relaxed than in most of the world. The idea of being disruptive, of fighting convention, is strangely lacking. Even in 1968, when youths all over the world were rebelling, here all was quiet, all went on as normal. The fire of youth and of most of us to fight what is intrinsically wrong is rarely demonstrated. We love our life just as it is, even if change should be fought for. Shouldn’t all local creatives be more strident in their attitude to the local situation? There are, let’s definitely grant them this, a few good men and women who create art which is glorious, even if terribly sad, because it points out not what is twee and sweet but what is dark, wrong, rotten.