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Why the trees disappeared from Sacred Island of Malta...




Yes, folks. Malta was full of trees. It is reported in history books by many travelers that heralded to our shores, some willingly, like Al Himyari (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harbi_al-Himyari), others accidentally, like St. Paul, the bearded chap in robes, you remember him? They all reported on how green the island was, covered with woods, and inhabited by a relentless humanoid species, which our patron saint aptly referred to as Barbarians (grazzi ta Sur San Pawl, ey!).

In the year 6,250BC, in Bir Lonzu, limits of where today we have Bubaqra, at the time when there was a temple construction boom (yes, it started much earlier...), Dudu and Duda, with their little boy Dudinu, started cutting trees, more and more...

Until there were NONE left... or almost...

Dudinu grew and formed the Malta Logging Company, that boomed for some time but went in liquidation, centuries later as the last Balluta tree fell over Sciberras Hill, in circa 1530AD. And do you want to know the latest? Why was there another power cut today?



And why did we have a POWER CUT today?

I am sure it was the blizzard! Or was it an alien mother ship that beamed x-rays at the solar powered Marsa station? Or was it the newly set up wind turbines in Delimara, they got clogged with bird droppings? Or...was it the solar panels on top of all public buildings, they got darkened with soil-filled rain....Hmmm let me see...It must be an energy saving initiative...Yeah. It makes sense. In Berlin this week 1 minute black-out made the headlines...






Malta, dear Malta. You deserve MUCH better...

Ray de Bono



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