Harmonics from under the stairs

PL from Bremen, Germany says cheese in Balluta Bay:

I sat in a park (Baluta Bay) near the sea for a while, reading, when I met a Libyan taxi driver who came to Malta to learn English (not always the best choice, but not bad either). We struck up a conversation and for his 2 months of studying his English was great. He leaves for home tomorrow, to his 4 brothers and 3 sisters. It’s strange here, many Maltese (not most, but many) have a brain-dead racism ingrained into whatever lump of tissue they use for what can be considered thought. It’s one of the things that will go through a painful change, for everyone, here in the near future...