Part 3: Hitchhiking Gozo with growling buses, smashed birdcages and Maltese Punks
March 4th 2010 All I saw was a fleck of white, and then I heard it smash. Then a spot of green bounced in another direction.
The heavy winds outside Valletta had blown a birdcage off a high residential balcony, and, as shattered as his cage, the small canary was struggling to breathe on the cement steps.
The damn thing had almost hit me, missing by only about a meter. The shop on the ground floor of the build
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