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Cross Rower – where does the name come from?

It took me some time before I came up with the name Cross Rower for my Atlantic Ocean row, and in reality the reasons are very simple.

Both my native and adoptive countries (Malta and Switzerland) have a cross as their symbol. The Maltese eight-pointed cross is a world-famous symbol that is recognizable everywhere. I always had a certain liking for this cross, to be honest, so am very happy to be associated with it.

The Swiss flag, with a white cross on a red background, is also universally known. I also have a strong connection with this country and therefore I felt that I had to have something related to the country in the name I use for the crossing.

Apart from that, I’ll be rowing across the Atlantic Ocean – the connection can’t be more obvious than that.

I was asked about whether the cross is also a religious symbol, and the answer is no. Personally, I live by Christian values – generosity, respect, love, peace, charity – because I believe it’s the right thing to do not because there is any post-death reward (I don’t believe in heaven nor hell, nor any higher being). Just to clarify, I have no issue with people who have faith – it’s just that I don’t.

Finally, the Cross Rower emblem was created using the blade of an oar as a background. The blade is made to resemble a face with the eyes taking the form of a Rannoch 45 boat – the same which I’ll be on during my crossing.

For more information on the row, visit www.crossrower.ch

Cuti may have left the building, but his legacy lives on

With us every step of the way: (from left) Martina Chetcuti, Hospice PR Manager James Davis, Michelle Chetcuti, and Marianne Chetcuti

My brother Michael must have made quite an impression during his 51 years on earth. An understatement maybe, but I am biased.

When Marianne, his widow, myself and others set out to remember the first anniversary of his passing, we all agreed that this was something we wanted to celebrate. We didn’t want to huddle in a corner and cry. God knows I’ve done enough of that.

His anniversary, 24 February, coincided with the Malta Marathon, so it seemed like an obvious plan to gather family and friends to run (and support) together in his honour. We created t-shirts, designed by Michael’s daughter Michelle, and printed them. I thought we had too many, which was fine as I run a lot and could do with some spares. I also hoped we’d manage to collect a few hundred euros for the Hospice, the agency which so helped Cuti (and us) when he was in the final months and days of his life. I guessed the large amount of people at the marathon would remember my brother and we could get them to help the Hospice.

Then, the marathon was cancelled.

Turns out, it didn’t really matter.

For starters, the t-shirts were all gone. All of them. I had to fight to get one for a friend (who didn’t know Michael and still donated €50). I was taken aback – that was quite a sum from a person who didn’t even know my brother.

“I saw your post and wanted to offer my support,” he told me. I walked back home a little bit shell-shocked and a bit amazed at how my brother had managed to have such an effect on people. Because it is not about us posting stuff on social media, but rather what Michael did when he was alive.

It also turns out that my hope to collect ‘a few hundred euros’ was also incorrect, by a hell of a lot. At the end, we collected a staggering €2,500. Seriously amazing. Money came from family, friends, mothers of his daughters’ friends, Michael’s former work mates, people who he didn’t even know, acquaintances, and so many more.

Michael’s family, Marianne and their daughters Martina and Michelle, handed the money over to Hospice a week or so later (see picture of them handing the money to the Hospice PR manager James Davies).

By the way, in the end, I ran the marathon – admittedly, it was on the wrong day and in the wrong country. It’s my small gesture of gratitude to all of you who helped.

Nearly five hours later, I completed the required 42.195km in Switzerland a week after the 24 February. Only then did I wear the medal (with pride)

The Hospice Malta

Our charity of choice was the Hospice. They helped Michael in his last months, and gave our family superb support.

I really didn’t know what they did, and had no idea what palliative care was (I had to googled it when my sister-in-law mentioned it to me).

The money we collected will help some other family who are inevitable going through what we went through a year or so ago. I can imagine many of you went through the same experience – it’s not nice, and organisations like Hospice are simply amazing.

The incredible amount collected is, I believe, the result of the life Michael lived, one in which he touched so many people in so many ways. It is by your actions that you have made him live even stronger in our hearts and for that, and on his behalf, we humbly say ‘thank you’.

Cuti may have left the building, but his legacy lives on.

The Hospice always needs help. Visit their website – https://hospicemalta.org/ – and help out if you can. If you don’t live in Malta, donate to the Hospice or similar organization in your country. A small gesture can go very far.

Fuelling discontent

I can’t understand why the government in Malta doesn’t allow petrol station owners to sell fuel at whatever price they want. It’s a simple free market policy. Stations purchase fuel at a price and sell it with the aim of making a profit.

All across Europe, the price of petrol and diesel have been plummeting – but not on the Rock where a measly price reduction was announced recently and motorists are not enjoying the benefits of lower oil prices. Needless to say, prices increase without delay when oil prices go through the roof.

It’s a simple formula, really: Petrol stations in prominent areas and other which have invested heavily in their business can and should charge higher prices because they have higher overheads, while others in villages or off the beaten track could charge less and thereby attract more clients. This is what competition is all about – if you think Station A charges too much, go to Station B down the road. When A sees all his (her?) clients going to B, he will drop his prices, too.

It is ridiculous that the government does not realise this, and their press conferences organized to announce petty price decreases is risible.

The Opposition should not revel in the government’s troubles – they are equally responsible. Successive Nationalist (PN) governments over a 25-year period did nothing to change the situation. And the PN is supposedly a centre-right party which believes in the free market and all that.

In the meantime, Maltese motorists continue paying through their teeth to get from A to B, and a considerable part of this ‘investment’ is wasted waiting in the never-ending traffic jams. No wonder people are getting annoyed, for want of a better adjective.

A competition we can win

Watching England take apart San Marino in the Euro 2016 qualifier was not fun, so much so that I switched to the Swiss play against Slovenia. The Swiss played better, but unfortunately lost. At least the game was fun to watch.

Despite supporting England, it was painful to see how easy it was to win the ball (I only watched the second half). If they had played in the same way against a top team, the outcome would have been very different from the 5-0 score line against San Marino.

Admittedly, small teams have been getting better recently, but they are still miles away from anything that can be considered decent, even because many play semi-professional football and hold regular jobs. Whenever one of the small teams manages a win, or even a draw, it makes the headlines. It’s like arbitrarily getting a team from the bottom division and making them play top flight football – the outcome is obvious.

The recent entry of Gibraltar in the footballing fray has made the situation worse – Poland demolished them 7-0, and I guess their for/against tally won’t be pleasant reading for the Rock at the end of this campaign.

So here’s what I think should be done; get all the minnows – San Marino, Lichtenstein, Luxembourg, Faroe Islands, Gibraltar, Andorra and yes, Malta (do you remember the 1-12 result against Spain? And we also lost to Gibraltar in a friendly and lost 3-0 at home to Norway yesterday) – and place them in a pre-qualification group. The winner will then be allowed to compete in the actual qualifying games for big competitions.

In this way, we avoid the silly score lines for starters. Secondly, these nations will (hopefully) put more money into the game in a bid to get into the qualifying stages. Thirdly, people from these nations – me included – will watch their nation play in a competition they CAN actually win. Imagine that…

 

Let the Lions roar (and the Swiss yodle)

We all know what’s going to happen because the same thing happens every four years. The footballing bigs progress to the latter stages and the rest are there just to make up the numbers. There will be, as usual, one or two teams that break the mould – it’s just a matter of seeing who it’ll be this time.

I guess Brazil start as favourites, but I don’t believe they will win it – the pressure to perform may result in a surprise or two. And anyway, as a relatively inferior Italy showed in 1982, you can beat Brazil if you use the right tactics.

With my unwavering support for England pretty much intact, despite many years of hurt, I am confident that we will progress to the quarters, maybe even semis. I’m not overly keen on Hodgson, but there have been worse. Actually, I think Hodgson is the best manager since Robson in 1990. The only problem is that we don’t have a real Gazza in the squad.

And maybe that’s a good thing – it’s potentially dangerous to pin your hopes on one player. And if you’re thinking of Rooney, he hasn’t impressed me much lately. England’s first game is against Italy – that’s tantamount the Final for us Maltese. I’m quietly confident will make it.

So who will win the World Cup 2014? I think there are four candidates who have a realistic chance – if Brazil manage to drag themselves to the final, they will win it. Otherwise, it’ll be either Germany, Argentina or Spain. The teams with an outside chance are Portugal, England, Uruguay, Italy, France and Holland. And note that three of these teams are in the same group…

If they stop being scared of their own shadow, Switzerland can also make some good headway. And the more difficult the team, the better. They beat the likes of Spain but then draw against Malta and lose to Luxembourg. Doesn’t make sense…

One thing is for sure – the Three Lions will be roaring in my house (with a couple of heart beats reserved for the Swiss). Go ENGLAND! Hop Schweiiiiz!

 

 

All immigrants out – now!

Imagine the scenario just for a minute: a group of 5,000 immigrants from Scandinavia, mainly female, blonde, in the early to mid 20s and extremely good looking land on Malta’s shores.

They claim refugee status and stay here (shock, horror). Some even have the audacity of looking for employment, taking the jobs of diligent Maltese workers. Unbelievably, they even walk the streets among us. Horrendous, I say. Out with them all, now!

I mean, certainly we should send them back home. We can’t sustain them, can we? And nobody from the  EU is helping us. Groan, moan…

Now if that were true, and the pesky Scandinavians did ‘invade’ Malta, just how many people do you think would ask for push back? How many Facebook groups will pop up and insist that “we are not anti-immigrant but pro-Maltese” so out with the lot of them? How many petitions would be launched to stop the “invasion”?

There is a big difference between seeing a young, pretty Scandinavia (or Swiss, German, French, American…) woman walking down the street as opposed to a black male from Somalia. It’s about nothing else but racism. That’s the truth today, and the people who want immigrants out just try to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes – maybe even their own – by claiming they are not against these people or their colour, but were concerned about other things – whatever these may be. They qualify statements by saying ‘I’m not a racist, but…’ to justify what can only be described as blatant racism.

True, there are a number of financial migrants, but there are also a considerable number of people who are escaping untold horrors (by which I mean something more serious than not having a good internet connection). Really, do you think they would risk life and limb if they weren’t escaping from something bad?

One might argue that they entered the country illegally. Granted, they broke the law. If I felt my kids were in danger, I would break every law in the land to get them to safety. Wouldn’t you?

I myself am an immigrant – legal, but nonetheless an immigrant. It’s not easy leaving home. I may have been (far) luckier than the immigrant which reached our shores because I had support.

Having said that, the political spin by a main political party here in Switzerland depicts all foreigners (a bad word for some here) as the black sheep (I think they intended the pun) who should be kicked out.

That has consequences, with a number of people (few, thankfully) who treat you as scum because you are a foreigner. Most others don’t – you find respect and tolerance. And by the way, more than one in five here are foreign. Politicians have an important role to play as their words could have profound impact – and this goes for everyone, government and opposition.

It is sad to see that in Malta, some (many?) people are calling for these people to be thrown back to sea and even sadder to see others trying to make political capital out of it. So much for a Christian country. I’m bloody ashamed!

Knowing me, knowing you

I find it incredible that after 10 years living in my little village, I know nearly nobody. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, really, but it still hit me like a ton of bricks just the other day.

We went to a village event and when I walked in the hall, I looked around and saw a sea of faces I didn’t recognise, save a handful who could easily be counted on one hand (with a few fingers to spare).

Admittedly, I haven’t made much of an effort over the past few years. One reason is that I found, in the first years here, it was very hard to really fit in with a group that has been slowly and patiently forming over many years and generations. It was like flogging a dead horse.

Integration is not that simple when people insist you speak their language (sic) but then laugh at your pronunciation, pretend they don’t understand or look at you as if you killed their cat. It’s the same folk who return your Grüezi (traditionally, in Swiss villages, you use this greeting in the street, even to people you don’t know) with blank stares or just ignore you outright, but then berate you (privately, of course, but it’s a village so word travels fast) when you don’t say Grüezi. Really, I’m not kidding.

It’s not like that everywhere in Switzerland, and to paint the entire population with the same brush would be unfair.

It would be tantamount to calling all Maltese xenophobes because of the few (but growing number of) people who object to the presence of immigrants on the Rock.

It would be good if these people – generally middle class white folk like me who are not normally targetted – are on the receiving end for once. They’d learn a hell of a lot from the experience.

Opening ceremony? No thanks, I’d rather have coffee

Call me a spoilsport, but I didn’t really enjoy the London 2012 opening ceremony. Admittedly, I’m not a keen fan of opening ceremonies – I think the money is better spent elsewhere. But the truth is that it didn’t appeal to me.

Don’t get me wrong – the event was not boring for me because it was in any way mis-choreographed (at least the parts I saw). The whole set up was spectacular. There were a number of great parts, such as the forming of the five interlocking Olympic rings and the lighting of the flame. The latter was especially significant because of who lit the flame: not David Beckham as I had hoped but seven promising athletes – even better!

I’m sorry, but I got bored reasonably quickly and I just waited patiently to see the Maltese contingent walk in with the flag for my very own brief moment of pride.

And pride, in a sense, is what it was all about. The only thing is that it was the pride of anyone British or related in some way to Great Britain. If you were in neither of these two groups, it didn’t really work. Well, it didn’t for me.

It’s like watching The Malta Experience – a slide show depicting 7,000 years of Maltese history in 45 minutes or thereabouts. I got a sense of pride whenever I used to watch it. Non-Maltese just learnt about our history – period.  

If I understood the London 2012 opening ceremony correctly, it was also meant to be a historical re-enactment, with a pinch of salt – hence the inclusion of characters like Rowan Atkinson and the Queen jumping out of a helicopter (sic). And thank God – or the British – for that sense of humour. Which other head of state would so readily be willing to do what the British Queen did?

If I were British, I would be very proud of what the island nation achieved. And the comments on Facebook were testament to that. But I’m not.

I guess it’s comparable to tea – the British appreciate it in a way few do. While tea is great, I’d go for coffee any day.

Health warning: religious and political posts on FB

I guess everyone has a right to upload whatever they want onto social media platforms, say what they like and try to convert people to their thinking. I probably do the same. But we also have the right to not listen. My biggest qualms concern two main issues, religion and politics.

Take religious posts on Facebook. Honestly, it sometimes borders on the ridiculous. Quite frankly, I don’t think that if I ‘continue to scroll down’, it means that I ‘love the devil’ and by definition (and because I didn’t press ‘Like’, I don’t love God. Is that what people really believe makes a Christian?

There are some religious posts which made sense, like the one that said: ‘God love a kind atheist more than a nasty Christian’ or something to that effect. It says it all, really. Live your ‘real’ life as a Christian – pressing ‘Like’ on a social platform doesn’t get you brownie points to go to heaven – if you really believe heaven exists. I don’t, to be honest. If it does, it must be terribly overcrowded by now and I’m not even sure I want to go there (can you imagine the bathroom queues?).

It’s funny how people are kind and nice to others only to go to heaven – that’s probably the most egoistic thing one can do. But enough of that…

Politics now. Ah, the fun. I think political posts should only be allowed by politicians – it’s their job, what do you expect them to post? Others, especially people who would only change their political views if hell (does it really exist?) froze over, should be banned from anything remotely political. I mean, what’s the bloody point? Nobody is going to change their mind, so why do it?

Here’s what people (in Malta) should do – if you support the Nationalist Party, watch One News (the Labour Party TV station) and listen to what the other side is saying; if you support the Labour Party, watch Net News (the Nationalist Party TV station) and listen to what the other side is saying. Of course, people won’t do it as the neighbours may hear them and think they support the other ‘evil’ party. Oh, the shame.

This does not apply to Switzerland, of course. Ther’s no real opposition here. But politicians seem to be adverse to sticking their necks out in any way. You never know, people may soon vote in a referendum to decide on whether it’s ‘OK’ for politicians to grow a backbone and decide on things themselves – without the need for a referendum.

The bottom line is social media, such as Facebook and Twitter and whatever takes your fancy, should be kept social and fun – for me, that means cars, music, photos of silly things, sports, Stanley Cassar Darien (find him on FB, hilarious chap) writing things I don’t understand, saying ‘happy birthday’ to people who say ‘happy birthday’ to me, finding out what people ate, who is pregnant, married and/or separated, and the works – you get the drift.

Oh, and of course, if you don’t like the things on my list, disagree with me, then either agree to disagree, ignore me, un-subscribe from me or de-friend me. That’s fine. I’m be doing the same

Switzerland or Malta? The jury’s out, sort of

It’s very easy – even fun sometimes – to criticise the place where you live. It’s probably natural. For example, I live in Switzerland, so silly things such as the fact that people tend not to smile very often is extremely annoying. But the constant nagging in Malta, my native home, doesn’t bother me a tiny bit as I do not have to put up with it any more.

This got me thinking – where is best to live, Malta or Switzerland? So I came up with what I believe is better in a number of categories and gave each country a score out of 10.

Food

Switzerland: It’s quite good, actually. You have fondue chinoise and cheese fondue, Rösti, and Raclette to name just a few favoured by tourists. Food could be a bit predictable.  7/10

Malta: Also good – just think of baked macaroni, ross fil-forn, pastizzi, bigilla, imqaret, lampuki, and many others, even rabbit (hate it, but apparently it’s good). Very healthy Mediterranean cuisine, but also artery-blocking cholesterol-filled fatty foods that nonetheless taste great. 8/10

Roads

Switzerland: Well, Swiss roads are great, well maintained, well marked and clean, cleared when snow falls and safe. The only drawback is the passion the Swiss have for roadworks, even when a road seems to be in top shape. These works generally tend to take a long time to finish, but results are superb.  9.5/10

Malta: Erm, where can I start? Maltese roads are similar to those of a war ravaged country – cr*p! They are so bad you may actually think you are off-roading most of the time. Potholes are everywhere, markings disappear after 10 seconds, street signs are incorrect, confusing or inexistent and traffic lights work randomly. It’s a no-go for me. 3/10

Motorists

Switzerland: If you think everyone follows the rules, you are right-ish, but not right. The thing is that when the Swiss don’t follow the rules, it’s just for minor issues, such as indicating. To be honest, some flexibility would really go a long way to making motoring in Switzerland more fun. For example, motorists will insist and take their right of way even if this slows them down. And letting you get out of a side road is unthinkable. They would benefit a lot by letting their hair down ever so slightly. 7/10

Malta: People generally follow the rules, but it’s often the rules of the road not the Highway Code, resulting in a free for all where the larger vehicle commands. However, things do move, eventually. 5/10

Friendship

Switzerland: The concept of friendship is one which is based on the very long term. You can’t meet somebody and instantly think of him or her as a friend – it doesn’t work. Friendship is cultivated over extended periods, through thick and thin, usually starting from early school years. Very often, they use the term Kollege, which loosely translates to acquaintance. This makes it very difficult to make friends in Switzerland, at least with the Swiss, but it also means that friendships are strong and true. And first name basis is a no-go for quite sometime, although this rule may be broken by non-Swiss. 5/10

Malta: The second you meet somebody in Malta, he or she is your friend. Maltese follow the Anglo-Saxon idea whereby you are on first names terms nearly instantly (with obvious exceptions). This makes it easy to make friends, but these friends often disappear quickly or are only around when the going is easy (or if they need something). 4/10

Public transport

Switzerland: The system here is quite efficient, but incredibly expensive. For a one-year ticket including around eight to 10 zones, you’d have to fork out around €2,000. Also, people seem to forget their manners on trains – and people never smile. Bah! 6/10

Malta: Ha ha ha. Hilarious! 1/10

Politics

Switzerland: Things are debated in a civil fashion, placards are affixed for elections and people can vote by internet – all in all it’s democracy at its best. We have out very own far right party that subtly associates foreigners with criminality. But that’s part of politics, so it’s fair game (ish). Many people do not change their political affiliation, irrespective of what happens – even because very little happens. We also have the slightly wobbly Magic Formula, which means there is no effective opposition. All a bit boring at the end of the day. Oh, and Swiss vote around six times a year in a multitude of referenda, so they are well practices in the practice of people democracy. 5/10

Malta: Politics is everything, and families are split down the middle because of it. The two main parties command 99% of the vote, making the third a political futility – for the time being. People and politicians get hot under the collar in debates, and matters can even turn violent. Diehards (that’s around 70% of the voters) never change their mind, even if their party committed the worst atrocities. The votes are fairly evenly divided down the middle. Apart from the hostility, it makes for interesting reading. 6/10

Religion

Switzerland: It’s relatively easy here – you are not judged by how many times you go to your church, temple or mosque. Nor whether you write Xmas or Christmas! 6/10

Malta: It seems that every facet of lfe is determined by the church. It’s a little bit too much, especially considering that people often act in – how can I put it? – anything but the way Christians should. Oh, by the way, I write Xmas – does that mean that I’m not a Christian anymore and God doesn’t love me anymore? Gimme a break! 3/10

Living space

Switzerland: Open spaces, cities, mountains, lakes – it’s postcard perfect in most places, making living a great experience. Again, sometimes too predictable and boring, and things don’t come cheap. 7/10

Malta: With a population density of 1,300 people per square kilometre, it’s hard to find space. And the incredible number of unoccupied dwellings makes it all the more dire. 4/10

Neighbours

Switzerland: We’re lucky as we have great neighbours. We live in the countryside and have a great deal of space. In the city, things are more crowded and neighbourly love can be hard to find. You could live in an apartment block for years and the only contact you have with people living above or below you would be a courteous hello or Gruezi. And the least infringement could be good enough reason to call the cops. But boundaries are generally respected. 7/10

Malta: In Malta, I have great neighbours (good old Mary, always complaining about her angina – I wonder if she’s still alive…) on one side and the neighbours from hell on the other. At a friends place, we could hear all their conversations as they seemed to constantly speak rather loudly. But living in a block or neighbourhood could also result in great parties and strong friendships. 6/10

Bottom line is that I don’t know what the bottom line is – the jury’s out, sort of. Nostalgia for Malta is ever present, despite the drawbacks, but Switzerland is home now. If only people here would chill out a bit…