Valletta is the epicenter of the island; so to speak it’s the main appendix where the whole life boils.
This is completely concreted piece of land where there is no place for trees and only a few lucky ones grow in strictly designated areas directly from the pavements. Valetta is a set of stairs sandwiched among the terracotta buildings.
It is a place where water falling from the sky is not kept or absorbed it is directly rolling back into the sea along the pressed sand sides of the city.
And it is reached by the same tight drenched rock peninsulas, looking more like drifting barges in the bay. These small appendices of earth are so covered with houses and roads that seems to be smothered by this leprosy gradually wading deep into the inland.
So it gradually swallowing the island growing in breadth with narrow cobbled streets which could barely fit a pickup car to ride through, and up with brownish-yellow walls of rock with accrued to them like tinder multicolored wooden balconies.
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