Malta is my home. I was born there, I lived almost all my life there. My parents were Maltese and if I have children of my own they'll be Maltese as well. In a way the grip of the orange grass unites us in a way, we're all drawn to Malta and it's orange fields. Eliza paused to not sound overly passionate. She knew sometimes her enthusiasm about certain subject could get out of hand. What I would like to see changed? She softly ran a finger down her jaw while thinking. All the political turmoil. All these familias, factions fighting each other for power. If Malta is to prosper we have to be united.