''Well it was a war really. and like all wars, it wasn't plesant. Still, we're not at war anymore and it's time to be moving on. Although I must ask, given the politics and the bloodshed that happens, both internally and externally, is it safe to say that Maltese people...or rather their leaders, care about their people? In ancient times, even slaves had certain rights and were, eventually, granted their freedom. Is it like that in Malta?''
He made some sutble attempt to see what she was looking at but failed to see anything, the only thing he could spot was a bookcase, with several old tomes on mental disorders that he kept for some reason that even he had forgotten. Although he did spot a vase which was populated by a very dead bouquet of flowers, he made a mental note to get some fresh ones at some point.