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I was a little eight year old boy living with my parents at the Marsamxetto end of Strada Santa Lucia near the entrance of the Manderaggio. My father was a police inspector at the Valletta police station that housed the law courts as well; my mother sent me with a packet for my father; the sergeant at the desk told me that my father was occupied and took me to watch a court in session.
I sat at the back and watched carefully.
The accused was a farmer standing with a lawyer near him, there was a great deal of talking in Italian, a policeman told the accused that he was fined two shillings and six pence and was told to pay the man at a desk at the entrance of the hall, the lawyer asked for five shillings. The accused appeared dazed, I asked him what he was accused of and he told me but he could not follow the proceedings that were in Italian. I returned home, annoyed and furious; Mr Muscat Azzopardi, who happened to be in his study, saw me in a state and asked me what happened. I told him, he agreed with me and told me that he and some friends of his were doing what they could to rectify such matters.
Major Eddy Axisa
Sliema
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