Editorial : a violent and undisciplined society

Abstract

A tiny island lapped by the Mediterranean and visited by a million tourists a year looking for idyllic days in the sun would be comparable, it is reasonable to expect, to a state like that enjoyed by Eden, where inhabitants spend their time sauntering through Elysian fields and sunning themselves on the beaches. Such and idyllic picture of our homeland is rudely shattered when one looks around and faces the seething primitive revolt that seems to haunt our dreams. It is enough to look at our pristine valleys to notice the abandon with which our staid and stolid populace are prepared to litter with our rejects. In one single road leading to Ghasri Valley, I counted no less than three abandoned cars. Sanap cliffs seems to be another word for an invitation to dump all kind of rubbish into the sea leaving enough evidence to condemn the perpetrators.