25th May 1973 (on my way to meet Archbishop Gonzi)
Before I arrived at the Archbishop’s Palace a rather peculiar incident took place.
I was late and hurried through Strait Street (as a newcomer in Malta I did not yet know its rather questionable reputation.
From a bar a scarcely dressed woman not only addressed me with certain improper suggestions, but also tried to grab me in my private parts.
I was completely embarrassed by the situation and said something like: ‘Sorry, I’m in a hurry for my meeting with the Archbishop.’
The girl laughed mockingly and uttered some bad words in Maltese.
I ran away from her, most probably redheaded