The labyrinths of race and personalities in Malta

I wanted to write that Malta is home to all four world races (my generation was taught that there are four in the world). However, Wikipedia criticized noting that not only the morphological features of humans, the color of the skin – white, yellow, red, and black – helped shape the concept of race.

As deeper research began, it became clear that it was impossible to draw clear boundaries between whites, blacks and the like. The basis of race must be the same anthropological and ethnographic type: a certain height, cephalic index, hair color…

To say that Malta is home to all races in the world is to say nothing. Because it’s not just the main races that live here. In Malta, it is possible to find all kinds of mating, all sorts of mixtures. To say that Malta is home to all races in the world is to say nothing. Because it’s not just the main races that live here. In Malta, it is possible to find all kinds of mating, all sorts of mixtures: Turanids, Australians, Metis, Mulattoes, Dinarics… and representatives of all the nations of the world can be found here.

People are coming here forever, or at least for a temporary getaway from the most remote corners of the earth.

Being on this island, one of my greatest pleasures is watching people. Even a specialist will get lost in their origins and shades … I will not exaggerate saying that folk here are so diverse, so vivid, so unique that walking down the street can become the most interesting, most unexpected, puzzling, unique excursion.

Just an unrivaled palette of people from all kinds of origin, diverse look, and temperaments. People are surprising. They surprise by the color of their skin, the color of their hair, and hairstyles (sometimes those hair buns, felted hair, bindings, braids) cannot even be called hairstyles. Only they know what are “planted” on their heads: round, oblong, in the shape of eggs, or even angled heads.

You can miss the walk through the streets of Valletta, not to see the frescoes of St. John’s Cathedral, not to swim in the Mediterranean, not to look at the buildings and plants on the island, but just to look at people and feel fascinated by them, their freedom.

Days spent in Malta is ceaseless watching, watching people like you, and those who look like nobody else.

To your right is a black like night man, on the left is a mulatto with cone-shaped braids, next to him – a white-haired, Finnish face, a group of Chinese arrivals behind him, and if you turn back, you will see three locals talking in one language but are not like people of the same race or country.

It is no exaggeration to say that looking at Maltese people and guests is a delight to me.

One of my friends goes to South America every spring to watch birds. I will go to Malta to look at the people again. And I don’t think it’s any less fun than exploring the exotic people.

As I do not shoot stranger people, I just add photos from Malta.