“Beauty is the moment when time vanishes. Beauty is the space where eternity arises.” ‒ Amit Ray Island life has its limitations; existing on a miniscule island, overpopulated, overdeveloped and over the top in more ways than one, is infinitely suffocating. This closing-in invites the most outrageous displays of emotions; from vicious outbursts of road rage to festa petards that seem to be getting progressively louder each feast that passes; from incongruous high-rises to the proud ownership of supercars as status symbols of virility in a country overwhelmed by gridlocks and traffic jams. This melting pot of mayhem and noise is, quite relatively, a recent phenomenon in a country which, up to 20 years ago, was considered to be a gem of a Mediterranean island, surrounded by postcard-perfect blue seas and cloudless skies. It was a country rich in myths and folklore, in history and legacy. Something suddenly shifted and we lost all sense of perspective: everything got louder, taste went south, everyone desired to be heard amid an ever-increasing cacophony. Community 1, Beltin by Henry Alamango This country is breathless in many ways, heaving heavily to live, its beauty tarnished...