In the past weeks I’ve taken immense pleasure from the news that the police did not grant the animal circus organisers a license to set up at the Granaries in Floriana.
The news came a few days before my birthday and admittedly it was the best birthday gift ever.
When I heard, I even did a little dance of joy.
I was so thrilled that we were one step closer to having animal circuses banned from Malta once and for all that I didn’t read the whole news story.
But then, once I read the whole story and the reason that was given to withhold the license, my joy developed into a little uncomfortable nudge of injustice.
For a while I managed to let it be, because let’s face it I’m human and at that moment I didn’t care much about the reason behind the decision. As long as it was what I wanted, I didn't care, but, true to my nature, that nudge kept getting stronger and stronger until the lurking in my stomach became pretty unbearable.
Even though I couldn't have wished for anything better, and as pleased as I was with the decision, I didn’t feel at all comfortable with what seemed to be abuse of power.
This is what happened :
In January 2012 circus agent Johann Gatt had his license...
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