Inside a chest lined with satin, Malta found a crown, glittering gold. Deep inside, they felt compelled to bend down and slip it over their ears. They felt as if it *wanted* them to find it, that this crown was made for them, and that they were destined to wear it. However, Malta resisted – they carefully took the crown and strapped it to their backpack to examine it more closely later. But the crown was of great interest to Sliema...