Malcolm Mifsud writes:
Is-Sur Karm is no more. That is how Karmenu was always addressed by those who wanted to pull his leg and get him to engage in a funny conversation. The man was more than just laughs and jokes though.
The news of his passing away did not take me by surprise. I used to visit him every now and again when he was admitted to hospital to receive treatment for the terminal illness that was to ultimately end his days.
His demise is not only a loss to his wife, children, their spouses and his grandchildren but to all who were lucky enough to have come across him or, better still, get to know him like I did for more than 30 years, during which I seldom saw a frown on his face. What always surprised me about him was his genuine friendship, wisdom, counsel and honesty, not to mention that he was always so smartly dressed.
He was a very trusted colleague who always stuck to his principles, no matter what.
Ever since I met him for the first time on a cold January day in 1984, my first day at the Advertising Department of Allied Newspapers Limited, Karmenu was there to guide me through my first, unknown steps and we bonded immediately.
We simply took to each other, me to...
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