**Mind Over Matter: How Thought-Controlled Tech Could Transform Life in Malta** On a quiet morning in Msida, Maria Camilleri sits at her kitchen table, a sleek headband resting across her temples. With nothing but a concentrated thought, she dims the lights, starts her coffee machine, and queues up her favourite playlist – all without lifting…
**MaltaHip: elevating hip replacement innovation in Malta** On a sun-drenched morning at Mater Dei Hospital, 72-year-old Carmenu Pace from Żejtun takes his first pain-free steps in years. Just three weeks earlier, he received a cutting-edge hip replacement through MaltaHip – a revolutionary procedure that’s transforming lives across the Maltese Islands and positioning Malta as an…
Valletta’s morning light catches the honey-stone of the bastions and, for a second, the capital looks unchanged since 1565. Look closer, though, and you’ll spot rooftop solar panels glinting beside baroque statues, delivery drones skimming the Grand Harbour where galleys once moored, and a start-up crew live-streaming their pitch from a 17th-century palazzo. That contrast—antique…
The future is closer than you think A Maltese dawn breaks over a skyline that would have looked like science-fiction to our grandparents. Silent electric ferries glide across Valletta’s Grand Harbour, their batteries charged by the same sun that now powers three out of every ten rooftops on the archipelago. Drones buzz above the Three…
Friction to Function: How Malta’s Engineers Turn Texture into Treasure Valletta’s 16th-century bastions are smooth to the eye but surprisingly grippy under a rubber-soled shoe. That silent grip—stone micro-ridges catching polymer peaks—is the same physics now guiding Maltese start-ups as they 3-D-print shark-skin textures onto yacht propellers and hospital door-handles. From Lascaris War Rooms to…
**Malta is moving forward – with confidence and purpose** The sun rises over Valletta’s honey-coloured bastions, casting long shadows across a capital that has witnessed empires rise and fall. Yet this morning feels different. As construction cranes punctuate the skyline and electric buses glide silently through medieval streets, Malta stands at a pivotal moment –…
**What’s next for MedTech? Malta’s tiny island thinks big** Strolling down Valletta’s Republic Street on a humid July evening, it’s easy to forget that 500 metres away, inside a deceptively quiet 17th-century palazzo, a team of engineers is 3-D-printing titanium jawbones that will be flown to North African hospitals before sunrise. The contrast—baroque balconies overhead,…
From the rattling yellow buses of the 1970s to the silent glide of today’s e-kick scooters, Malta’s streets have always told the story of who we are. Now, as the island races to cut emissions by 2030, a new chapter is unfolding—one that blends old habits with bold tech and a stubborn Maltese refusal to…
**From Sliema to Għarb: How Malta’s villages are re-imagining tomorrow while honouring yesterday** The 5 a.m. ferry from Gozo to Malta is still dark this time of year, yet the deck is already alive with chatter. A nurse from Xagħra heading to Mater Dei, a game-developer from Victoria clutching a laptop, and a retired fisherman…
From the sun-washed limestone balconies of Valletta to the fragrant back-alleys of Bangkok, a single headline is sending ripples across the globe: Thailand’s new Prime Minister is none other than cannabis mogul-turned-politician Anutin Charnvirakul. For Malta—a Mediterranean island that only last year opened its first legal, non-medical cannabis clubs—the news feels both distant and oddly…
Virtual Assets and Fintech: The Mediterranean Wave Malta Can Still Ride By Ariadne Micallef, Valletta On a sun-drenched Monday in May, the usual chatter at Nenu the Artisan Baker is no longer about ftira toppings but about Bitcoin. “My nephew just sold an NFT of a Maltese fishing boat for €4,000,” beams 68-year-old Ġanni from…
The Future Starts Tomorrow — and It Begins in a Sliema Side-Street By 11 p.m. tonight, the last ferry from Valletta will glide beneath the orange halo of the Grand Harbour cranes, their lights blinking like Morse code to anyone still awake on the bastions. Most passengers will scroll through their phones, half-watching Netflix, half-listening…
