Hostels, Halfway-Houses and the Homeless of Gibraltar

A summer Sunday, and while most of Gibraltar is on one beach or other, a handful of men and a couple of women trudge their few possessions out of the Retreat Centre. By the time this piece is published, they will have been evicted from this shelter and onto the streets of Gibraltar. With any …

The Scandal on our Doorstep

It is a troubling, stormy afternoon as I settle down to write this piece. Outside my relatively water-proof sea-facing windows the sky is an ominous shade of purple slicked with yellow; a bruise across the landscape, squatting thick and malevolent on the Rock. Malevolent. It seems an appropriate word to spring to mind on the …

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