Moving back to Malta at 27 and starting the process of renovating my new home was hugely inspired by this sense of reuse I encountered in the UK. Not only are we temporary custodians of our homes, but when items are well-made they can survive several caretakers, too. Our cement tiles also fell victim to the post-colonial hang-ups we were bound to suffer. For a century they were made, one at a time, by skilled craftspeople who were to be found all over Malta and Gozo. In the late ’80s, when our markets expanded and capitalism took a stronger hold, these tiles, along with so many other vernacular architectural features, were saddled with the weight of the past and poverty, with the upwardly mobile middle class striving for more contemporary, imported materials. By the ’90s, there were just two or three cement tile makers left, though I’m glad to note that the trend is back in fashion with a greater appreciation of all things made in Malta.