ZEBBUG, Malta Under the scorching Maltese sun, Josephine Xuereb carefully sweeps salt originating from the Mediterranean Sea into small piles, a job generations of her family have done since 1860.
ABOARD SEEFUCHS RESCUE SHIP Just before the sun dipped into the Mediterranean on Saturday, rescuers spotted a tiny wooden boat on the horizon. It turned out to contain five young Libyans fleeing violence and turmoil who were waving their arms for help.
VALLETTA, Malta In a vast network of tunnels carved into the rocks under the Maltese capital Valletta, faded maps of the Mediterranean hint at the place's role in directing key battles in World War Two.
ABOARD THE PHOENIX Rescuers picked up 560 migrants from unsafe boats off the coast of Libya on Thursday, Italy's Coast Guard said, including the body of a young man who the migrants said had been shot by smugglers on the beach for his baseball cap. | Video
ABOARD THE PHOENIX, OFF THE LIBYAN COAST Reuters photographer Darrin Zammit Lupi has been on the Phoenix, a migrant rescue ship in the Mediterranean operated by MOAS, a Malta-based NGO, since April 1. This past weekend, he witnessed some of the most dramatic scenes of his career. Below is the account of his experience.
ABOARD THE TOPAZ RESPONDER The first reports came in at dawn. A growing number of flimsy rubber dinghies, packed with migrants from sub-Saharan Africa, in difficulty in the Mediterranean Sea.
Reuters photojournalist Darrin Zammit Lupi joined the Migrant Offshore Aid Station (MOAS) team as the Foundation’s volunteer official photographer on board its vessel Phoenix on its latest mission rescuing migrants in the Mediterranean.
I had been watching the 1970s TV show “Space 1999” as well as my “Star Wars” DVD set, and it was as if these pictures came right out of the television - exploding stars and planets, supernovas, the moon drifting through clouds of interplanetary cosmic dust and gas in space.
I attended a brief and very poignant ceremony; the funeral of four Nigerian would-be immigrants who drowned while attempting to reach a better life, crossing to Europe by sea, crossing the central Mediterranean that has become a graveyard.
When the Arab Spring got underway late in 2010, few of us imagined it would spread to Libya with any tangible effect. To those of us of my generation here in Malta, Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi was the bogeyman – he’d always been there lurking not too far from our shores – Libya is less than 350 km to the south of the island, and Gaddafi was a frequent visitor and close friend of the Maltese government in the 70s, my childhood years.