In the early hours of the morning in the remotest and quietest villages of Malta, Qrendi, comes Frans honking the horn of his loud, smokey old Transit van. The villagers have no choice but to wake up and prepare their spare change to buy fresh Maltese bread, still warm from the wood burning oven. Frans is a large man, savage and grotesque quite like the typical Maltese barbarian but has a heart of gold. He helps old women cross the road and carries their shopping bags. The villagers love him. Frans always wears his sunglasses even when it is still dark. He used to ride motorcycles when he was younger and kept his handlebar moustache and long hair even though he started balding from the top. Occasionally he still rides his bike although he looks silly now that he has gained so many pounds along the years. In his free time, Frans takes care of his old Tranny, fixing oil leaks and keeping her clean and shiny. Since Frans never got married, he treats his old van as if she were his wife. Many tourists stop him to take pictures and ask him on several occasions to sell his van over to the UK. But she’s his love and joy and he will never do that as long as he lives. Besides, what will Frans use to carry out his duty of selling fresh Maltese bread?