Satire · AIInvented scene and invented people, made with AI. The situation is real; the photograph is not.
Every afternoon, same spot. A pile of plastic bottles, bags, wrappers and a scooter tyre goes up in flames on the roadside. The smoke is black, oily and it goes everywhere — over the washing lines, into the kitchens, into the kids' bedrooms.
You walk over and ask, politely, if he could maybe not burn plastic ten metres from your house.
"If you don't like it, go back to your country. You have no business here."
Fair point. It is his country.
It's just that the smoke doesn't stop at the property line, and neither do anyone's lungs. His neighbours breathe it. His own kids breathe it. The only person who gets told to leave is the one who mentioned it.
