Wishing a flat tire and other survival fantasies

I like to imagine bad things happening to people, with the peace of mind that my wishes will not influence reality and that they are not dramatic at all.

never consider what we have to do with twenty million touristsTo the people who say there are too many migrants, but who never consider what to do with twenty million tourists, I wish they get a flat tire on a July day at 40 degrees Celsius. And that, after a while of signaling, it is precisely a migrant who stops to lend a hand to change the tire. Perhaps someone arrives home amazed to have met someone with darker skin who is returning from work and who, despite being tired, has stopped to help.

To the man who the other day pushed everyone to get on the bus first, and who sat in one of the few remaining free seats with the conviction that he deserved it more than others, I wish him a good stumble and that some part of his body hurts for a while.

I wish the celebrity who said that reading doesn't make us better would go a few days without a phone, with nothing else to do but stare at a wall. And that, when she got it back, all the photos and videos from her social media had been deleted.

To the lady who criticized my haircut, without me asking for her opinion, I wish her temporary alopecia, a week is enough for me. But, if there's a moment when she thinks she'll be bald for life and gets very scared, even better.

I would like politicians to not have an extra bonus, just for the pleasure of leaving them without one, like so many people. And for some not to find housing to rent. It would also be a dream to have a widespread ban on using cars, and for the gentlemen and ladies of the right and the far-right to have to travel by public transport, mixed with normal people. What a vulgarity that would be for them, wouldn't it?