They call us dangerous. They call us criminals. They call our streets “unlivable.” Who are they? The bankers in
Hammer, the bureaucrats in
Danue, the smug voices of those who have never once set foot inside our walls. They spread their propaganda because they are afraid of the truth:
Kowloon is alive.
Kowloon is free.
Kowloon is the beating heart of Pilegron.
So we invite you — the workers, the dreamers, the curious souls of Pilegron — to come see for yourselves. Step beyond the walls and walk the markets that never sleep. Taste herbs you will not find in any licensed shop. See the towers we built with our own hands rise higher every week. Listen to the laughter of children running through alleyways the banks would call “unsafe” — laughter that proves we are thriving.
Yes, the newspapers owned by the right-wing money-lenders tell you
Kowloon is chaos. They whisper of “explosives” and “gangs” because they cannot bear the idea of a place where life exists beyond their ledgers. They fear that if you see our streets, you might begin to ask: why can’t we live like this? Why should the banks own the riverfront, while here we share what we have with our neighbors?
Ignore their lies. The only danger in
Kowloon is that you may never want to leave. Come for the food, the colors, the freedom. Come to see what community looks like when it is not written into law but built by the people themselves.
Kowloon is not a rumor.
Kowloon is not rubble.
Kowloon is waiting for you.