Every day, large tipper trucks dump tonnes of household waste about 50 metres from his flimsy tent.
The smell infiltrates your every breath. This is not a place for human habitation.
Yet, just a stone’s throw away from the smouldering piles of waste, a ramshackle camp has become home for Qusay and around 250 people.
You do not have to think too hard to see the symbolism in their surroundings.
Like the rubbish in the dump, they appear to have been discarded by society.