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The sprawling dock’s wind turbines project fanning shadows over neighbouring terrace roofs. In their height they would dominate the landscape if it wasn’t for the cranes towering over them and the endless streets at their feet. They lift containers from the 380-metre-long ships arriving into the docks on a perpetual rota. Once in a while a crane operator misjudges the release timings and a dropped steel box breaks the night with the blast of a wave dumping a ship in a slate sea. These containers move the contents of the world; Japanese superbikes, polyurethane sex toys, dismembered …