Down a dead end road in the New Territories area of Kong Nga Po, a stone’s throw from pig pens, fish ponds and an organic farm, a pile of still-smoking ash spills from a Maersk container.
A worker operating a crane is ripping open bags of cooled ash. Some ash falls into the bed of a truck, the rest into the vegetation along the road. The smell of burnt plastic is overpowering. Asked what has been burned, the worker responds: “It is from those things over there.” He points...
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