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The sunlight is low in the sky and casts a warm glow over the city. In the distance, one can see the port, with ships coming and going. The docks are busy with people unloading cargo… There is always someone in here, and the noise from the nearby factories never stops. I know because I am a marine engineer working at this port.

I was always interested in ships and the sea. When I was younger, I would watch documentaries on ocean-related topics and dream of being a captain of a ship. Then, as I grew up, I started searching online about the industry and realized that being an engineer was a better career path for me. I suppose, I just like being that person lurking in the shadows who always makes sure that everything works well; having a job that would require me to take the central place is definitely not for me...

After I graduated from my marine engineering program, I started working for a shipping company. My workday starts at 6 am. I work on the docks, which is a noisy, dirty, and dangerous environment. I have to be there before the sun rises, to inspect all the equipment and make sure everything is in good working order. Every single day, I have to be very careful when working with equipment and machinery because of the risk of accidents. I need to wear protective clothing and gear to avoid injury...

Working here is a rather physically demanding job, one that requires me to be on my feet all day. It can be monotonous and difficult to stay focused on my tasks, but I work with all kinds of cargo, and help sea transport happen, which makes me feel good. I am passionate about what I do, and time flies fast. There’s no other place I’d rather be, really...

I often stay up late and today is no exception; I get off work after 10 pm. The port is eerily quiet at this time, with only a few ships docked. The warehouse lights are still on though, the third shift has recently started work.

I adjust my cap and leave the port area. The wind whips through the narrow, winding streets, carrying with it the pungent smell of salt and fish. The sky is a dark slate color, and the wind blows quite intensely. I can’t wait to get home, wash off the day, and finally eat something warm, even if it’s just a bowl of canned soup heated up in the microwave.

When I step into my apartment, it’s as dark and silent as a crypt... The only noise is the sound of my breath, and the only light is coming from the streetlights outside. This place is quite old… , almost as if it’s seen a lot of people come and go. It’s quite lukewarm here; we have central heating, but it doesn’t work that well, and the heaters are tepid most of the time.