Julia, Gaia and Mark heard clanking noises from outside of the house, yet nobody came to the door. When Gaia leaned on it, the door opened. Inside the house the air was damp, piles of paper, books, stuffed animals, steel concoctions occupied the tables, the mismatched chairs and metal floor. In a larger room, two large tables were surrounded milling machines, measuring instruments, wooden models of ships and fishes.
What is this, asked Gaia, pointing to a carousel of half-cut spheres.
An anemometer, it is an instrument to measure the speed of wind.
And this, she asked, indicating a machine surmounted with a large magnet.
I don’t know, said Mark.
It is a small-scale wave-maker, said the old man who appeared on the door. He wore protective goggles on his forehead, large leather gloves and a thick brown apron that looked like an armor. He looked around, as to ascertain how many people had entered his house unannounced.
What brings you here, he asked looking at Mark in the eyes.