The gate of alchemy

is also the gate of making

the roads closer to the station have people selling mirrors, and close by, hidden somewhere, making them. the sun shines off the liquid mirrors trapped in their cases, slapping the customers with their glare. A little ahead piece by piece, technologies of the late 19th and 20th century appear, technology by technology, cathode ray tubes, x rays, eastman cameras, the sounds of making are the road map; from hammering, to tinkling, to the sound of furnaces. ...

there is a large endless workshop in the large field just after the first parallel lanes.

here everyone is bent, over furnaces, with tools, smoke and explosions fill the air as in an early melies film and expectant eyes wait, for things to appear. edison is here and tesla ( both of who are part of a new board game in the US), baburao patwardhan is here and narayanrao and gopalrao patwardhan. there are books everywhere, smoke puffs out of the tall chimneys in a corner, with dulled white drapes around him to keep out the harsh sun, sits panditji, a furious looking man before a large bookshelf of books he wants to sell. books on alchemy.