Mr. Tasha headed toward the plane.
After checking in for first class, he received his boarding pass, and his luggage was registered as priority.
Mr. Tasha did not need to stand in a long security line, as a first class passenger, he was processed quickly.
After sitting in the private lounge for several minutes, one of the flight attendants approached him and informed him that boarding time was approaching. Her manner was polite, and she continued addressing him as "Mr. Tasha.", she escorted him to the aircraft and guided him into his private cabin.
The moment he entered, all outside noise disappeared, the lighting was moderate.
Mr. Tasha looked around. There was a large screen, and on a small table lay headphones and a remote control.
The seat was extremely large, looking as if it could transform into a spacious bed at night. On the side was a small wardrobe for clothes, with a compartment below it for shoes.
"Mr. Tasha, please." The attendant handed him a form to fill out, its purpose was for Mr. Tasha to select the time he preferred for his meal and his personal dining choice.
Mr. Tasha filled in the time and selected their best meal.
This was simply an ordinary first class flight, when he returned, he decided he would choose the very best among such options.
It was not his first time flying.
In his youth, he had traveled to finalize one of his first deals with an investor. Back then, however, he had flown economy class. He was never truly interested in the class itself, he simply wanted a different experience.
Mr. Tasha wanted this journey to become a memorable one.
The flight from Monopoly to Zurich would take approximately two hours. After about half an hour, there was a knock on his door, Mr. Tasha opened it.
It was the same attendant as before. A full crew entered professionally to serve his meal, as if he were in a luxurious five star hotel, Mr. Tasha observed their performance with interest.
Humans were truly strange and foolish at the same time, Mr. Tasha had paid the price of first class only to obtain a quiet place, yet this type of treatment was part of the package. For those who owned everything, this was profit, they simply moved these puppets to act this way so that the wealthy would spend their money to live the experience.
What was even more amusing was the flattery of some staff toward first class passengers.
Some hoped for generous tips, others sought to form superficial connections to boast about, and some women would offer themselves simply to cling to a wealthy man like parasites.
It was pitiful.
The spectacle of life had stripped people of their value, trhey had become puppets, no longer directing their own paths, simply because they had fallen into the illusion of life.
Mr. Tasha began eating after they all left, he did not speak to them at all, he merely observed their behavior and their quiet departure.
The meal itself was nothing remarkable. The taste of authenticity and creativity was gone, it was a dish without the chef's pride, Mr. Tasha thought while eating.
Cooking was a refined art, yet selling it cheaply like money had stripped it of its value. Simply put, whoever prepared this meal was not a true chef.
Mr. Tasha reflected on this experience it was amusing.
"Expectations are not always correct." Mr. Tasha said quietly, he had not truly expected anything extraordinary from first class, but he had wanted to see at least a small difference.
Unfortunately, his expectation had been broken, it was beautiful.
This man, who was accustomed to having sharp insight and nearly flawless decisions, had relaxed a little today. He wanted his personality to rest, and he found the situation amusing.
…
The journey continued, and Mr. Tasha was now drinking his third cup of coffee while reading a small book.
About an hour and a half had passed since boarding, arrival time was gradually approaching.
As soon as Mr. Tasha thought about it, the landing announcement was made.
He prepared himself calmly.
…
Mr. Tasha exited the aircraft, as first class passengers were escorted out first.
He took his bag, stepped outside, and then took a taxi.
His destination was the main railway station in the city of Zurich.
After about half an hour, Mr. Tasha arrived. Zurich's main station was enormous, and the number of people there was overwhelming.
He purchased a special ticket for the train to Interlaken. The private carriage was not like the plane's cabin, instead, each carriage had wide seats and certainly fewer people.
It was distinguished by its quiet atmosphere.
Mr. Tasha entered, sat in his seat, and soon an attendant approached him with a menu.
Mr. Tasha ordered another cup of coffee.
After sitting for about ten minutes, the train began moving.
The carriage was truly elegant and luxurious.
The windows stretched all the way to the ceiling, and the seats were extremely comfortable... Even the coffee served there was quite good.
The journey had barely begun when the beautiful scenery started to appear. On Mr. Tasha's left was Lake Zurich, the elegant houses arranged along its shores enhanced its beauty, followed by green meadows where cows grazed peacefully everywhere. Mr. Tasha felt calm and serene as he watched them.
The trip would pass through five breathtaking scenes, this was only the beginning.
The meadows offered a sense of tranquility to every observer, the green fields and the clear blue sky gave the soul a gentle impression.
After about forty minutes, the train stopped. A transfer was required, with about twenty minutes allocated for the change.
Mr. Tasha stepped out calmly. This was Lucerne station, what distinguished this place was the massive shadow in the sky overlooking the city, the famous Mount Pilatus. The mountain was magnificent, and Lake Lucerne was no less beautiful, its calm blue waters surrounded by mountains.
The journey continued without interruption, revealing one stunning view after another, Lake Sarnen and Lungern, then the Brünig Pass with its dense forests, slopes, and endless small waterfalls. The final stop before Interlaken was the Hasli Valley, where the valleys stretched endlessly deep, and the mountains grew larger, closer, and more imposing.
Mr. Tasha looked through the windows in awe, the train seemed to glide over an emerald lake while massive mountains watched from above. Quiet villages stood along the distant shores, and wooden boats rested on the water, the scenery felt surreal.
Mr. Tasha thought that this journey offered many different angles from which to see the world, the world did not stop at a single view or a single place.
It was filled with diversity, randomness, and beauty.
The world had many angles, immensely flexible and astonishingly vast.