The VIP terminal was in the corner of the arrivals hall. As he entered it a smiling girl in a bright red uniform greeted him.
“Hello, how can I help you, sir?”
“I would like to know if some tickets had been left for me.”
“Your name, sir, please.”
“Johnson. Michael Jonson.”
"Give me a minute, sir.” She stared at the computer screen. “Yes, we have your tickets. Could I have your luggage, please.“ She said, looking at him as she tried hard to associate his face with someone famous, some TV, music, sports star, but to no avail.
"You have the set." She announced after a moment of hesitation to a nice-looking girl in a navy blue uniform who was standing next to her.
“Luggage?” Michael thought about it. “Could you wait a moment, please. My luggage will be in two minutes. Can I get a ticket?”
“It is not necessary, sir.” He heard. &ldqu
The flight attendant led him to the armchairs just behind the kitchen back room to pick a seat. There was not much choice.He sat down facing the direction of flight in hope that he will be able to observe what is happening in the cockpit. He expected that the crew wouldn't shut the door up in front of him.As soon as the flight attendant left, he immediately reached under the chair. He found a container with a life vest. He looked up nervously for the oxygen mask. There was a sign saying that if the pressure in the cabin changed, the hood would automatically open. Knowing where they were, made him feel a little calmer.Once again, he studied the inscriptions explaining how to behave in different dangerous situations.The jet began to taxi to the runway. Michael had no point left of return now. The plane stopped for a moment. However, he knew that the pilot was waiting for permission from the control tower to take off. The engines grew louder.He s
He wondered if his brothers also suffered similar torments when their grandfather gave them their first flying lessons. He knew from his grandmother that they hadn’t missed it either.Besides, his older brother has followed in his grandfather's footsteps; he has a pilot's license no. So far, when he flies, he prefers gliders. However, he inherited his passion for life - biology - from his grandmother.Michael never spoke to them about that early childhood period. The last time they met was at someone's funeral. Apart from a deceased relative, whom they hardly knew, they couldn’t find a common topic to converse.Each of them talked about themselves. The eldest brother spoke about the building of the museum of technology which was just built, but designed by the company he worked for; the younger, a scientist, went into a monologue about his research, and Michael talked about his work, but they didn’t understand each other at all.He decid
After passport control, Michael moved to the arrivals hall and looked around for Alice. She was late. It was not her style though. He thought about giving her a call, but maybe she was stuck somewhere in a traffic jam or had trouble parking the car so it would disturb her. Hence, he decided against it.He must have gone foolish, barely stepped off the plane, and already worried that she wasn’t at the airport. Maybe she was waiting for him at the other end of the arrivals hall. From what he remembered, the Nice airport is quite large.He decided to wait but in the distance he noticed a large sign with his name on it, so he walked over. He saw a tall, nice-looking young man who, with his white skin, blue eyes and pale blond hair, didn’t resemble an inhabitant of the Mediterranean coast, but a Scandinavian, or possibly a Slav.Michael came to France, so it was appropriate to speak French, but his mind was completely blank. He hadn't used that language i
Pierre got out of the car first. He opened the door for him overly nonchalantly. The gesture upset him. He was about to make a blunt comment on what he thought about it when he felt a gentle breeze of cool wind and aromatic air. He was speechless.He was breathing deeply such that he could feel every molecule of the fresh air reach his individual cells. He sucked in the air slowly through his nose to be able to enjoy the scent of the surrounding vegetation.After a while, in a multi-species mixture, he could distinguish the smell of oleanders, lavender, jasmine, roses and violets. Looking around for plants, he saw only pink geraniums in large, clay pots, typical of this region.Pierre opened the heavy metal entrance door. He carried his suitcase inside, and then without saying much, took him to a room on the second floor at the very end of the hall and left him there alone.The room, from what Michael saw so far, was classy. Calm, slightly cool, creamy-bl
It was at that moment that he understood Alice's indignation over how he treated his plants when she had come over for dinner. He felt sorry that he had underestimated the value of priceless specimens accumulated by his grandmother and brother.As he examined the miniature bonsai trees by one of the windows, he heard Pierre's voice inviting him to the table. He returned to the dining room and sat down and waited, looking around the room curiously.Directly by the main entrance on the left, stood a tall metal bookcase with frosted glass shelves almost taking up the entire wall. It was a monstrous structure resembling a basement furniture for tools rather than a dining room décor; a modern art devoid of beauty, character and soul. He didn't tolerate that style as he didn't feel anything by looking at it at all.While waiting impatiently for dinner, he decided to get up and go through things, especially the books on the bookshelf. He found a variety of liter
The ringing of the phone woke Michael up. He searched for his cell phone for a good few minutes. However, when he finally found it and wanted to answer the call, it suddenly stopped ringing. Tired and groggy, he peered at the screen to see who had disturbed him and wasn’t surprised to see that it was Alex.Michael wondered what he was doing on Saturday up so early. Didn’t he go to the party the previous night? Or it was him who had forgotten something? But, he hadn’t scheduled any tennis matches; neither had he gone to the swimming pool or to the gym with him for several weeks now because he simply didn't have time.It was almost seven o’clock in the morning. He turned off his phone as he didn't feel like talking to anyone today.He lazily got up from the bed and opened the windows. He was stunned in amazement as soon as he took in the view outside. He didn’t remember seeing the azure, cloudless sky, the unusual blue of the se
Admiring the perfection of her beauty, he wondered what in that perfect body was the creation of nature and what was the work of a good surgeon.One day the editorial team was working all night. They had to close the edition, the air conditioning didn't work at night and the temperature in the office was extremely high so they had to undress everything they could.Alice, like everyone else, undressed to the proverbial ‘chicken soup’, that was, a tight, skimpy T-shirt and tied her hair.He was sitting right next to her, in a sports T-shirt that he was taking to the gym. He, like everyone else, felt so tired that the sight of her didn’t make the slightest impression on him or the rest of the team.Only Alex in a T-shirt aroused emotions among his colleagues - a jealousy deliberately fueled by Alice, commenting on a perfectly sculpted body on which anatomy could be studied.Michael remembered that night, as one, everyone dreamed of r
Michael, in a hurry, stepped into the shower. He felt the cold rush of water on his face so he started turning on all the taps he could.He jumped in surprise when he felt a dozen strong jets of icy water on his body.The shower cabin had a hydro massager. He just didn't know how to turn it off so he jumped out of the cabin once he was done with a quick rinse.While looking for a towel which he remembered hanging somewhere near that futuristic-looking shower cubicle, he found a miniature screen.He started to play with the keyboard. Temperature of water. Spray power. Massage time. He liked this cabin more and more. ‘What amazing electronics!’ He decided to look for a similar one and order as soon as he got home.He didn't know where he would put it, but even if, for lack of space in his bathroom, it could stand in the middle of the bedroom or even the kitchen or in the guest bathroom, it didn’t matter as he knew that he wanted an