The Russelwaite is the largest dirigible you’ve ever seen. Such spectacle makes the laborous journeys aboard both ocean liner and train worth it. However, before entering the magnificent ship, there is a scrutiny of passports and papers like you’ve never seen before. One man, an American named Silverman, is denied entrance and escorted away by brown coated soldiers carrying shiny black machine guns.

When your turn comes, you are admitted without issue. Even though you speak passable German you are assigned a translator in the form of a perfunctory little man named Bernard Von Holtz.

Once everyone is inside you are invited to watch takeoff. There is no sense of motion at all. One moment you are tethered and the next moment floating free, the world gliding away.

You are given free run of the luxury ship until the formal dinner at seven. After dinner there will be a showing of Riefenstahl’s newest film, Triumph des Willens.

Do you stick to the proper schedule of events?

Or do you explore on your own?