That's the good end of the long journey of a poor little piece of cloth: After some years of waiting and moving at least 2 times, crossing country-borders and waiting in a box together with fellows, this piece of red cloth finally - after 2 days sewing - transformed into something one could call a dress. And it definitely is unique - there is just one of them and there will never be a second one.

When I was cycling to work this morning, a bride was biking right in front of me. Yes, I definitely am sure she was wearing a long white wedding dress! She tried to hold it with one hand and riding her bike at the same time. The dresses border was already brown of dirt, although it wasn’t raining today. She and her boyfriend filled so much of the bicycle path that I couldn’t overtake them before reaching Dronning Louises Bridge. You get it; my way to work leads me through Copenhagen. A town, that promotes itself as the world’s best bicycle town.