A short story

In 2015, a silly young guy who had been fascinated by aesthetics since he was 15 sat at a large wooden table. It was feedback time. His boss at the big beauty company had bothered to offer constructive criticism to the young guy who had only recently joined the company. The criticism was devastating. The thing that still stuck in the young guy's ears today was: "I don't see any entrepreneurial thinking in you." The next day, the young dumb guy resigned and, after being persuaded by his best friend, started a small business. A tiny blog all about what he loves was born: classic menswear.

At the same time, the silly young fellow started doing for friends what he had been doing for himself since he was 15: tailoring old handmade suits from a far-off island for his friends. It was always important to him that it should not look tailor-made and that respect was paid to the original tailor. The word got around somehow ... not only in the former homeland, but also in the capital ... meanwhile the stupid young guy lived there and worked for another of these big companies. So, after work, he slept through the night to write articles - the local gentlemen wanted to learn something - study old tailoring books and alter suits.

Having reached a certain point and moved into a larger apartment within the capital, the stupid young man decided that he could actually give it a try, to pursue his passion for business. One thing was clear to him at the moment of his decision: if he wanted to try it, books would eventually no longer be of any use. He had to get to the epicenter. So he decided to travel to the distant island and visit the masters he idolized. Very intimidated by the histories of the houses—he knew them inside and out; and the fact that he had already gotten lost on the island years before during a cloak-and-dagger operation, advertising at every doorstep in the tailor's mile, didn't exactly diminish his feeling of being in charge—he chatted with the tailors to introduce his local readership to timeless style. Contrary to the stupid young man's assumption, each of the tailors was very friendly and revealed their secrets to him. In particular, the young, stupid guy's biggest idol was incredibly helpful and showed the previously inexperienced guy many tricks and tips.

The young, stupid guy could hardly believe his ears when his idol offered to take him on. The idol would show him everything and he would have to explain that in turn. The young, silly guy - beside himself with joy - went to great lengths and did his very best to introduce the tailor and his refinements. The stupid young fellow was as proud.

During this phase, the young, silly guy accidentally met a bearded man in the capital who, like him, was a fanatical lover of men's fashion. They quickly became friends and the two decided that they had to work together because alone the young dumb guy wouldn't be able to complete his plan. They started making plans.

So they came up with the idea of ​​making a virtue out of necessity, because the reserves of old suits from the golden mile of the young, stupid guy's tailoring were coming to an end. Both of them developed a concept of how they could make their own suits and shirts in the style of the old suits from the aforementioned golden mile. The need for suits became a virtue.

Meanwhile, the young, stupid fellow wanted to write in other languages ​​as well and failed miserably, as a young tortoise, who was his customer at the time, discovered. But the turtle, who was gifted in languages, offered to help the young, stupid fellow and rewrote the young, stupid fellow's articles into other languages ​​so that the gentlemen from the foreign world could also understand him. So it happened at the same time that many other animal helpers wanted to help the young, stupid guy with things he couldn't do - because they firmly believed in his idea of ​​suits in the old style of the golden mile of tailoring and their knowledge of it .

...and so the years flew by for the young, foolish fellow. His idea grew and flourished, because, contrary to the young, foolish fellow's expectations, the gentlemen of the capital increasingly trusted him and his bearded friend, trusting them both in matters of cut and style. The gentlemen of the capital were dressed like the customers of the golden mile of tailoring had once been. The tortoise and his animal friends helped trumpet the message to the world.

(Translation from Koblenz Dialect: "What happens, happens and it is always fine in the end.")

At the moment the young, stupid guy is on his way to continue writing this story, which was unbelievable for the young, stupid guy, together with his friend, the bearded man and the many animals. The goal for the young dumb fellow is that he and his friends will make suits and shirts that will make the lords of the capital shine and for which the tailors of the golden mile will nod approvingly. Whether he will ever become an entrepreneur is written in the stars.