“...The bride, in a veil fluttering in the breeze, covering her face with her hands, stood on the very edge of the bridge, and the groom, who knelt down, lifted the hem of his snow-white dress, bowed to her feet and... Perhaps he began to kiss them? In the ensuing silence I heard a distinct “Hrum-hum-hum...” Without taking my eyes off the original couple, I reached back, came across a can of beer, automatically grabbed it and took two hasty sips. He put the can aside, reached for his backpack, fumbled for binoculars in his pocket... And then the groom recoiled from his doll, smoothly turned around and slid sideways from the bridge into the water...”