For a few seconds, my world stood still this week. Exactly at the moment when I received the message about the death of David Bowie. Shock. Bewilderment. Silence.
I just woke up when I saw the message from a friend on my mobile phone display. I could´t believe it. The whole day I trotted through my apartment and I was just sad. I thought about the time when David Bowie was the center of my life. It was the time when my fellow students and I filmed a coverage about Bowie. The David Bowie exhibition at Martin-Gropius-Bau in Berlin was the reason for our project. We´ve got press tickets and had the opportunity to see the exhibition before the official opening day. David Bowie was already a hero at this time. He did not had to leave, just to become a legend, as in case of other artists before. He retired from public life and had no interest to be in the spotlight. Same thing at the exhibition opening, which made many journalists groaning, disappointed.
Today I walked to the “Hauptstraße” 155 where Bowie used to live between the years 1976 and 1978. It´s hard to imagine Bowie strolling through the streets, at the sight of “Stäti´s”, kebab shops and fitness studios. I remember when we filmed the house and the backyard in hot summer 2014. When we were listening to Bowie songs in countless hours of work, cutting the video. And how we interviewed Bowie-Fans in front of Martin-Gropius-Bau. Everyone of them could tell their own Bowie story.
When I arrive number 155, innumerable flowers lying on the ground in front of the house. Candles burn and pictures of Bowie (with a lot of glitter), poems, drawings and lyrics can be seen. A few people gathered in front of the sea of flowers. Three people just met to lay down some flowers. One of them says: “The young people no longer have an idea who that is”. A few young people just came out of the tattoo studio next door. They carefully walk through the candles, which are placed directly in front of the shop. A man walks by, holding his two children by the hand. They’re asking loudly why there are so much flowers everywhere. The man answers in broken German that some actor or singer died.
I stay there for a few minutes and stare at the picture in front of me. What would Bowie be thinking now? I guess even the whole spectacle about his death probably would have been too much for him. Now he rests in piece and he considered his work. He sees, that it was good.