Not long after we moved into our last guardianship building, an old man moved into the bus stop opposite. First we thought he just liked to drink his beer there because it was a social spot, but as time moved on he seemed to accumulate stuff around him and then suddenly he was always there. My bf worked for he council and found out his name was Musa. I'd called him the old man at the bus stop. I longed to talk to him but I always stopped myself.
At the start he just sat on the little bench, smoked, drunk. People would give him white bread. The weather became colder and wetter. When we realised he was also sleeping there, we saw him every morning cross the road to hide his sleeping stuff in the bin in front of our room. He seemed to never leave the spot anymore. In de coldest months of winter he disappeared. We were hoping he hadn't died and was at a safe space. But summer came and he came back. With more stuff. Very quickly this time he wouldn't even get up anymore. It was heartbreaking to see. A few times we saw ambulance, police or social services standing over him but he never left until one morning we saw he had died.
A Memorial was held and we found out he was known as Princess May Bus stop man.
A Memorial was held and we found out he was known as Princess May Bus stop man.
I was so fascinated by this man but also scared to make human contact. I filmed him instead. I wanted to document his "life" which I know wasn't a depiction of his real life. the life he lived before. Does anyone know?
He reminded me greatly of my grandad who was living in a home somewhere with dementia, I'd been working on a film with him.. these different lives we can live in our one life. I hope they both found peace and were not suffering as much as we viewed them to be.
He reminded me greatly of my grandad who was living in a home somewhere with dementia, I'd been working on a film with him.. these different lives we can live in our one life. I hope they both found peace and were not suffering as much as we viewed them to be.