As of yesterday we are back to living in a visitation zone. A couple of days ago someone fired shots outside the city, and when that happens you know there will be retaliations. Apparently it is not important who goes down, so long as it is on the other gang's turf, and this time a 19 year old high school student paid with his life in Blågårdsgade. Right where I buy my vegetables every day. It just makes me so mad. I refuse to be bullied out of my own neighborhood by gangs, events or heavy police presence. I think it is important to maintain an everyday life here, and not let evil win. So I stopped by the spot to take pictures of all the sweet notes and flowers left behind.
There were about fifteen mourners gathered around the spot when the police pulled up in a big van, five uniformed officers moving alongside approaching the crowd. I tried to figure out what they hoped to gain by this because tension only escalated. One yelled: "you should know that this is only considered a provocation on your part". Another went on with a harder rhetoric: "we are not afraid to die". "You will be sorry for this". Followed by the sound of a couple of heavy stones hitting the police van (uncool!). From bad to ugly in less than five minutes.
I hold the gangs (both sides) responsible for this crap! And I wish they had not succeeded in marking this street as their turf. Poor Blågårdsgade and poor Nørrebro. And my deepest condolences go out to the father who just lost his only son and relative.
You hear about these shootings in the news from time to time, but it was not until I saw all the notes and flowers that the extent of the tragedy fully dawned on me.
So much love from friends and neighbors.
(the break-it-up-guys approach. Not quite fitting for a memorial sight..)