less of them

Mid last year the stalkers became less in number, this had an healthy effect, because there was less stress.
When the weather became more comfy this year there were somewhat more, but still less than the years before.
They didn't get as often so close, maybe because of better health, but still show up constantly.
At christmas a man came up to me, putting one hand demonstrativly at his back, as if he would have a gun there. He moved in a resolute focused way, professional, looked somewhat like a rigthist, also like an agent. This was in the pedestrian zone during daytime, many people around.
A few days before at the same point a man passing me made an acerb sniffing sound towards me, also harassing a granny in front of me. Couldn't see the sniffer, he'd already moved on. An experienced one.
A few days later, also in the pedestrian zone, there was a teenage gang passing me, one of them was very choleric and picked on me. He wanted to intimidate me, stereotypical swearing, then threatened me repeatedly that he would knife me, while putting one hand inside his jacked. But finally they moved on. This looked as if it could have been accidentially.
On the next day some adult people carried on the theme, they had been waiting for me. Seemed they had been told that i would have behaved like the teenagers-instead of them. I did nothing, but then it must have been too odd for them, so nothing happened.
About a week ago there was a child in the park, looked as if he had an accident with his bicycle. The child was lying there, across the backwheel, not as if he'd fallen, more like ordered to bed, he didn't move, was waiting in this uncomfortable position with an absent expression. A woman walked there, picked him up when i was passing. The child was in line of me and the woman, and his body remained straigth while he was pulled with one hand, so it was like a set square or sail. Like a game, but without fun.
In the last time there are often people who just come up to me to look at me, they also suck.
And of course the usual ones, who do gestures, the usual sniffing sound, nosegesture, showing overdone expressions while attached at me. Still often martial artists.

like a gull

When i was standing in line in the cheap supermarket in the early evening of the 19th of may, a man had entered to give me a short direct look into the eyes when passing me, an estimating one.
In the evening, when i was passing a couple that was sitting on a bank in the park, the man explained " he had a thought about how nice(schön) it has been in the past(früher)". Clearly a commenting style. Just when i had passed two sportive fast walking girls were coming towards me, both had shiny chromed dubbells. They were coming towards me again when i was sitting on a bank, when i looked at them one raised her arm, gesticulating, as if the dumbbell would be weightless, despite their look, while explaining to the other that she wants good grades/marks, in a nitpicking way. I asked about the weight, but got no response. Think they belonged to the couple on the bank, and this made a comment, because i do some training now.

In the early morning of the 20th a bicyclist was coming towards me, he touched his face in a smearing way, obviously a gesture, then he looked at me. Seemed the idea was that it comes back to me if i would know that it is a gesture, seemed he wanted to show that he knew that i had just shaved before i left home. He was in his 50ies, had a mustache like those attached to plastic noses. He was in companion of a blonde woman.
In the early evening there was a nosegesturer, a jogging woman who compressed her nostrils with the fingers, like the nosegesturer two days before.
In the late evening i was in a fast food shop next to a petrol-station, the one where a black one had used a refuse bin in front of it as a drum, by hitting it with a jacket or so. I thougth that he was a clerk, and that's just/mostly him. But now the clerks there were hyped, three of the four. It was the way they moved, they did exercise, stop exactly behind another one, so i couldn't see, such. Most obvious was one who was coming towards me when i left, he made little steps, estimating the distance, wanted to unsettle me.

When i was on my way to the laundry in the late afternoon of the 21rst, a bicyclist passed me, he made a gesture with both hands, as if he would have breasts. He had a backpack, maybe this was a plea. Long hair, olive green jacket.
When i was sitting in the park in the early evening, there was a dark bald black man passing on the path ahead. He was wearing a blue jeans-shirt. The next one was a black dressed man who was carrying one of these 2+meter staffs, same as the ones on the 14th. He had shouldered it like medieval soldiers would carry sprears. He did a military greeting, holding a hand at his head. Few steps later he turned his head towards me, gave me a direct look. At the next path he left the park, so he encircled me halfways. Had also a black backpack, was in his 20ies.
The next time i had left home the black one from the park was standing in the parallel street, this was about two hours after i've seen him in the park. He had a look at his bicycle, an athletic man wearing a white t-shirt was coming towards him, then both walked up the street together.

In the afternoon of the 22nd a woman outside was calling a name, one who became a leader has this name.
When i was at the near supermarket, a nosegesturer left, doing his gesture in front of the entrance.
In the afternoon a man with a perambulator was coming towards me, was wearing a grey hooded sweater and demonstrativly took of the hood before passing, to show me that he was shaved bald. He had a resolute and (self)controlled expression. Obviously a rightist. He had a chin-beard, was wearing dark blue synthetic track-pants. Later there were two women standing next to me at a streetcrossing, one was wearing a black t-shirt that showed a white camera-logo, with spools. On the other side of the street there was a man wearing a black t-shirt with a big "scarface-the movie" printing, that also showed a pistol. He was overweighted, but only his torso, he had tattooed lower arms. The women didn't fit to him at all. When i was sitting in the park the children from the 14th started to duel with their rubber-swords and shields next to me. This time they were mostly waving about, as little childs usually do. Exept a few times, when they stopped and then did an coordinated move. They were fencing only for a short time, then both layed down on the grass, but not next to each other. Then got up after a few moments later, seemed laying down was part of their game. They behaved much the opposite as last time. One of the childs left with his family. An adult man said to a little girl that was with him "go to the fatso(Fettwans) with the orange t-shirt". The child with the orange t-shirt was one of the fencers, he wasn't overweighted, it was usually an allusion about the tattood man at the streetcrossing before. Then a man was passing the child in the orange t-shirt, who was now some distace further, and next to him he abruptly turned his head towards him, looked at him as if he would be a thing. He has walked there to do so. Short time later he turned his head at me, in this abrupt way, looking at me directly, he was some distance away. The way he was moving was an exercise, he walked fast and in a mechanical way, he had an obstrusive attitude. A gaunt man, he was dressed in colour similar than i was, he had a beer-bottle, holding it loosely at the neck, moved it once abruptly before he got out of sight.

In the early morning of the 23rd there was a man aping my faceexpression. He stopped with a bicycle at the kiosk, entered and came out when i arrived, looking into my eyes. He immersed in this( as they usually do ), and wanted me to react on this, while beeing assured of his sensibility. He had about my proportions, similar hair, and a t-shirt of the same colour.
When i left the bank in the afternoon, there was a nosegesturer, a girl younger than twenty, on my way to the shopping center there was a sniffer, an grey-haired woman who had passed me with a bicycle before, seemed she felt attractive with the stalking. On my way back there was a nosegesturer at the place, an older man, maybe an artist. They were not focused on me, they were related by timing and their defined symbolism.

When i arrived at the water with my bicycle in the late afternoon of the 24th, a man said "these rightist pigs !", articulating that it seemed to have to do with the traffic, looking to the right. There were only other pedestrians close to him, seemed to be a rightist, and this was ironically to complain that his view isn't so popular. Later a jogger crossed my way, taking a pedestrian underpass. He was gesticulating in a somewhat mazy way that looked like kung fu. A grey-haired sportive man dressed in black.
Also some others that day.

When i was outside in the early afternoon of the 25th, there were twice speakers, one said "boxing". Near the park a bicyclist in his 40ies was coming towards me, he gave me a penetrative look into the eyes when he wasn't already close, then fastly touched his face in the moment i didn't look at him, then holding his hand there as if it would be a thing that was stucked on.
When i was outside in the evening police cars where passing me, at all about a dozen, usually coming from a demonstration. Three of them were parking in front of a petrolstation on the other side of the street, two policemen were standing between them, one was facing this side of the street, had a wider stance. When i was in line of him he explained " i don't have to know that, i shrug about it". Near the park two bigger athletic joggers were passing me, one explained "i've also trained there". And back in the street here a girl with a cellphone said in english "i keep it up", pronounciating it that it also sounded like "aiki-do", the first very clearly.
When i was at a petrolstation at midnight there was a man standing on the market place, he'd placed beer in front of him and was singing "i love my mind", in english. Not for himself, for an "audience", wich was me then. Maybe late 30ies, was wearing an orange sweater.

I was at this petrolstation again, at about 3am on the 26th, the man who had sung and another one were standing at the station, loudly repeating that they have been in prison, and pronounciating the name of that near town in an overdone stupid way, as if they had a competition about it.
When i left home in the late afternoon, two girls, maybe ten years, were sitting on the box for the refuse bins, one was drumming with a leg against the metal door, maybe to the rhythm from a walkman. When i had passed she said "hello", i turned around and she asked if i would have a ***. I was at the near supermarket, on my way back i heared a louder clicking noise behind me, i turned around, seemed the bicyclist was the one who has been my aikido-teacher here, till a good seven years ago. The noise was from shifting, and a car coming from the sidestreet had stopped, it looked a little awkward, maybe it was close.
When i was outside in the evening a man with cellphone who passed in front of me said "hasn't it been that difficult ?". This was near the kung-fu-school, i went round it because i remember a door-hinge like moving actor, and some of them in the park, such. With the timing i had to get close to the one with the cellphone( this was were also the shifting bicyclist had been ).
At night i passed a near pub/restaurant, there were two waiters cleaning up desks and chairs, a man and a woman. The man said something like "lazy bastard"( direct translation : foul bag) when i had passed, i was already short distance away, but because this couldn't have been adressed to the waitress( because female ) this must have been aimed at me. With this he carryed on the girls in the afternoon: foul->sitting on refuse box / (ball)bag->***.

In the early morning of the 27th, on my way to the baker, i was passing a couple that was standing in an entrance, holding each other, they wanted me to get it that they were fiddling around. On my way back the man said "i protect you" to the woman.
In the afternoon i was passing a man who was scolding a little child, that going to the medic would be more important than going into the forest and kindergarten. He was wearing a t-shirt with a printing, the way it was done had similarity to a picture i showed a friend via mail. On the t-shirt there was also an abbreviation and the word "germany"( in english ) printed. An athletic man, the child was wearing an orange jacket. I still had to contact a medic for the result of a checkup, so maybe this should show that they are superior to me as to a child.
When i left home in the evening, there was a black man on the streetcrossing here. He had a full beard and already grey hair, was wearing a dark blue trechcoat and a yellow turtleneck. He was the one who was at the streetcrossing here on the 1rst of april, on the 6th of april they had one who was also wearing such a coat, had also a fullbeard, but was younger. So i thought they would be the same person, and that i first estimated the age wrong, and now they showed that these were different persons. When i was some distance street up now i turned around, the man then looked at his watch with a wide movement of his arm. At the park a man was looking at me as if he would know me, like greeting, a black dressed one with black hair and pale skin. Near a streetcrossing there were twice men who also looked at me that way, some of their clothing was military. Maybe a left-right-theme.
In the late evening/at night near a petrolstation there was a nosegesturer, doing his gesture that maybe it should look like a deal. Long hair, dressed like a metal-fan. When i was at a doner there were two men in front of me, one was wearing a sweatshirt with a "sicherheit" printed on it. Seemed he was one of the security-men in the park at the 13th. The other one was wearing camouflage-pants. "sicherheit" wanted to buy a bottle of wodka, but didn't have enough money, wanted to pay some later. Also two policemen entered. When they passed me outside one said "he has conked out" after looking at me, to the other one, not loud. Maybe a joke.

When i left the baker in the early morning of the 28th, a black dressed man was coming towards me, seemed to be one of them with the timing. A bigger stronger one, looked like a rightist.
In the early evening, on my way to the near supermarket, i passed two boys, not older than ten. One was wearing a black t-shirt embroidered with a big golden winged crown and the writing "big buddhas gold" on the back. They also entered the supermarket. In the morning i showed online that i had enough of buddhism. At the park there was a nosegesturer, a man came out of an entrance. In his 40ies, sportive clothing. I was bicycling, later i passed a bearded man who openly was peeing between parking cars.

When i was at the cheap supermarket in the afternoon of the 29th, one till closed, so i had to stand in line at their clerk. The clerk who left his till had energetically closed the cigarettes-case while looking towards me, so it seemed this was intentionally. Their clerk was slightly loaded but restrained, a balanced composition.
In the late afternoon some people were looking at me, discontented and estimating, lefties. When i had left the park a bicyclist gave me a defined look. On the other side of the street there was a black girl, i think a teenager, waiting, maybe this was part of the timing. The man seemed to be a rightist, was wearing black sunglasses. Back in the street here a girl from a group of kids loudly explained that she would have her period, think she wasn't older than ten, didn't sound as if she would know what this would be. Had some similarity to the girls from the 26th.
In the evening i passed an older couple that was standing in an entrance, the bearded man had similarity to the peeing one from the previous day, he explained in a somewhat compressed way " and then he's coming out there".

On the 30th on my way to the near supermarket there was a nosegesturer, a woman in her 50ies. When i was standing in line a clerk passed me, he then looked at me, seemed this had something to say. One of the clerks there was once doing an exercise with a boxcutter, close to my neck, when i was passing, but it's too long ago, not sure what he looked like. I think this one now has passed me without making noise, standing in line at the other till there was a man touching his nose, i was looking at him, wasn't sure if he was one of them.
When i had left home in the early evening, a younger black man crossed the street to pass me with a shirty expression. I was bicycling, at a streetcrossing another bicyclist made a nosegesture before a police car turned in between us. The man had black sunglasses, certainly should look like deal. At another stretcrossing a man was waiting at the other side, he was all the time touching his face, usually the nose, in a neurotic way. Then another man stood next to him and did so also. I had one hand at the hip, he was aping me, putting both hands at the hip, it was too nasty, i took it off, he won. Both had dark blue sweatshirt and khaki shorts, like an uniform. At the end, before green light, a younger man wearing work-clothing stopped at another side, also started to touch his nose. The first was slender and had darker complexion, te second one black sunglasses and a roundish short-haired head, maybe he'd stalked me before. Not much later a black dressed man with flight jacket and long hair and darker complexion, maybe turkish, was coming towards me, looked at me as if this would have something to say. Maybe he had to go there. In front of the railwaystation a black dressed man was coming towards me, passed me closely. He had an athoritative expression, a watchmen-figure, patrolling. He had embroidered golden wings on his basecap, similar to the t-shirt of the child two days before, black sunglasses, a black poloshirt with a small rectangular label on the breast. At the end there was one more nosegesturer, seemed this was something cool for him, he was wearing a grey hooded sweater, hood one, had a chin-beard, shorts. While they still do less then usual, now they had about a dozen within less than an hour.
When i passed at a restaurant/pub( same as on the 26th ), there was a big blonde man looked at me, sitting among others in front of it, i also looked at him, this wasn't special, just as one lookes at people. A man at another desk said a censuring "na !" to make it awkward, and a woman behind me added a "new model ?!". Near a petrolstation a woman behind me, didn't see her before, commented a " and then i was walking". Seemed this was with the idea that her words should be like my thoughts.

After i had bought me a coffee at the railwaystation between 4 and 5 am of the 31rst, a man and a woman were coming towards me. The man said something, sounded like "did you ever kiss a man", they were still some distance away. They didn't fit to each other, the woman was dressed in white, the man had dark long curly hair, black leather vest and a snow-camouflage sweater, a studdet belt. The woman was obviously adult, the man too, older than 30, so the question sounded really odd. But they walked there normally. His accentuation had similarity to the beheaded one from the sin-city-movie( last weekend on tv ), so it seemed to be acting.
When i had left home in the evening there was a nosegesturer at the end of the street here, a neat man wearing a suit, open jacket, no tie. Seemed he was slightly happy for beeing so smart. About 30 years. He was followed by a woman , maybe late 40ies, who had watched this. At about that point where the kiss-talker had been, on the other side of the street, a passed two men, one explained " and then he'd harassed her". Darker complexion, maybe turkish, late 40ies. At the water there were three people with inline-skates, two girls in their 20ies and a man who was older, in his 40ies. He showed his skating-skills, fastly hopping-walking and repeatedly turning around, then driving backwards. Then he looked at me in an expecting way, seemed he was there to impress me. When i had passed he explained that it would be the best when one is learning driving on a single leg.

In the early morning of the 1rst of june a man was coming towards me, he had his arms somewhat spread and tensioned, in his right, to my side, he was holding a black billfold. Black shorter hair, athletic, wearing shorts. Maybe he'd stalked me before, they have some who look like that.
On my way back from the fleamarket in the morning a couple was walking in front of me. The man recognized me, stepped to the side, and said an assertive thanks when i passed. A bigger man, in his 20ies, wearing dark clothing. Somewhat square expression.
At noon a woman some distance behind me clearly said towards my direction "did you freeze". I was at a river, there a man with tensioned arms was coming towards me, wich had similarity to the first one today, but moved them while walking, not naturally swung, the arms had priority. He had his hands stretched, his expression had some similarity to the couple in the morning. Maybe a rightist, a stronger man, short haire/bald, white plaid shirt, blue track pants, maybe 40 years. On my way back, when i was sitting at the fleamarket for a moment, there was a slender teenage girl standing at a near car. She had a snakey-S-posture, with her spine, legs, all the body, stood there, seemed to be immersed. When i passed then and looked at her immediatly a resolute man was coming towards me, he had one stiff leg, this was usually a sexual accusation, so the girl had taken the shapey posture to attract attention. He was wearing wide flashy patterned clothing of orange colour, kind of pop buddhist samurai dress.
Also some were i wasn't sure if they were from them that day.

When i arrived at the near supermarket in the morning of the 2nd, a man aping my body posture came out. He had a slightly cattish expression with this, in his 20ies, somehow remindet me the first one from the day before. In the supermarket an older man some distance in front of me fastly turned around towards me( was no one else near ), then continued in his former direction. He made scuffling noise while doing so, an upset disgusted expression.
When i entered a petrol station late at night i didn't see the clerk first, he stood behind a shelf at the till without moving at all, showed up when i came closer.

In the evening of the 3rd there was a man with an authoritarian expression that is typically for them in the bank, when he left a man entered who made a short sniffing noise. The first was a grey-haired athletic one, their clothing had similar dimensions, but other colour. When i was sitting in a park for a short time, a man passing on the next path picked up a crow-feather and was sweeping it below his nose. Bald, was carrying a cotton bag, maybe filled with empty bottles.
On my way to a petrolstation late at night a man and a girl on bicycle were crossing a street, they were loudly talking, it caused some hall and sounded similar to gulls. Then they made a comment, only a sillaby, it worked. They turned at the streetcrossing, then were passing me, followed by a long-haired bicyclist who looked at me in an expecting way. At the petrolstation i dropped money and was searching it looking below the counter, a man with a fullbeard explaind to the clerk "one hasn't to be mad-...but sometimes it makes it easier". He had similarity to the peeing one from the 28th.

Mostly still less than normally, have described most.
Situation with neighbour is also less taxing, seemes to be kind of exponential bonus.

parkbank

When i had entered the park in the afternoon of the 5th of may, two sunglassed women with a dog came towards me, one explained that one( "you" )would have to decided oneself what is good. So this time instead of the accusing idea they ironically decided for an appealing one. Short time later a man on a bicycle came towards me, he was wearing a t-shirt of the same red as the last ones the day before. He looked at me.
In the late afternoon a dark black man was coming towards me when i had crossed the near bigger street. He was walking on the pavement of the sidestreet, i was on the street. After he'd passed he tipped at his cheek, as if he would signalize someone on the other side of the street, this had similarity to the first one on the 3rd. This one now was dressed in black, black sunglasses, white jacket and a shoulder bag similar to mine. Later there was a little black girl running in the middle of the pavement when i crossed the street. With the timing it could have been a presentation, i decided to walk on the street. There was also a bald dark black man waiting at the bus-stop there, and at the end of the street there was one of the three blacks from the 18th of april, so it seemed i estimated the situation as it was. He was usually hoping for a plea to claim that he'd been provoked. This time he was wearing a green sweatshirt. When i was sitting in the park someone loudly yelled a part of the name of the "federal state"(Bundesland), seemed it was one from a group teenage soccer-players. Then they came across all the meadow, seemed they were pissing into the bushes not far away, standing all next to each other, exept one of them, who started to target them with a ball. They could have done so where they were playing, there was no reason. Later they came again across the meadow, standing next to each other, to let one of them kick their butts with the ball. He then missed them widely.
In the evening there were some people looking at me, and there was a nosegesturer on the low bridge, maybe they really told him he could buy at me.

At about 4am of the 6th someone outside made a loud hissing noise, then he came down the street with a clattering bicycle, no air in the tires.
When i was at the cheap supermarket in the evening, there was the dog from the railwaystation on the 4th in front of the door. He was able to move normally, despite this pinkish thing was hanging at it's genitalia. This time it looked wet, the last time it looked dry, i think also bigger, maybe this has influence on this. It looked as if the dog would have followed anybody who would had allowed it. A man who was coming from the side arrived directly before me at the door, he said " is it allowed to get in"( "darf der rein" ), as if the dog would be mine, despite the dog was obviously waiting for someone inside. A joke about the dog's disease. Inside the shop there was the bald man from inside the railwaystation on the 4th, when i passed he turned around and excused, as if he was waiting to do so. Outside i was waiting till he left the shop, he took the dog with him. I asked him if he'd been at a veterinary with the dog, he answered "yes".
After i had passed some common rightist skinheads in the inner city in the evening, a man at a stand said really loudly "a mafiosi", an other one answered something like: goth-punk( gruftpunk ). Seemed this was kind of fun. On my way back the black one with the green shirt from the day before passed me.
In the late evening there were two young men behind me on the low bridge, one of them was black. One of them was loudly shouting something, didn't understand. The last days were healthy, maybe they wanted to do something else but i was walking faster than they expected. In front of a shopping centre a man was directly coming towards me from the side, have seen him lately because of a column. He slowed down lately, obviously he wanted to unsettle me. He then blistered his cheeks somewhat, he was much bigger than me, in his 40ies. Maybe he hoped that i would stumble but had no further instructions.

When i was at home at about 2:30am of the 7th there were some men standing at the next streetcrossing, one complained "where he got this from".
When i had entered the park at noon, a somewhat conservatively couple was coming towards me, the man explained "one always has to enter through the nose"( "man muss immer durch die Nase reingehen" ). When i was at the big meadow the black Obi was standing in front of the takeaway-hut and yelled across the meadow, holding both hands at his mouth. Much like his "Ausländer" from the 1rst of april, but without consonantes, so it also blends with the shout from two days before in the park, wich was also near the hut. Someone on the meadow replied "idiot". Then Obi showed that he'd been taught aikido, a basic move to the left and the rigth, and before this a specially deep-stance version of it, then he sat down at a table and was looking across the meadow. So he's marked territory and exercise as theirs. Near me there were some people playing with a ball, a man explained "i still have these conditioneerings, actually i could try it, but then i would get healthier", a girl who was with him laughed, seemed the acting sounded odd to her. When lots of young people with javelins were crossing the park, Obi walked to them and offered his staff for barter. Must have been the classes of a year of a near school, they were all holding their javelins vertically, so it looked like a procession. Few had a handball instead of this. Don't know why they don't put them all into a car. And why everyone needs his own javelin.
When i was bicycling in the direction of the near bank in the late afternoon, a blue police-car passed me, with blue-lights and siren on. It stopped at the near bank, when i arrived a somewhat shirty woman at a car that was parking in front of the bank explained to the police that she would carry on now, a policeman responded that she shouldn't chat him up. While they were talking a green police-bus passed in the other direction of the police-car. I asked a woman what had happened there, she answered that this has been because parking wasn't allowed there, but wondered herself. It's not uncommon that cars are parking there, and there are no signs about it. I got back home.
I got out again, few minutes later. Now there was a green police-bus parking at the streetcrossing here. I was at the near supermarket, on my way back a man on a bicycle came towards me, he repeatedly looked at his crotch. He was shaved bald, had a dark basecap and a dark green sweatshirt. At the streetcrossing now two police-men were getting someone they had arrested into the bus.
When i was standing in line in a supermarket in the early evening, a man entered who looked somewhat like a rightist. I wasn't sure, maybe this was just fashion, he looked at me and blinked an it's-o.k. Then a rigthist entered, he looked at me in a similar way, but obviously rigthist, he was happy, because he knew that the first one had irritated me. The first had a camouflage-basecap, the second one camouflage-pants, a heavy-build skinhead.
I thougth it would be a good idea to get drunk, emptied a bottle of vine, then at night i bougth me a small one at a petrolstation and got into the park. I kicked a few times against a bank at the water( wich wasn't specially loud, compared to others that were on the meadow ), then laid down on the ground and watched the stars. Soon a man came towards me with loud shuffling steps, half marching, half jogging, like a football-player. So i got up, the charger passed me, a good idea to get off his rails, he showed no reaction, despite it was dark and he was close. A weigth-trained man, dressed in black, on the left side of his hip he had an metal item, could have been a short thermos flask. I wondered if he had been waiting till i laid down, or if this was about kicking the bank. Usually the first, but to find out i delievered a noisy kick against the bank. Nothing happened. I moved on and sat on another bank in the park, at the big meadow( not close or in sight of the first one ). Near me there was a group of younger people, talking some silly stuff, seemed to be drunk. A dark dressed patrolling younger man passed me, his walking style was patrolling, and he seemed to be concentrating to convince himself that this would be normally. One from the group came towards me, sat next to me to have a drink with me. He was first greeting normally, but soon it became an interrogation. I said that i life near, he wanted to know exactly. He offered me numbered categories i should fit in. He was like programmed, consistently talking fast and with pressure. He wanted me to justify for sitting in the park at 2am( wich was wrong by 2 hours ). I told him that i would be a policeman, wich was obviously a joke, because i already mentioned the police at the bank( in the late afternoon ) when he told me he would become a banker soon, and explained it in a silly way now. But he was serious about it, told me that he would know policemen, and complained about my hair. Behind us there was a hidden listener in the bushes, who rustled once very obviously( also possible that he wanted to get closer, but was too noisy ). There was also one more patrolling man while we were talking, similar to the first, also coming from the same direction. Both didn't irritate my interlocutor at all, perhaps he knew them. Now he wanted me to do forty push-ups( just no ), then explained that he was doing thaiboxing. He told me that he could beat me up easily, i would have no chance. He was nearly 1,90m tall and about 20kg heavier than me( he named his height&weight ). He repeatdly showed his fast punch, of course to the front, not towards me, always slapping his bizeps with his hand while punching, for some noise. I said that martial artists would be too agressive and asked him if it wouldn't be strange to sit down in a dark park next to someone to tell him that he could got beaten up. He was on his mission, it didn't get through. It was too consistent. He was talking loudly and all the time his shoulder had contact with mine. Finally he explained that he could "read my body". He then looked at me, everywhere, legs, as if i would be one big letter, then told me my handedness because of my cigarette. So this was it now, hello, interrogation, physical honk, body reading. I got a gulp from his bottle and he goodbyed, added that i would positivly know him now. Thanks to the vine for helping me through the programm.

When i was outside the next time, at noon of the 8th, a sportive taller man was coming towards me, he looked at me and had a shirty expression. He was shaved bald, was wearing a finely plaid shirt. Could have to do with the one on the bank the day before.
Some people were looking at me that day, but nothing real. I think this was because the last one the day before was too obvious, maybe he'd been talking too much.
When i was at a fast food shop at night, the one where the black one was using a bin as a drum by hitting it with a jacket or so, the female clerk there didn't look at me, but was speaking normally. She was constantly looking somewhere next to me, as if i would be standing there. Then another clerk came near the till, just stood there and looked into nowhere, without moving the eyes, kind of meditation, the expression was similar to the other clerk, but more ostentatious. A darker man with mustache, have seen him before there.

On my way to the cheap supermarket at noon of the 9th, in front of the petrolstation there was a man who had some similarity to me coming towards me. He had about my proportions, was obviously dressed much the same, he had a cup of coffee. When i was standing in line in the supermarket, outside someone with dyed hair was passing, i've described him on the 5th of march, confused him with another one( didn't see his face then ), because they made a theme that days. I think this one had also been under their influence, i remember a conversation that became odd, more than ten years ago. I think the one waiting in line in front of me could have been a martial artist, maybe late 40ies, behaved normally, but somehow had the feeling he had a look at me while the one was passing outside.
In the afternoon i passed a small demonstration, the weather was fine, so why not complain, a holy reason lasts forever. At the end of the place a group of people arrived, they spread, were walking all next to each other, conservatively people wearing suits, open jackets, they looked like old musical. A woman of them explained "ah, a demonstration !", maybe the only demonstration that could make sense would be one against demonstrations in general( i don't agree with the demonstrators there, but with the timing the group now wanted to comment ).
In the evening near the water i heared a beeping sound that was much like the miniature-version of an ambulance siren. I couldn't find out what the source was, it had some similarity to a car-alarm. Then i heared the siren of a real ambulance, it was a good distance away, was coming towards my direction and passed me near the miniature-siren( this was near the arts hall at about 10pm ).
When i arrived at the park at midnight, two people were coming towards me, one explained to the other "untouchable"( "unberührbar" ), the other one seemed to disagree with the acting.
So this was also a really calm day.

When i was outside in the morning, the early afternoon and the afternoon of the 10th, there was a bald shaved or short haired man each who looked at me, the first seemed to be martial artists, the third wasn't close, could have been a rightist. The first were estimating, the last nasty dominating.
When i was outside in the late afternoon, there was the interrogating one from two days before standing on the meadow in the park, at the point where he was coming from. He now was wearing a black t-shirt, he turned his back towards me to show me the big red "saw III"-printing on the back, obviously this should have a meaning. When i arrived back in the evening, near the park two men on bicycles passed behind me, one explained that "he" would have two teachers, and that this would really have an effect (" da kommt ooordendlich was zusammen ").
When i was at home someone outside explained that he wouldn't need training because he would be god, and then that he would walk away/carry on( "ich gehe dann mal" ). So my healthy walking makes a blasphemic provocation to them.
Again a calm day.

When i was outside in the afternoon of the 11th, there were several black dressed people were i think they had been told to show up. At the water there was a nosegesturer with inline-skates, the way that it looked as if this should make a communication with me. He was wearing a khaki basecap and 3/4shorts, a flashy green t-shirt, sunglasses. At the streetcrossing in the pedestrian zone there was one more nosegesturer, a black dressed woman with a bicycle, looked like a coordination-exercise.

I was at the railwaystation in the early morning of the 12th, when i left it a man came out of a baker, stood in the entrance, and rotatet demonstratively his shoulder, was also holding his arm higher and sidewards, a haymaker-move. He was shaved bald, was wearing a black sweatshirt with a silver flame-decoration, looked like a hooligan or so, someone who likes to get brute.
When i entered the park in the early evening, two men on bicycles passed me, one clearly explained in english "there is fire in the air, i hear drums", sounded somewhat as if he would be reading from a book. Think they were at least in their late 40ies, they were wearing both t-shirts of the favourite blue colour, one had a bike trailer for children, of yellow colour. Some people on the meadow allusively made comments that said that they didn't want me there or that they knew a leader.

When i was bicycling at the park past midnight, on the 13th, a heared a screaming girl, she was extremely loud. I called a "hello" in that direction, short time later she screamed again, as before, as loud as possible. I arrived at two teenagers, a boy and a girl. The girl had screamed, they said that this has been because of a rat, the boy signalized that it had passed in front of their feet. The boy had a cellphone, was writing something. Won't wonder if the girl had just screamed to show how loud she could be, because it was twice the same.
At noon a gesturer passed me, near where the screaming girl had been, he pointed at his cheek. An old man with a bicycle, orderly dressed with khaki vest and pants of the same colour, blue shirt.
In the afternoon there was a straightforward-walker coming towards me near the park, so i had to step to the side. He had his left hand in his pocket, the elbow to my side out as much as possible, concentrated on not reacting and looking cool, keeping upright posture. An atlethic man, taller than me, geled back dark hair, mirrored sunglasses, black rockabilly shirt with two thin white stripes.
In the late afternoon a man was coming towards me, he looked at me and shrugged while turning his upper body, and with this he swung his especially loose arms. So this was an body exercise, and also if he would signalize at me, he had an expression as if he would know me. He was wearing a hooded sweater, hood on. This was close to an apothecary i entered. On my way to it there have been two other men with specially sloppy expressions, but all had different ones.
I was at the apothecary again, not much later, wanted to ask something, now a young man with sunglasses, wearing a black hooded sweater, was standing in front of it, he didn't move and had a slightly hunched posture, tensioned, as if he would be leaning against something.
When i arrived at the park in the evening, there was a bicyclist who admonished other bicyclists that they had no ligths. Three of those coming towards him had none, he told it each of them, like a police-robot. In contrast to his square attitude he was dressed somewhat punkish. When i was at at the playground in the park, soon two people with flashlights were coming towards me. They were wearing uniforms, but i couldn't see it in detail, because of the lights. One asked me if i had seen a running man in white pants. Didn't see one, they asked some young people on the playground, i moved on. They were all the time searching the playground with their flashlights, the bushes there, i wondered, no runner could be that slow. I returned, they were just leaving, now in companion of a third one. The two were no police, they were private security. They said they were searching for a dealer. The third person was a drunk woman, usually an alcoholic, she asked them if they would still need her support. When i moved on one of the security said "der ist zu", wich would mean : spaced out.

When i was sitting in front of a supermarket in the early afternoon on the 14th, a man with gaunt strong arms picked up a desk lamp that was standing on the pavement near me. I had a snack, then i walked to the refuse bin next to the entrance of the shop. When i was throwing the packeging into the bin a man came out of the shop, stood close in front of me and asked me if i had just found 50€. This was usually one of them, seemed he had been waiting till i arrived at the bin, i hadn't been standing there or picked up something. And it carryed on with the lamp. I asked him if i would say so if i did. He answered that hardly anyone would be that honest, turned around and walked away without looking there himself. He was shaved bald, an athletic man in his 20ies, flat cap, sweatshirt with wide stripes. Usually a lefty.
When i arrived in the park in the afternoon, there were two boys attacking bushes and flowers with short metal sticks. Not much older than 10 years, the sticks had parry hilts and hangers for the hands, telescopic sticks, seemed to be lighter ones. The kids were using them systematically, looked as if they had instructions for this. They passed me. When i was sitting on the meadow there have been two small children, enthusiastically fencing with rubber swords, shield and staff, sometimes it almost looked like playful training. The black Obi was there with a group of younger people. This time he was wearing a vest that showed a cannabis leaf on the back, and his white clothing. He had an exhibition fight with one of his companions, most the time he moved in a dancing way, like a clown. This had priority, and was like a plea for presenting some moves in between, a kick for example. Both were not really attached to each other, Obi ignored attacks, most was just these two rotating around each other. So it wasn't like training, it was again to show that he'd been trained. There was one more child with rubber sword and shield, coming across the meadow to join the others. Obi walked also there, picked up a rubber sword, then threw it away like a frisbee. He was shouting some instructions at the children, in english and another language. One word was "aikido", he repeated this, then twice or thrice again, but he isolated the "ai" and changed the other to "kito", maybe a joke because of the similarity to "kita", wich is german for a facility for children. The children showed no interest for this, so this was also just for show.
In the evening near the university a black bicyclist passed on the other side of the street, he had a long staff, at least 2m . Then there was a man wich such a staff, again without wrapping or bag, on the other side of a streetcrossing, he walked parallel to me for a while, till he arrived at a school. Then the black one was coming from the other direction, now walking.
When i was at the bank at night there was a nosegesturer, a man wearing an ambulance-jacket, without a printing on it.

In the early evening of the 15th one of two people sitting near the low bridge said "he doesn't look like disco" when i passed them. Seemed they expected me to look like this. There had been some people who looked like this, for example white clothing geled hair, mirrored sunglasses. Also people who looked at me, one was a weight-trained shaved bald man on a bicycle.
When i was outside at night there were some people who seemed to have a reason to show up, three times there were men who had the same walking style and expression, looked serious, maybe late 40ies, two had darker complexion. Once a young man passed me, he was walking as if he just wanted to beat someone up, as if he would be already in a fight. He had his elbows higher and to the sides, moved in a stomping way, and once stomped on the ground when he'd passed me, for a rubber-like hoofed noise. He had looked at me from the corner of his eye, he had blonde curly hair and was of heavier build, strong arms, but had a fine face in contrast to this. The way he moved looked escrima-like, maybe the older men had also to do with martial arts. Also some others this time. Last ones were two men, lefties, near a petrol-station, one loudly explained laughing "three lines cokain, but then both even had their periods at the same time".

In the afternoon of the 16th i passed two men, one was painting a wall, the other one, an older men, was standing on the other side of the pavement and sayd "but the beautiful hair", then turned at me and added "but how is one doing"( don't know better translation "aber was man nicht alles macht", just to say something towards me, should sound knowing ).
In the late afternoon there was a sniffer at a streetcrossing, a granny. Have seen their clerk in the cheap supermarket, but he did nothing.
In the early evening the one i mentioned on the 9th was standing next to me at a streetcrossing. So the comment in the afternoon seemed to be about this confusion. In the pedestrian zone an older man who looked into my eyes was coming towards me. He had specially direct eyes, a meditation, like eye-presentation. Was walking slowly and had an upright posture, had some similarity to the three men the day before.

When i got outside in the evening of the 17th, the coughing man from the 29th of april/3rd of may was on the other side of the street, coughed loudly, so i noticed him. He had a beer crate, he entered the opposite entrance.
When i was at a petrol-station at midnight, there were three drunken young people in line of me, it took a while. While i was waiting two men arrived, standing next to me one explained, as if this would be conversation with the other one "my brain is somewhere around the corner, brrr bambambam, that's how it works, that way he's standing there". Mine often feels like that, but now it was ok, fortunatly. When i picked up my beer he asked in my direction if he could have a drink/beer( "gibst du mir einen aus" ). Athletic man, wearing a red sweatshirt with big dc-logo, pirced lower lip.

When i passed the railwaystation in the afternoon of the 18th, a black man with long rastas said something with "trouble"( "Ärger" ). He'd crossed the street when i had been coming closer, so it seemed he wanted to stand there when i pass. When i was sitting on a bank at the water a bicyclist stopped near to me, putting one feet on the next bank. While sitting on his cycle he made a clear sniffing noise towards me, waited a while for some surveillance-feeling, then moved on. Had black sunglasses. On the low bridge two dark black men with rastas were coming towards me, maybe late 40ies, they looked directly into my eyes, i looked to the side/on the ground. One said a word, sounded like "biuino", seemed to be an appellation for me. Later i passed a younger couple at a car, the man clearly sayd "nazi-emazi" when i passed.
In the late afternoon there was a nosegesturer in the inner city, he came out of a cafe and set in front of me, so i had to slow down. He compressed his nostrils with the fingers of his right hand, as if he wanted to dive, then turned his head to the side, to show me. He was holding his nose for a while, a somewhat heavier darker man, maybe turkish, wearing synthetic track-clothing, conforming jacket and pants, sneakers, maybe late 30ies. Two times a woman somewhere behind me, at a bigger distance, clearly said "this would be an alternative"( in the meaning of option "das wäre eine Alternative" ).

Since the 7th there were less than most the time.

some left/right

When i was in the park in the afternoon of the 22nd, the one who yelled "ausländer" on the first of april arrived on the meadow, in companion of another man. They walked to about the place where the ones with the barbecue have been the day before. They had a dog with them. The black one(shouter) was again wearing his white kaftan and trousers, and now a coat wich makes him look like obi ben kenobi, and a dark cap. He had a stick with him, he used it as a walking stick, seemes to be one of those i did exercise with about eight years ago. He put it down on the ground, then the two men were facing each other, and obi delievered a series of fast blows to the others face, without hitting of course, an exercise, the other one leaned back. Now obi gave him a big hug, friendly with ostentation, immediatly after the punches, that it seemed to be part of the exercise. Some others joined them, sat down there, but two stood there with bigger distance to each other. Obi walked to both of them, put something in their hands and closed them, this obviously had a deeper meaning. Moved all the time this chi-way, and also turned around to make his coat rotate, that it looked sufi-like. When i left the park a woman with a dog tipped at her nose and made a sniffing noise. Short distance behind them a couple was following, the sunglassed woman said "only a small one"( "nur ein kleiner" ), they acted as witnesses, the sniffer/gesturer should have proofed that i would be a dealer. When i arrived at the streetcrossing here there was one more sniffer, he was a bigger/stronger one, wearing a bandana and camouflage pants, had a dog with him. On the other side of the street there was a man walking parallel to him, he had the same face expression. With the timing i passed directly in front of him. This one was about late 40ies, the first one younger than him. Looked like dealers. Their formation reminded me the black ones from the 18th.
The next time i was outside i was at the cheap supermarket. When i was standing in line their trained clerk entered the market at the empty other till, he gave me a look. I haven't seen him there for some time, his expression has changed. Looked as if a new layer has been added, still focused and hostile, but now with more control. He was once posing with a mop, they had taugth him exercise for a such a staff as obi put on the ground.
When i crossed a wider streetcrossing in the evening a sniffer on a bicycle passed me twice, he had turned around and did the same noise both times. He was wearing a track-jacket of their favourite blue, with a black&white double-stripe on the sleeves.

When i entered the park at noon of the 23rd, a nosegesturer passed me, where the day before the one with the witness-couple has been. The gesturer now was an older man, and when he did so another man on the encircling way behind the bushes commendatorily explained "... is such a beautiful surname"( "... ist ja so ein schöner Nachname !" ). This name was the alias of one of the leaders, except one letter. When i was sitting in the park three people, two men and a woman, stopped on the meadow, they had two dogs with them, they started to play. A man repeatedly called his dog, then the woman did once also, but clearly added one letter, so it became the nickname of someone who had been my neighbour once. When i had left the park there was a man with a child where the first name-sayer has been, he said "this really sucks"( "das geht mir auf den Sack" ). Maybe criticism about the first one.
In the afternoon the one in black with fedora-hat and sunglasses from two days before passed me at the water, not much later there were speakers, second speaker carryed on the first one and was posing like a watchman, had sunglasses, this was at the low bridge. At the end someone in front of the near record-shop condemning shaked his head after i had looked at a girl, demonstrative surveillance. He had similarity to a bearded older martial-arts-teacher i had described before.
In the evening i was at a petrolstation. In the park there have been many people, but they didn't spread as they do normally, instead they were all in the lower half of the meadow, as if an invisible line would have been drawn with a ruler. There was a bigger group where obi has been the day before, one of them was holding up a hand, while another one repreatedly was punching it, for a slapping noise. Obi was standing with some other people on the other side of the path. Near the petrol-station there were two men, one made a comment, obviously a sexual context, they knew what i've been doing before i left home. Maybe rigthists. On my way back a woman looked to the side as if i would have hurt her, then an older woman on a bicycle, wearing an orange jacket, made a subliminally hostile sniffing noise.
In the evening an older man demonstrativly made two shuffling steps when passing me.
At nigth the only car i've seen on my way to a petrol-station was a police-car. In front of the station there was an ambulance, and the customer inside the station was wearing an uniform, dark blue with red-bordered silverish epaulets.

In the morning of the 24th i was at the medic i have described before. At the shopping centre the black-dressed one with fedora-hat and sunglasses passed me, a mascot for surveillance. They like it when it lookes cheap. Possible that they used another one this time, think he was more gaunt, but i'm not sure. An unshaved older man with grey hair. I sat down on a bank in front of the shopping-centre, soon a jogging athlete passed me, maybe i once knew him from training. Near home a man with long dark hair, wearing a camouflage jacket, was aping my health-problems.
In the afternoon a man on a bicycle followed me, he had a cellphone and said "blabla medic blablabla"( "b...Hausarzt...b" ), some bla's, he really said bla, maybe also rababa.
When i was outside in the evening there were two men standing in front of the revolving-door of the shopping centre. A black one was standing directly in front of it, with his back towards the door, he explained "i'm not doing this any more"( "das mache ich nicht mehr" ). The other one, an older man wearing an orange jacket, explained "you are too old for this"( meaning that he shouldn't continue something stupid "bist du aus dem Alter raus" ). They were speaking consistend articulated, acting. I entered the door, on the other side of the centre street up a black man gave me a look when he was in the middle of it, for the certain high-noon-feeling. One of their dark bald ones. Maybe they wanted to make a comment about the medic, there have been black women, and there was nothing special.

When i was on my way to the cheap supermarket at noon of the 25th, near the shop three people passed me. All dressed in black and white, a woman with long black hair and two men. The man in the middle mumbled "you are fortunate-the foreigners"( in the meaning that the f. could have done something "Glück gehabt-die Ausländer" ), when next to me, using the woman as a plea to speak in my direction. Sounded stupid. On my way back near home a bald black man wearing an especially well fitting black suit passed me, he was an archetype of severity.
When i was sitting in the park in the afternoon, there were three young people on the meadow, one took out some items. The first could have been the knives from the 21rst. They made a cheapish sound when he was putting them on the ground, no real ones. He put them away and took out other things, one looked like a wooden crescent. They were too far away, so i couldn't really know. Maybe perception-fun. Later i was at the water, there two men were coming towards me, one gruffly explained "he fears, but what( is he fearining )"( "er hat Angst, aber wovor" ) while closing the zip of his jacket to underline his words. Sounded as if someone who is in fear must have done something wrong, and they were kind of investigator-judges. Both already had grey hair, one was wearing an orange, the other a blue jacket, their basic colours. Some distance later, still at the water, there was a young athletic black man, afro and not-so-dark, looking in the direction i was coming from, a resolute expression and a firm stance with hands on his hips( much like the second speaker at the bridge on the 23rd ). I passed close to him, because of other people. His expression was overdone, but fitted to the environment because two other people next to him made a reason for standing in the middle of the way, and they were sportsmen, so there is a natural context for more physical presence. But seemed like a plea for the posture. Later a man was coming towards me, he puts one hand in his hair and abstrusely looked to the side. He had longer dark hair, was wearing a green t-shirt with a long text printed on it, something with "voices".
In the late afternoon in front of the shopping centre two men behind me came closer, one whispered "( city name ), buddhisten-nazis ". Then they passed me, one was smoking a cigar. Their clothing was somewhat similar to mine. They were concerned to show crappy behaviour, also when crossing the street, one of them hurryed up to get in the middle for no reason. In the pedestrian zone i have seen a young skinhead who succeeded to move in a way that quoted both moles and gorillas, he was escorted by two black-haired girls.
In the evening i passed some people wearing fligth-jackets, they made fun of the martail arts i practised eigth years ago. Could have been people who did it now, dressed up.

When i passed the railwaystation in the early afternoon of the 26th, there was a bald-shaved man sitting in front of it, he demonstrativly laughed baaing when i passed. He was wearing a signal-blue t-shirt and had black sunglasses, next to him there was a child sitting, who belonged to him, also wearing a blue shirt. Probably a rigthist. Other people sitting close could have also been with him, cannot now. On my way back near this a black man with a bicycle came towards me, he looked at me with a totally astounded expression.
When i was outside in the evening a running man passed me. He was dressed much like me, don't know with how much detail. He even had opened the zip of his jacket as much as i had, to show that his t-shirt had the same colour. He was a tall athletic man with blonde shorter hair, maybe late 30ies. The way he moved looked as if he would belong to a military or police unit, a shield or gun would fit to the way he was holding his arms.
When i was watching tv at midnigth the one above did one of his most extreme coughing shouts at the sentence "you shouldn't have f**d her". The cough sounded somehow mad and angry, but also stunned.

On my way to a petrol station at nigth of the 27th, a police car changed the side of the street and was driving in the wrong direction, usually to turn in a sidestreet. This was when i arrived at the near place, then on the other side of the place there was again a police-car. When i had crossed the street and looked back, a police car drove in the other direction, maybe the same had turned.
When i was at the baker in the railwaystation in the afternoon, the man who said "homo" on the 10th was there. I had used the word some hour before in an online-diskussion. On my way back a bicyclist wearing a warm jacket and black gloves passed me, despite many were only wearing t-shirts on this sunny day. He was closely followed by another bicyclist, a daker man, somewhat heavier build, who was looking very seriously into my eyes, with furrowed brows. Think both in their 40ies, i have similar gloves( but wouldn't wear them if it's warm ). In the pedestrian zone a black man looked at me, he was standing there, letting his rigth arm hang down, with an expression like brutes in wild-west-movies.
In the afternoon and early evening their stalkers commentet on lame stuff a good twenty years ago, with adding more or less a rigthier flair. Not all actors were already born then.
There have also been general statements :
In the early evening a man with closed eyes was coming towards me, he loudly explained that anything could be bougth, humans and things, he was obviously acting. He was dressed with dark shorts and a dark fila-t-shirt, a sportive younger man, barefooted. Seemed other people wondered about this. Later an extremely styled goth/metal-fan( or dressed up as this )came towards me near the park. Pale contacts, a big black cut-like vertical stripe was painted across one eye, totally absent stare, big black coat( at this warm day !). He was escorted by some common looking people, walking or with bicycles. Looked somewhat like a joke about stalking.
In the evening there was a sniffer at the streetcrossing at the park, mustache, maybe 50, small-plaid orderly shirt, vest. Square and agressive. On the other side of the street i heared the creaking of a hoist, this was repeated a few times, from one of the upper flats, sounded toonish. Then there was a plopping sound, usually made with a towel, in the same moment they used a photo-flash. So they made a magic joke. Later, near a pub, there where some men on the other side of the street, one clearly explained in english, with german accent, that "he"( maybe speaking of me )would produce drugs, so there would be no evidence for this. They appeared to be orderly people. Seemed the idea was that "he" didn't need to be connected to other dealers, and with the english to no local customers here also, to be a dealer. Later the last one of them was a nosegesturer, his gesture irritated me slightly, and he immediatly caugth up any variation in movement i did, trying to escalate. He was wearing a hooded sweater, hood on, and a basecap beneath.

When i left home in the afternoon of the 28th, two men came up the street here, one said that "they" would have contrived whole england. So this carryed on the last day, and sounded like criticism to it. Makes not much sense, how should they know when i will leave home if they weren't connected to the usual leaders ? Maybe this was just their own ping-pong. Both were wearing black shorts and t-shirts, the shirts had something printed on it, one had a crutch.
At night there was a homeless one in an entrance in the otherwise empty pedestrian zone. There was a sleeping dog next to him, and he had one of these automatic leashes. Before i passed he pressed the button for a louder click, when i was in line of him he made a sniffing noise, when i had passed he repeated the click.
That was all this day.

When i was outside in the evening of the 29th, in a side-street two men came towards me, one explained that he would have sold it "in english", in an irish pub, but without england. Both were wearing sweat- or t-shirts of the same olive-green colour. So this was a comment about the commenting ones from the day before.
The next time i was outside, one side-street from home, a man with a cane-stick in his rigth hand came towards me. He didn't need it for walking, he was an sportive person, looking young for his grey hair. He was holding a beverage can in his other hand, seemed also to be a symbol, black jacket, maybe martial artist. I was at a medic to make an appointment( it's in the street were the first speakers showed up ), the medic i've been before told me to go to one of this field. On my way back a younger sportive man came towards me, he had a very uprigth posture but moved really slow, as if his rigth leg would be paralysed. He had shorter black hair, an orderly newish grey jacket, his jeans had the same colour as mine, black shoes.
When i brougth down waste in the late afternoon, a woman left the entrance on the other side when i got outside, she was keeping a very shirty face-expression. She crossed the street and entered one of two identically blueish polos parking in front of the entrance( could have been same as on the 26th of febr. ).
When i got outside the next time, maybe about half an hour later, this woman and a man came around the corner of the streetcrossing here, on this side of the pavement. I walked down to the supermarket, the man followed me. He was walking faster than me, and repeatedly made a short loud inveighing cough, always the same, as if this would make kind of sonar. When he was directly behind me he made a cough at me, he then followed me into the supermarket, there he gave me a routinated hostile look. The man was tall, about fifty, olive-green jacket, the woman was somewhat younger, fair blonde hair, brown jacket.
Have described all of them this day. There was a black bicyclist who seemed to be connected to the one with the cane-stick, but cannot really know.

In the morning of the 30th i was at the medic, he was talking really loud, and about the first thing he considered was that i could have hiv, without a context.
In the afternoon there was a sniffer in the shopping centre, an older woman.
In the late afternoon there was a couple leaving a bank near the park, the woman made a step towards me, and with this presented her breasts to me. She whispered an "he'd seen it/them"( "hat er gesehen" ) to her partner, both laughed. Bigger people, think the woman was bigger than me. She was blonde, wearing a t-shirt with wide horizntal blue and white stripes, both had dark sunglasses. Around the corner soon a man poked out his tongue at me, a lefties skinhead, obviously gay. Dark red jacket, khaki cargo-shorts, dark flatcap. When i was waiting at a streetcrossing a woman passed, she gave me a cold look. It looked somewhat determined, because she turned her head in the same way back as she had turned it towards me. To point out that this was an appointment, a man on the other side of the street shaked his body, laughing. The woman had bleached hair, was small, had shapy hips, was dressed in black, trousers as for a suit and heeled shoes. She doesn't look bad, as far as i could say with this expression, maybe they were specially happy because they have more men and their woman are older an average( maybe exept for their teenagers, wich are often female ). When i had crossed the street a gesturer came towards me, he pointed at his cheek. He was wearing a grey sweater with a brigth red stripe across his breast, and had a backpack.
That was all this day.

When i was sitting in a park in the afternoon on the 1rst of may, two woman came towards me, both were holding a finger of their left hand with their rigth hand, as if they wanted to pull off a ring, both the same. They said "aua, not so hard"( "aua, nicht so doll" ), "the knuckle-duster"( "der schlagring" ), and "come over here, cuddling"( "komm rüber, kuscheln" ) and laughed when they had passed. Conservative woman, maybe late forties.
In the evening there have been two nosegesturers at a streetcrossing, both dressed in black. First a man with dark shorter hair, late 30ies, disciplined and routinated agressive. He crossed my way, then a teenager girl who walked in the same direction as me, she fastly touched the tip of her nose with a finger, much coordinated. Not much later one more nosegesturer, who covered his nose with his fingers. Next of them were two of their athletic dark black bald ones, both had a wrapped newspaper in their rigth hands. The one towards my side was hitting his thigh with each step, and also pulled up his heel to it, atthe side he was hitting. Before i had left home i did exercise for some minutes, including hopping around with taking the heels up. Both were wearing t- or poloshirts, despite it was already somewhat colder, the one towards my side had a light blue polo-shirt. In front of the bridge there were some police-cars parking, next to a local ferry there was a cuddly policeboat with blue-ligths-on, and the police didn't allow some people to leave the footbridge. The ones on the footbridge did some singing, lefties soccer-fans. It didn't look very interesting, i moved on. On my way back lots of police busses passed me with blue-lights-on, so i returned to the bridge to have a look. There were only a couple of lefties in front of the footbridge, just standing around, and some other people near, watchhing. Someone told me that there were also rightists on the ferry, and they had called the police and told them a lefty would have thrown one of them overboard, wich wasn't true. One time there was trouble on the footbridge, i think two people started brawling, didn't get detail. Not much later the police wanted all to move on, there have only been the rigthists on the ferry( so no one dead, and i didn't find anything about this in the news, despite many police had moved ). On my way back there was a man who stopped on the pavement and pointed at the bicyclist lane, he'd taken a posture like a neandertalian centurion and agressivly ordered me to pass him there. Wich i would have done otherwise also, so his idea was that he had the right to harrass me because there was the lane. He obviously hoped for a plea to beat me up. I pesponded after i had passed him, something like : i see, boy. A bigger blonde man with mustache, was wearing a black sweatshirt with white tribals, and a jeans-vest. Maybe in his late 40ies, seemed to be drunk. Maybe the rigthists had phoned him.
Have described most of them.

On the 2nd there was only low intensity, some left and rigth. Mostly only attached with timing. Last of them were two lefties with bicycles in the late afternoon, both were holding a shirty antic, one with rastas, the other one dressed in black.

When i was in the near supermarket at noon of the 3rd, a man coughed in my direction when passing close behind me. He was the coughing one from the 29th, this time he was wearing dark clothing. After he had passed me he tipped at his nose, looked like a signal to someone outside or in the entrance, he did this openly. When i was standing in front of a shelf, not much later, and took something out of it, he stood close behind me and then took out the article next to it, as if we would be a couple. The stalking was especially naturally to him. When he stood in line at a till, the next but one behind him was the short-haired clerk i have described on the 16th of april. I decided to wait at the other till.
When i was sitting in the park in the afternoon, five men passed me. One of them clearly sayd the common name for the disease i have been checked( it's not hiv ). Then they made comments as if this would be a drug( "did you buy some" ), one of them turned his head around and looked at me. Could have been about 40 years old, two of them were darker.
In the later afternoon i was outside for a longer walk. There was a nosegesturer in the beginning near the park, later there were once two men on the other side of a street, they were only there to show presence, changed direction with turning around, it was as if an invisible fence would separate them from me. One was wearing orange trousers, the other one a jacket of the same colour.
In the evening a loud banger detonated street down, and near midnigth, about two hours later, another one, seemed to be at the same point, but not as loud.

When i was at the bank in the morning of the 4th, a man wearing an orange jacket entered, he was coughing with ostentation, obviously acting. Also made a sniffing noise once. I was at the flea-market, when i arrived i passed three lefties or punks, when i was between them one said "you are from ..."(...=name of a smaller near town), one on the other side responded "you can't even read". I thougth maybe this should be funny.
I was a second time at the market, still before noon, once a lefty/punk passed and commented "he doesn't look like a nazi". Now this sounded as if some of them had a serious look at me, so maybe the stupid comments should have made a real provocation.
In the afternoon in front of the railwaystation some men were uploading a dog into a red car with a "feuerwehr"(firefighter) printed on it. The she-dog was black, a big pinkish thing was hanging from the vagina. It had about the size of a grapefruit and was only connected at a point to the body. It looked so sick, the dog could hardly walk with this hanging thing, must have been the uterus. The dog also had two bumps on the chest( from my view ), one didn't look special, but the other one was shaped of a spike. Between the railwaystation and the pedestrian zone i've seen several skinheads, a strange mixture of them. In the station was an older one, an alcoholic whos nose must have been shaped by a unusual high number of bruises( i think there have been also other who fitted to the theme, moving in the same direction, that why he looked more like this, not sure ). Near the station there was a group of four athletic ones, they were all dressed with newish looking black t-shirts and camouflage pants, they moved like a unit in loose formation. One was wearing a t-shirt of an early band, wich wasn't rightists, but because they seemed to be dressed up i'm not sure what their point of view would be. On my way back i've seen a bald one who looked like a rightist, but dressed normally. He was wearing black sunglasses and was slightly smiling.
In the early evening, when i was waiting for my food at a takeaway, a bald shaved men stood next to me, he was greeting the saleswoman. He knows her and said that it was nice that she already made his food. Seemed to be a joke, because he got no food then. He was athletic, maybe a martial artist, was wearing an red hooded sweater with a white black-lined "yakuza" printed on it. While i was eating my food, in another street a tall bald shaved man came towards my direction, on the pavement, i was walking on the street. He then looked at the cafe/pub on the other side and made a nosegesture towards it, then two men left it. One had black sunglasses and was wearing a t-shirt of the same red as the one from the takeaway. I had odd thoughts about my food now, but too late.
Couldn't get the dog out of my mind.
I think this day i've described all.

From 22nd to 28th it should be at least 2/3 of them. And maybe half of them on other days, unless noted otherwise.

crabs united by black glove

On the 8th of april there were few people.
There was one man who walked down a street with a very absent stare, ignoring a honking car behind him. Seemed this should have been an extended version of me in the evening of the 6th. The man had long blonde hair, in his 40ies, olivegreen jacket.
The next time i was outside in front of the shopping centre a man passed me who reminded me a martial arts teacher, i had some training at him for maybe a year back in '90 or so. Seemed he was aping my bad body-posture.
This was a very special day, because the neighbour above hasn't been there. Don't know if this happened before since it started.

When i was outside, walking around, at noon/afternoon on the 9th, a group of young men passed me, one said "break in"( "einbrechen" ), overdone articulation. One was wearing camouflage pants. Later in suburbian area a man came towards me, had a look at me. Maybe a martial arts-teacher, late 40ies.
When i was outside with bicycle in the late afternoon, at the streetcrossing at the water near the railwaystation a man with a bicycle was waiting at the other side. He pointed at his beard as if he would beckon me. He was somewhat darker, black beard, when he passed me he made some mouth-noise. Just when i had crossed the street and turned a sniffer on a bicycle passed me. So he was acting as a witness, accusing me for the gesturer. He was wearing black sports clothing and a blue helmet. At the water a nosegesturer came towards me, a woman who looked into my eyes, she was dressed in black and was wearing a scarf of the same blue as the helmet of the one before. On my way back a person on a bicycle passed me, wearing a neon-yellow jacket, hood on, mummed with a black ski-mask, despite the mild weather.
When i was walking to a petrolstation in the evening, at the park a man with a bicycle came towards me, he looked at me as if he would know me, short distance later another bicyclist looked at me, but sceptically-repellant. They had similarity with the way they showed their expressions, both were wearing olive jackets, maybe lefties. I was at the petrolstation were the police-bus passed behind me when i had arrived outside at the till on the 4th, the same clerk was there. Seemed he was afraid, don't know if they told him something about me, or just pressured him, he( as others too ) has usually seen some stalking.
This day i heared some noises from the flat above me, but not attached the usual way, nothing special. Seemed he was slowly getting back to routine.

Before noon on the 10th the one above me showed that he was back with a double-shouted "ueaaahh". And then was in his bathroom when i was in mine. His absence was like holiday to me.
When i walked to the inner city in the early afternoon, there was a man at the streetcrossing when i had passed the bigger street here. He coughed twice when i passed, as a signal, like triggered by motion detector. Seemed to be a rightist, conservativly dressed, had some similarity to the exquisite one who had appeared on the other side of the side-street on the 31st march. In the pedestrian zone i heared someone saying "v-mann"( police-informer ) somewhere street/zone up from the left. I couldn't really pinpoint this, it was distance away, not loud but clear, and as if it came from an area itself instead from a speaking person. Then a man came from the left, he had a dejected convicted expression. He was dressed in black like security, wearing a vest, and had an matted-curly iroquese-haircut, orange-red colour, short darker hair at the sides. When i left a shop at a place two men walked there, one explained "homo", as if he would be suffering from kind of anthropologist-disease. He was taller, had dark long curly hair. Short time later a man came towards me, he was holding a coffe in front of him, as if his arm would have been fixed with screws. I looked at him, he was shaved bald, an athletic person, maybe late 30ies, dressed in black, somewhat security-like style. Looked like a rightist. He exactly corrected his direction, i had to sligthly correct mine, or we would had just collidet. It was obviously an exercise, he had his program, seemed the coffee was kind of plea to him. In the shopping centre a dark black man wearing a black bandana looked at me, into the eyes, seemed he was there because of me. There were two other blacks near, i think they belonged together. I wanted to buy something( low priced, by the way ) in the shopping centre, but had to go to a bank first. When i had returned there were people sitting at a table in the centre, a man commented "bonze"( fat-cat=rich ). A tall man who had been waiting behind a corner passed me, fastly stepping in front of me, looking into my eyes with an overdone grin. Surprising but not debasing, don't know if they succeed to throw some in who really think this would be a test. When i arrived back home a dubiously piping man passed behind me when i opened the door. He was shaved bald, dressed in black, exept his white jacket, and was wearing black sunglasses. Fit's to "v-mann" and the one with the coffee.
When i got outside in the evening a sniffer passed me in the street here, a person on a bicycle. Behaved like programmed, seemed to be an older woman with a black coat. Turned the face towards me, eyes closed, no motion, presenting it like a sculpture. Big false black lashes, and rouged for a darker complexion, without any shading, completly greased. The corners of the mouth were much drawn down. The proportions of the face were similar to the one i described on the 10th of december in '07, with the stick. But the nose was different. On my way back at the streetcrossing at the market-place a person left an internet-cafe. First also looked like an older woman, but then like a buddhist monk. Was wearing an orange coat and a hat of the same colour, and a long buddhist-yellow skirt. I think flip-flops, couldn't see the face, because the lower part was covered with a pale scarf, and the eyes by big roundish sunglasses with brigther frame. He was holding a sheet with both hand, and then hurryed up. While he was crossing the street towards some dark dressed people, as if escaping with documents, a girl with a bicycle stopped next to me, she looked into my eyes. Her lower face was covered with a pale scarf, similar to the granny-monk. Otherwise she was dressed in black. The next people passing me made a comment while i was looking backwards, seemed they also belonged to them. A couple, the man sayed "na ja", was mostly dressed in black.
Near midnigth a always silly laughing man walked up the street here, speaking with overdone colloquial dialect "fire( feuer frei ) ! there he's coming-am i surrounded by terrorists ?!".

When i woke up at about 4am on the 11th the one above me once determinedly poked something on the floor, seemed to be a stick as they are used for training.
During the calm days there wasn't much pressure, so i took the opportunity and did some exercise. It's not much, but better than nothing. But of course, the'll comment on this. On the one side they send the stalkers all the time when i do nothing at all, but on the other side they have made all these red alert buttons and usually have some people who are waiting for attacking me on demand.
When i looked outside in the afternoon, there was a boy, maybe about 6 years, playing with a bough that had about the shape of a stick. He started to hit a column, from left and rigth, then cars, but only to touch them. At a car he made a fast 360° turnaround, then touched it with the stick. Also touched a car with his forefinger, as if this would have a deeper meaning. He walked to the streetcrossing, there he touched again a car with his forefinger, it was like a ritual. He then walked up the pavement backwards, looking straigth down the street. Seemed people there wondered about him, he moved as if he had instructions, showed robotic behaviour, and his eyes looked as if he wasn't really conscious about what he was doing. He was somewhat darker, was wearing a grey beany, snow-camouflage-pants and a jacket much similar to one i have.
When i walked to the shopping centre a sniffer passed me, a bald shaved man with a bicycle, dressed in black, wearing leather jacket. In the shopping centre a man rolling a cigarette, presenting it like a symbol, came towards me. He was babbling, the first were no real words, had "o"'s, then he added "to report"( "Meldung machen"). Kind of wireless operator figure. He was wearing dark clothes and orange shaded glasses. On my way back there was a man at the streetcrossing here, he was moving his tongue like at oral sex. Maybe 30, slender, unshaved.
When i walked down the street here in the late afternoon, there was a nosegesturer on the other side. He was pressing his forefinger against a nostril, the basic-gesture, but fixed version. He was shaved bald and dressed in black, like the first of them the last time i was outside. A man in his 40ies.
Some speakers in the evening, when i arrived back at the streetcrossing here a dark black man came towards me. One or two days before he left the park when i arrived there, he was jogging. The timing was typically for them, he stayed in the middle of the path, so i slowed down to let him pass, then entered the park. So now this was similar timing, obviously he wanted to accuse me for entering the park, despite he had marked it. Both times he had his eyes nearly closed, he had a shorter beard.

On my way back from the baker in the early morning of the 12th, a black dressed man came around the corner at the streetcrossing here, aping my face-expression. He had hair similar to mine.
When i left the park at about noon, a man with a bicycle came towards me. He was greeting me, i responded. I knew him by sigth in the end of the 80ies. He now was wearing the glasses of the granny-monk two days before. So i wasn't really happy to see him. Seemed from his point of view his mission should be funny but serious. No idea what he's expecting.
The next time i was outside there was a couple at a car at the park, the man was wearing red sport-shorts and complained that it would be cold( "so kalt" ). Double-meaning to complain that i wasn't happy to see granny-monk. In another street a sniffer passed me, a bicyclist wearing a neon-yellow jacket and black cyclists-shorts.
When i unlocked my bicycle in front of a supermarket in the late afternoon, there was a couple next to me. The man looked like someone i knew from training, till about 8 years ago. Exept he was darker. I think he was it, but with make-up. He wasn't one of the mobbers.
At nigth a man who was dressed like me, except the shoes, passed me. He moved like patrolling, a sportive man. The timing was also obvious. And one of the speakers from the day before was again at the same point, a taller man wearing an olive-green jacket, in his 30ies. Now he did nothing.

At noon on the 13th a woman walked up the street here, seemed she had a cellphone, she loudly explained "i hear everything"( "ich höre alles" ). Could have been irony.
In the late afternoon i passed a man who looked on the ground in front of him, concentrating to show no reaction. When i was next to him he made a noise with closed lips. He was unshaved, wearing a buddhist-red bandana and an orange hooded sweater beneath a grey pullover.
When i was outside with my bicycle in the evening, a bicyclist came towards me, he corrected his direction, heading towards me, so we both had to stop and looked at each other. He had made a little game for his direction-change, it first looked like accidentially chosen the wrong direction, somewhat late, but then he repeated corrections to stop me. I smiled somewhat, maybe he would tell me what he wanted. He responed with a smile, but an enhanced one. He let me pass, then noisily pressed out air through closed lips. I did also a noise. He was somewhat darker, had a black leather jacket. When i passed the railwaystation a man who looked like the neighbour next to me came out. He was darker, maybe he was it, but with make up. He had a filled holdall with him. Today i had washed clothes, so i had one before. At the taxis at the station there was a man, darker complexion, who turned away from me and made a noise through closed lips, number three. Otherwise he showed no reaction, programmed behaviour.
When i was at a petrolstation at late evening, a big skinhead entered, i stepped to the side because he wanted to pass me. He then stood in line behind me, he was weigth-trained, dressed in black, had steel-capped shoes. When i left another skinhead of similar proportions came towards the entrance, i stepped to the side again. This one was wearing an olive-green jacket.
When i was outside at nigth a police-bus with blue-ligths on passed before i turned towards the park. When i was heading towards the park i heared a whiping bang out of it, seemed to be a fake-gun, gas or so. I heared no other sounds out of the park, the police-car had headed to the market place. Before i arrived at home i heared a police-siren from this direction.

When i was walking to the cheap supermarket in the early afternoon of the 14th, in the next parallel street there was a man wearing black gloves, as police and such use it. He was walking on the pavement, i on the street. He was in his 20ies, athletic, obviously trained, he had some tension on his arms and didn't move them normally while walking. At a petrol-station a bicyclist wearing grey gloves passed me.
Maybe the one with the gloves was from kung-fu, i reminded chinese kung-fu in an online-forum in the morning in context with surveillance, to others it would have made a joke about olympic security.
In the late afternoon there was a gesturer in front of the near supermarket, he was touching his chin, marking himself as one of them. He was very serious with this. A taller man, relaxed military-styled clothing, had a dog. Near the pedestrian zone there was a sniffer, maybe turkish, was wearing a black leather jacket.
When i was outside in the early evening, at a side-street at the park there was a young couple with bicycles coming from the place. The man was wearing a jacket that reminded me someone, i looked at him, longer than i would have looked otherwise. The jacket seemed new and was styled somewhat punkish. I was standing on the wide cycle-lane that is on the pavement there, there's not much traffic. I wanted to move on, already made a step, then i've seen a bicyclist coming from the left, he was already close but i just could step back, also was leaning backwards and turned my head. He showed absolutely no reaction, concentrated on consistendly cycling straigthforwards. Haven't noticed him before, he nearly hit me. He then could had claimed that he wasn't agressive, because this wouldn't fit to his old bicycle, and get square about that it was on the cycle lane. Not much later a sniffer passed me, he also made a nosegesture, raising his fist to his nose, as if he had something inside. With his determined noise and expression i would expect he really knew what this gesture was about. He had tanned skin, was in his 40ies, dressed in black.

I woke up at about 5am on the 15th when a loud car passed. The one above me was doing rhytmic steps, but then stopped. Cannot know for how long he'd been doing so, but this has effect on my own rhythm, and so i felt really down.
When i walked to the bank at noon, there was a man in front who touched somewhere in his face in their typical way, have only seen him from the corner of my eye. He was wearing something of a green colour, much like the green of the police. There was also another person near who was wearing this colour, a woman. Street down there was a green police-bus.
When i was in the park in the afternoon, there was a nosegesturer, he was standing side-face towards me, he had two leashed dogs and raised the hands with the leashes to his nose. So the gesture had similarity to the last one the day before. He was clearly marking himself as one of them. One of his slim dogs was of fair brown, the other of black colour. I sat down on a near bank, then a black dressed man with a Dalmatian, who had about the proportions as the other two, passed in front of me. Then the one with the two dogs passed very close behind the bank. Seemed this should have been antiracistic symbolic dogs. At a streetcrossing a girl looked at me with a somewhat derailed-surprised expression, think she had rastas, she had external earphones and was wearing leggings of the green from noon. Later i passed two old men, one was walking with two crutches, the other was physically in good condition, also bigger, he was leaning on a rail. He said to the other one "how many did we shot"( "wie viele haben wir denn erschossen" ), and added "at the war, there one has to shoot people, rigth ?"( "na im krieg, da erschiesst man doch leute" ). A shirty looking lefty passed me with a bicycle there. I first thougth the two would know each other, and that this was usually acting, but then it came into my mind that this was only the way the athletic old man presented himself. He also showed physical presence. Maybe it was just a harassment, and the one with the crutches was irritated. The talking one had somewhat longer fair grey hair, no bald patch, think he was wearing a leather jacket.
When i was outside with bicycle in the late evening two men were coming towards me, one had somewhat darker complexion and was wearing glasses, he gave me a derisive look and called me a chicken( "schisser" ).
I was outside one more time, in the next prallel street a bigger athletic man was coming towards me, he was walking very slowly, looking on the ground. He didn't react, so i had to step to the side. When i had passed he said "puh".

In the afternoon of the 16th there was a woman with a dog at the park, she was dressed in black and was wearing a cap and a scarf of yesterdays green. The tone and the way of presentation was also similar to the woman with the blue scarf on the 9th.
When i was outside in the afternoon i sat down on a bank in a park( not the near one ). About 1min. later the gi-haired clerk from the fair-trade shop passed.
When i got outside in the late afternoon a bald-shaved taller man came towards me, somehow agressive expression. In his 40ies, pale pants.
When i was at a petrol-station at nigth, there was a man in line behind me, he looked at me with an astounded expression, as if something incredible had happened. Red cheeks, bearded, regular shirt.

When i woke up on the 17th, the one above me was again doing his rhytmic noises. Steps, drapes, he consumes the attention. When i walked into the kitchen he followed above me, then put something on the tiled floor, sounded like kind of small bowl made out of thick metal.
I was at the park before noon, had really bad health and could only walk very slowly. On the other side of the street there was a man who used a walking-frame. He was leaning on it, bowed down at rigth angle. Maybe early 40ies, was usually acting, but with details and ostentation. Was dressed in black. He walked to an entrance opposite to me. In another street a man came towards me and gave me an estimating look. Think he was from kung-fu. Late 40ies, wearing dull orange trousers.
When i was walking to a supermarket in the early afternoon, at a near place there was someone pissing, against one of these boxes for electric supply. There are often drinking people near, he didn't look like one of them, but it basically fits to the environment. He had a wide stance with bowed leg, already a copulation-posture, his penis seemed to be half-erected, maybe they used some red for a more flashy glans. An exhibitionistic pissing man. In front of the supermarket street up a bicyclist looked into my eyes when he passed me on the pavement, a blonde man in his 50ies, wearing a fair orange jacket. When i payed at the till the pissing one entered and asked the clerk if he could place his backpack there. Despite the older woman already had agreed he repeatedly repeated his question, speaking fast and polite, in a slippy neurotic way. Finally he moved on. He was a bigger athletic man wearing a white pullover, in his 20ies, dark gi-haircut. Then two girls entered. When in front of me, at some distance, one turned her head 90° towards me, without looking at me before. Had a friendly expression, but also if she had to do so. A younger teenager, not older than 16, good looking, slender, long black hair.
In the afternoon i passed two young teenage boys at a wider streetcrossing, they were spitting at each other, in a competitive way, totally silly. When i crossed the street two smaller black children, a boy and a girl, came running towards me. They moved really well, and had an expression like professional sportmen, i think this was added for show. They were followed by a walking white woman with a cellphone, she said a longer "jaaa"( "yes ?" ). There was a meaning. Then the spitting ones were running across the other street, behind me at 90° to the little black ones. They moved in a totally fidgetly upset way. So this was some contrast acting, black is cool. Short distance further a bicyclist came towards me, he first looked at his crotch, then at me. In his 30ies, dressed in black.
The next time i was outside there was a bicyclist waiting on the other side of a streetcrossing, near home. He was at about the same age, proportions, dressed much like me, but his jacket had another colour. He was wearing the same shoes as i do when bicycling, but obviously he had new ones. He moved his tongue as for oral sex. When i arrived back home the neighbours next to me walked towards a car, the girl was wearing a skirt similar to the one from the granny-monk on the 10th. Inside their car they honked repeatedly.
When i was outside in the early evening, a man passed me who moved one leg as if it would be somewhat lame. When next to me he made a few fast steps, to show that this was acting, then got back to lame routine.
So when i woke up this day i was so down that it was hard to walk at all, but with time it became more normally. I even dared to do exercise for some minutes. My health is in a critically phase, it would be necessary to sometimes do so.
When i was at a petrolstation at nigth two men arrived when i was standing outside in front of the till. One stood to my rigth, the other one behind me, both too close for no reason. The one to the rigth explained towards me, as if there would be an audience behind me "after the first round i always get this kick"( "nach der ersten Runde kriege ich immer diesen Kick" ). Both in their 20ies, one was wearing a black leather jacket, the other one a hooded sweater. Usually martial artists who showed that they are provoced now, because i did exercise.

In the afternoon of the 18th there were some people who had a look at me, lefties, but it wasn't so much. When i bougth me a coffee, there was a man passing outside, he gave me a frozen routinated look. He also did so before i arrived there, now he had turned around and did one more. Normally i would say his attitude would be typically for rightists, maybe they threw one in. Shaved bald, basecap, black jacket, khaki boots, seemed to be somewhat stronger, maybe early 40ies.
When i was outside with my bicycle in the late afternoon, one or two men sitting in front of a cafe who started tattling, before i passed there. Seemed they wanted to be more attractive to women. Later a teenager with fixed eyes came towards me on a bicycle. Despite the bicycle-lane was narrow there he showed no reaction at all, concentrated on going straigthforward, so it was to me to pay attention. I think he was 16 or 17, but it's hard to say with his expression, that looked somewhat drugged, even hypnotised. He was wearing black external earphones. At a place( same where i described the exhibitionistic one )a jogging girl came towards me, she looked into my eyes, then made their basic nosegesture with her left hand, pointing with the forefinger at the ala of her nose( i think i wrote nostril instead of this before, wich is not accurate, they normally point at the ala). Then she looked to the side, at the place, as if this would have a meaning. She was also about 16 or 17, and had similar black external earhones to the bicyclist before. Towards the end of the place/street some people were coming towards me, among them a couple, the man pointed at his cheek, as if he would be searching for the rigth location there, then said something like "what am i doing ?!", as if his partner would have complained about this. He was acting as a witness regarding the earphoned girl, so her nosegesture should have resembled a drug-deal. The man was tall, had black beard, the woman was blonde.
I was at the near supermarket in the evening. On my way back three black men were coming down the street here. One on the pavement at each side, and one in the middle. They all had the same darker complexion, and were dressed in the same colour, grey upper clothing and their jeans had similar blue colour. I think the one at the rigth, from my point of view, was one who had repeatedly stalked me, but i had to pay attention to the tall one in the middle. The one to the left was shaved bald. The one in the middle changed his direction and was now heading directly towards me, so i had to stop or he would have walked into me. He was looking at an imaginary point behind me, and because he was tall he just looked over my head, demonstrativly ignoring me. While doing so he exchanged some words in their language with the one to the rigth. In the afternoon i had crossed the near bigger street when two dark blacks have been on the other side. Girls, small, older than i thougth first, somewhat irritating. The three stalkers now were complaining, i should have crossed the street later.
I was walking to a petrol-station in the evening. I got outside here, then a man stepped on the streetcrossing. Stagey timing, with ostentation, the curtain was drawn. He fastly looked in all four directions, showed his ability to move precisely. Then he asked me, speaking prim and hasty "excuse me, can you tell me where ~at crabs ground~ is ?"( " entschuldigen sie, können sie mir sagen wo hier am Krabbengrund ist ?" ). I shaked head and passed. There is no street with that name. The way he appeared and spoke sayed that this should be a code-word. He was a sportive younger man with a slender face, proper short hair, wearing glasses. He had an olive-green jacket and black gloves, as police and such are using it. Looked like a rigthist. Maybe "Krabben" was inspired by english colloquial scrap-crabs, so this would say : for no reason. The'll get themselves their reason( sie werden sich ihren Grund holen ). Street up a man dressed in black military styled clothing came towards me, but then entered a house. Fits to the one before. When i arrived at the next crossing street there was a nosegesturer, a woman wearing a white poncho with tassels above black clothing. She did the typical move, but then was holding her finger there for some time. She then walked to the entrance in line of me. On my way back from the petrolstation a sportive woman with a bicycle was coming towards me, she was looking at me, purposeful and smirking. She was wearing a black blouson, bowed arms at the wide handlebar, and was wearing black gloves, same as the first one. Not much later a man wearing an olive parka was crossing the street, away from me. Then a man wearing a similar parka came towards me and asked me about a street, the name also started with a "kr", it was a near street. A unshaved lefty, he was relaxed. This was about half an hour after the first one. So the idea was that they intimidated me with blacks, now i had to dislike them. Then they send a rightist here, acting as if something would be going on and then reported lefties about it, telling them that he would belong to me.
At midnigth a woman passed here, she said "shit ! shit ! bombed out ! brrrwwww "( "sch... sch... ausgebomt !( stupid helicopter )") with ironic hyteria. Maybe this should quote englich hooligans. I'm not interested in soccer, think there was a taunt like this. She was in companion of a man, seemed he wasn't confident about the acting.

When i was at the bank at noon of the 19th, there was a black dressed man at a bancomat, he was breathing like a bellow. Someone with big healthy lungs acting as someone with breathing-problems, loudly and consistent. At a streetcrossing at the marketplace three women on bicycles passed me, wearing black gloves. They came from different directions, think the first were leather, than wool, last were synthetic. I had bougth me a coffee, when i drank it in front of the market two darker sportive asian men passed directly in front of me, both dressed the same, exept one was was wearing big pilot glasses. They were uniformed with blue fligth jackets. So they carryed on the three blacks from the day before, who were dressed in the same colours( but different to the asians ), as well as the bombed-out-woman at midnigth.
When i was outside in the afternoon, at the street were i was asked anout "kr"-street the previous day, near that, now a nosegeaturer came towards me. He was walking in the middle of the pavement, had bowed arms, like gorilla, towards my side he was carrying a full white plastic bag, wich made his plea for using much space. He relyed on walking in the middle, and was pressing his nostrils with thumb and forefinger. He wasn't tall, but robust, in his 40ies, with his mirrored glasses and blue jacket he quoted the one of the asians from noon. He was wearing white trousers.
When i bicycled down the street here in the early evening, there was a bald man turning in, maybe it was the one from the 10th, had similarity and was wearing the same sunglasses, but other clothing. I bougth a bread at the baker at the near supermarket, when i was outside and putting it in my bag, standing next to the entrance, the black one from the day before, who has been at the rigth( from my point of view ) came out of the shop. For a moment he was standing directly in front of me, his left hand was nearly at my balls. He moved on, with his left he'd clenched a fist. Was dressed the same as the day before, grey vest over a pullover of matching colour. When i was at the water, looking at the low bridge, there were many people crossing. A man was repeatedly directly looking at me, also turning around, moving his upper body. It was mechanical behaviour, like a compass. Maybe late 40ies, was a good distance away.

When i was sitting at the water before noon on the 20th, a nosegesturer passed. A man in his 50ies, some beard. On my way back a black dressed man came towards me when i turned in the street opposite the shopping centre. Black gloves, all in black, his black-black baseballjacket looked newish, also had black dyed hair, looked somewhat punkish, in his 40ies. As with the other gloved it didn't fit to the weather.
When i had entered the park in the afternoon, the black one from the two previous days came into the park at the next entrance. There was a white woman with a bunch of little children who was greeting him happily. I bougth me something to eat, consumed it sitting on a bank on top of the meadow. Then i was smoking a cigarette, the clerk from the 16th crossed the meadow.
In the evening a man came towards me when i bicycled through the park, he had his chin somewhat higher and didn't move his head at all while walking. Already looked as if he wanted to show me something. In the moment i looked at him he moved his left eye, looking to his rigth side, while his rigth eye still looked forwards. He was in his 20ies, red cheeks, short hair. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt and a red poloshirt beneath, khaki shorts, looked like a rigthist. I was at a petrolstation, on my way back, near the station, a very athletic weigthtrained man came towards me. Shaved bald, looked like a competition body-builder. Wouldn't wonder if this was the next rigthist. He was wearing a grey sweathirt and pale pants, had a fanny-bag in front of his belly. He had a gloating smile, giving his mouth a wave-like shape. The mid and the corners were higher. He passed me next to a parking truck.
When i was watching a thriller on tv the one above me commented with according sounds, creaking with a door and loudly with the floor.

When i arrived at the big meadow in the park in the early afternoon of the 21rst, a man sat down on a bank on top of it. He was dressed up, all in black. A fedora hat, big sunglasses, glossy leather jacket. Didn't look shapey. I decided to sit on the meadow. I once turned around and looked at him, he then moved his folded arms, to signalize that he was paying attention at me. His behaviour reminded me the gaper on the bridge at the 19th. Down the meadow there was a group of younger people, they had a barbecue. Must have already finished, don't remember smoke. When they cleaned the barbecue at a container i've seen no dust. They had knives with them, as far as i could see from the distance, longer ones. And scabbards for them, a young men put them into it, seemed to be somewhat like those from japanese swords. He took them out again, took a melee posture and also made a cutting move towards another one, obviously he was training this. Before they left one said a loud derisive "an artist"( "ein Künstler" ), they laughed. When i was slowly cycling on the pavement at a place, a woman with a smart-car came from the place, looking to the left. She didn't see me, so i had to stop. Still looked to the left when turning in the street to the rigth, as if she wasn't able to turn her head at all.
In the afternoon someone walked up the street here, he loudly explained "they have this area close behind the frontier, there they are allowed to go"( "die haben da dieses Gebiet kurz hinter der Grenze, das die da hindürfen" ).
When i was outside in the afternoon, in the inner city a black woman on a bicycle came towards me, she looke into my face, had an accusing expresion. Maybe late 40ies, fur-collar.
When i was walking to a petrol-station at nigth, a nosegesturer came towards me. He had a decided expression, was wearing woolen black gloves and a olive-green jacket. He made his gesture when he was still some distance away, more than most. Behind me there was a woman walking in the same direction as me, when he passed her she dropped an empty plastic bottle. Seemed to be irritatated.
Also several others this day, who were less intense than most, or had stalked me before, one had similarity with a mobber, or was darkened.

Some other at the other days too.