blain quest

On the 26th march in the morning, when i was at the baker, there was a man in dirty worktrousers and ~boots, he made a move, seemed that he stole some buns. He then bougth a coffee. When i left the baker a teenager on a bicycle wiped below his nose when passing. The move looked normally, but the timing was classic and he was wearing black padded gloves( gefütterte fingerhandschuhe ), despite it wasn't cold, just somewhat fresh at this time.
When i was on my way back from the cheap supermarket at a streetcrossing i heared the very hausfrauisch voice of an older woman from inside a house "opium 4". When i turned into a smaller street a man on a bicycle, wearing an earthy-dull orange jacket also turned in, then stopped. At the end of the street there was a black man with a cellphone, when i came closer an older man in an orange jacket came around the corner.
When i was at the bank someone came up to me when i walked outside, instead going to the side he adjusted his way to make me step to the side, he wanted all the space. He moved his legs fastly while walking upstairs.
Maybe i knew him from a martial arts training. Not sure, long ago. The one at the baker also reminds me someone, but maybe he just looked similar.
When i was at a smaller petrol station( same as the day before ) at night there were some people in front of it and two standing beside it.
One of the two was dressed with a hooded camouflage jacket, camouflage trousers and sneakers.
When i arrived a black dressed man on a mtb said to the two " you already had/got ? "( "hattet ihr schon ").
The two came closer.
The person in front of me was a woman dressed orange jacket.
Then there was a que-jumping woman, dressed in black. She was twice holding her hand at her right cheek, maybe a symbol.
When i was standing there the camouflage-man said my family-name towards me.
I ignored this. I boght some beer, i said to the clerk loudly (she was further away ) that i wanted cans, because she took bottles.
The camouflage-man said that bottles are better. I said cans are better.
When i was leaving he stood there and offered me a "Hempels", a magazine sold by homeless and such.
So what the black dressed with the mtb said to him to animate him to come closer was what a magazine-seller would normally ask.
Camou had his hood on, seemed he had shaved hair. I think he once was a well known naziskin, but maybe that was long ago, despite he still looked somewhat like this he did'nt seem hostile.
He was bigger and naturally stronger than average persons.
He had an unusual big bump on his forehead, above his left eye.
I first thought this could be a disease, i didn't want to look there, it was really deforming.
But i think it was the result of an attack.
[ this is what i thougth then, continues on 1rst april ]
When i bought a "Hempels" he said that he prefers bottles, especially guiness.
I said i would prefer cans, because i like to rumple them.
I think he was attacked, usually by a professional with a tool (bottle ?), and he has not seen his attacker.

Martial artists got in touch with him and routed him here.
Maybe if i would have been able to keep on training i could have done this. All the last years my health is really down.

An noisy-nosy-breathtalking older man in a black suit in the morning of the 27th.
When i was sitting in the park with a newspaper at the afternoon/evening, just a short time, a man, maybe in his forties, asked me if there would be anything interesting.
I denied, just the usual boring stuff.
When moving on he said i should read the white, there is the truth.
I loudly responded that this is rigth, this is true.
When he arrived at the next person sitting on a bank, a younger (fair-)black man, he said loudly "and no one has seen who was/did it" (" und keiner hat gesehen wer es war ").

On the 28th and 29th i completed my bicycle, except shifing, 28th was nothing( lefties bicyle-helpshop, wich helped), on the 29th before i arrived at a bicycle shop there was a man, riding his bicycle w.o. holding on, presenting a big master link (Fahrradschloss ).
When i was cycling there was a single sniffer, somewhere at the water, no one near, he was a much better bicyclist than me, with his mtb.

I think i reallydescribed all of them these days.

a repeated suit

On the 23 march at about 4:30 am there was a chopper that sounded like lot, posing a while.
On my way to the shopping centre in the inner city i passed a car with a man and a woman inside. The man had his eyebrows frown to look as severe as possible, feel the incredible authority. Wich probably makes him look much older. He reminded me someone i knew, but i'm not sure. He had no hair and rectangular glasses.
Immediatly after i passed them a man came towards me, crossing the street. He was dressed in black and had leaned his head to his left shoulder, holding this position. He made a discrete sniffing noise.
When i had bought me something to eat and consumed it at the water a police car stopped in front of the near pedestrian bridge, two policemen cordoned the bridge with a chain.
When i passed them between them there was a man jogging on the spot, as it's done between jumping jacks.
He was the owner of a martial arts school where i had trained, but only few times at his training( different styles there ).
This time he ignored me( last time he'd turned his head 90 degrees away ). He had a dog with him, he holded a feet at the side of the dog, the way that it looks somewhat like a kick.
On my way back near the townhall i passed a teenage couple, the male one was a nazi-skin in campuflage-jacket, with a maybe self-ironically i-am-so-hard-accent he said to his companion :"you know this, where rhey stand there with the sticks this way" while raising one arm a little. He was talking about eskrima.
When i trained martial arts i was at two schools( at both people tended to have opinions from the pol. left ), the one with the teacher i've seen before( i learned the exercises the clerk i described was posing with there ), and at the other one there was eskrima. I had to leave both.
The next person, just out of hearing range, was a black woman with closed eyes( walking in the same direction as they ).
Later, when i was in a hardware store, a man who made a sniffing noise passed me. On my way back on two entrances to the park at each there were two men in black suits standing, not far away from the fries/coffe/beer-hut, or the last ski-mask.
The second ones were not older than twenty, one said " no, i don't think this could be, not even theoretically "(" das geht nicht "). This could have been a comment on the theme the one with the ski-mask could have been a comment to-if someone would read my comments in a certain forum.
The next time i was outside the first person i passed was wearing a black suit, despite the weather, a somewhat darker, maybe arab, man, maybe end 40ies or so, on a bicyle.

On the 24th a black man stepped out of an entrance, i think it was one of them because of the timing.
Kind of if-you-think-this-has-something-to-say-it's-just-you-test. He was wearing a jacket of an earthy dull orange colour.
Short time before i've passed two black men with same skin complexion and hair (length, curlyness).

On the 25th, at night, someone was posing with the engine of his car for a while.
When i just had left my home the first person, at the streetcrossing here, was a woman, in her 50ties, she was wearing an orange jacket of the same tone as the black man yesterday. She complained at a little child that was with her that it should learn. When i bicycled through the near park a man with black topclothing and black sunglasses, bald shaved head, maybe 30 years, made a shuffling step when passing, when he was directly at my side. It was obvious before that he would do something, he looked at me and was gloating. Then when i passed the fries/coffee/beer-hut in the corner of my eye there was something dull earthy orange coming towards me from the side, seemed it was a buddhist monk.
Later, on my way back, when i crossed a street, there was a black man at a bus stop. He was talking, as if he would have a conversation( no cellphone ), while looking at the advertising of the bus-stop in front of him, wich showed a woman.
At the bus-stop on the other side, just mirrowed, there were two black man talking, sounding much the way as the one on the other side( but to each other ), one looked much similar to him (and somewhat as the ones the day before).
When i stopped in the near park and sat on a bank a very dark black woman talking into a cellphone passed me.
When i was out at night( petrol station ), just when i came to the bigger street, there were two police cars, one was turning into it and bullhorned me to switch light on or get of the bicycle. With only a back reflector i choosed last. Because they'd turned around to look after me i had to get off again, and now the young cop wanted to seriously explain me how dangerous, wich did'nt really work, due to lack of traffic. At the end they asked my name, and i said my family name.
No payment, but i had to shove the cycle.

a mask again

The first time i left home on the 20th march there were two men on the streetcrossing here, one was wearing a jacket of the same pale blue colour as the cap of the greeting man yesterday was, the other was wearing dark jeans clothing, he was pressing a finger at a nostril, then breathes out as if he would get rid of some snot, then the other nostril, but at none he did have the snot for it. So it was a variation of the basic gesture(that hasn't been in use this year, but the eight before) in combination with an inverted sniffing noise.
In the supermarket when i was standing line up there was a man behind me who constantly bumbled/droned at a specially low frequency.
In the evening i walked to the cinema at the railway station, when i arrived at the near market/parking place i saw a skinhead with a camouflage jacket walking in my direction( but too far away to come close ), when i had crossed the street a small group of younger people passed me, male and female, one also had a camouflage-jacket, and on the place two men passed me, one was a skinhead, walking in a stupid way only right-extremist skinheads can do.
They were all walking in the direction of the streetcrossing i passed , but started at different points at/on the place, maybe -30/0/30 degrees (from me), and not exactly at the same time ( if they had the same distance), few seconds difference.

On the 21st at the near park a man came towards me and looked at me, not really unusual, only the slight feeling that maybe there was a reason for him beeing there. He had a moustache, a pale blue jeans jacket( not the blue the cap had ) and black stretch-jeans, seemed to be a leftie/antifa with traditional pants.
Later at the park i have seen a man on a bicycle, his jacket had similar colour to one i have( but was not wearing that time ), he was wearing black pants and a black ski-mask, he had a holland-velo( doesn't look like a antifa/autonom or so ).
When i had crossed the street behind the park i passed a group of younger teenager, one said "but this is sh!t ", the other answered " i've beaten him on his head, with a bludgeon " ("ich habe ihm auf den Kopf geschlagen, mit einem Knueppel ").
Later on my way when i had stopped in front of a fast-food-shop a fast walking skinhead in snow-camouflage-trousers, younger than twentie, passed me.
He turned his head in my direction, but not completely, so abrupt as if he had an electric shock.
If his head would't have been attached to his neck he would had catapulted it at me.
Maybe he did not expect me to stop there, at the next traffic light he could have been behind me.
When i had left home at night, just when i had turned around the corner i heared a loud shuffling step, but i could see no one.

On the 22nd, just when i stepped outside, a police-car turned into the street here.
The next time i was outside one street from here a man made some steps as if he could stumble, he stepped into a longer transparent binder/cable clip/lacing cord( Kabelbinder ), looked somewhat overdone to me, he wanted to make this noisy scuffling steps. He had unkempt especially voluminous hair( 70ties ) and was overweighted.

Some of the themes are inspired or passed from the news/media, the bumbling man and the one with the ski-mask&the corresponding teenagers( it seems to be about nazis who have been attacked by mask antifas in berlin, the accusation is tried killing, despite light injuries ) were such.
It all started back in the mid nineties, among the first people there were some clan-like, maybe with arab migration background, but i'm not sure for this( the leaders are white germans ), and also some martial artists. The first were all males.
In 98 the number of these people heighnered fastly, many germans from somewhere of the mid of society, no obvious political position, common looking males and females, any age, sect-like people, among their first their was a tall old man breathing at me in an obscene way when standing in line behind me, some of them were just standing there and staring at me, among them a complete family on a traffic island near my home.
In 99 it became routine, such people showed up nearly every day, when there are successive days where none show up it's usually at the end and beginning of a year.

symbol for symbolism

On the 16th march i've seen an especially firmed man, dressed in black, orange shirt below jacket, black sunglasses, looked like memorial of buddhist agent.
On the 17th at the cheap supermarket i had to step to the side to avoid the female clerk run into me with a storage-cart, at least as if nobody would be there.
On the 18th the loud-spoken word when i was at home that day was "Bosnier", did not sound friendly. Then when i was outside the next time, in the evening, a big man with a trenchcoat stepped in front of me on the narrow pavement, he was waiting behind a bus, kind of watchman-figure (so i had to adjust my way).
A loud tuned car was posing with it's engine at night here (small cobblestone-streets).
I heared the squeling door from my neighbour that day, don't know how often, also when there was no wind, and a few times the day before.
On the 19th, just around the corner, someone i've never seen greets me when passing, by raising the hand, without looking at me, he was wearing a pale blue cap, then when i bought a newspaper there was a man with a grey beard, his upper body was leaned forward in the right angle (looking at some books), his legs streaked, symmetrical stance, looked like set square porn posture.
I've seen a person who was wearing sneakers, the one was from a brown, the other one from a white pair(different upper leather). With his orange snowboard on his back and his blue bag under his arm maybe he wanted to present all basic colour themes.
(few other these days)
So these were low-key days, i was outside an hour an average each day.

egg

There was not much pressure behind what they did these days, maybe because the wheather became better. On the 12th march there was a person with a black t-shirt with a white oval sign on it, he wiped below his nose with his hand when i looked in his direction. He was still a bigger distance away( most of them like to come close), he was certainly one of the people who should look as if they would have to do with me.
Sometimes they do so, but it's a small part of it. In the last time they had more than usual.
Most the time the sniffing noise was the sidekick of the pointing-at-the-nostril, this year up to now it has been all done with the sniffing noise and few variations of the basic nose-gesture.
Then on the 12th there was a man doing a phallic gesture. Fit, camouflage-trousers.
Once i came back there was a younger man in a white shirt who wiped his mouth in a resolute move when he was in line with the entrance.

On the 13th march, on my way to the cheap supermarket, there was an granny sitting near/at the market/parking place.
A heavier build man in black t-shirt&shorts said to her "Hi ! Is this dangerous ?" ("Tag ! Ist das gefährlich?" ), then he said that she would have the best place in town.
The granny laughed.
Seemed they didn't know each other.
Then, when i was standing line up in the supermarket, an old woman admits me( i did'nt ask her)-because i had no shopping cart. She did not buy more than me, just a few things, there were just a few people in front of us, she sounded as if she would expect that i would collapse, just because i had no cart.
When i came to the market/parking place on my way back,at the traffic light, two people stepped hurried behind me.
The younger man of them had similarity to the one at the 7th, when i was at the do-it-yourself-bicycle-shop. The other one was more robust build, he had shaved hair and said to him :" ach, hair ! in the past i had it up to here", pointing to his shoulders.

When i buy eggs i eat two. Then i forget the others. Then i don't know wich i forgot first. Now i had some eggs to waste. I placed them in the bio-refuse-bin beneath a fir-branch, i did not want to crush them. I added old bread.
I went into the park. A teenager-couple stood few steps next to me, he said :" Here an Easter-man has been demolished" ( Hier ist ein Ostermann kaputtgemacht worden / father christmas=christmasman ), then he was marking time( trat auf der stelle), fast steps, i'm-so-funny-style. An analytical joke about the waste.

On the 14th in the park there was a man, maybe 50 years old, passing me closely, looking at my lighter when i used it, as if he would be checking if this would be allowed to me.
Some time later he passed me again closely, now he looked that way at my newspaper.
In the one hand he had some paper napkins.With his other hand he blew his nose.
Seemed that all his clothing was new, has yet not reacted to his movement, the jacket the pants. He had a blue cap, that tone that they favour since 2002, with some white letters on it.
Later that day i passed a man with very dark black skin and a round forehead, he made a sniffing noise, discreet but determined, a rarity because all that nose-theme wasn't used by the black, past the main phase wich ended in '04 there were some variations, maybe to smudge how it had been risen.

I should mention that those who route all these people towars me are a group of white germans.

On the 13&14th there i've seen some skinheads, not at once, but as if someone did spread them. At least some were right-extremist, one who belonged to them but had short hair and camouflage-jacket grimaced when passing, painful-stressed.

On the 15th march a gaunt tall unshaved man asked me if i could spend him 1€ for a coffee, i did (at the baker at the park).
Later at the near supermarket a granny wanted to donate me 5€, i said to her she could spend it to the red cross or so.
In the evening, when i arrived at the entance, a man dressed like me arrived at the same moment.
His clothing was similar, and the colours did exactly match mine, jacket, shoulderbag, pants.
He was taller than me, and had shorter fair bleached orderly hair.
I unlocked the door, and when i shouldered my bicycle he stepped in and holded the door open.
When i unlocked my door the young woman who lives on the other side of the floor opened to him (there are 4 flats a level).
When he was standing there she said to him :" You aren't a real man " and added "so artificial "(so künstlich).

Last year i used to sit in the near park, and because they have desks at the little takeaway/fastfood (freedfries, cake)-hut, i liked to buy me a coffee there, read newspaper, doing some sketches.
At the hut there was a tiny sandbox, and often also tiny children.
So at the next desk several times there were some people, not younger than 40, sitting and talking about paedophilia, and than looking at me in an expecting way.
Different people each time.
But they were not aggressive, maybe they really believed it would be a test. So i stayed there.
A few times there was a real buddhist monk there ( only last year ), who let me know that he was watching me.
The people at the cake&fries&beer-hut were somewhat to real lefties, liked goa-music and such.
At the end they placed a lime-green buddha next to the cake.
Once i was leaving i was passing a big skinhead who was standing line up.
His girlfriend in front of him signalized him when he had to streak his elbow out, just if he was stretching. Fortunately i was paranoid enough, so he just stood there, with his elbow. Doesn't really look like a leftie. Few times there were people sitting as if they were watchmen or so, in exposed positions.
In autuum i wasn't there for two rainy weeks. When i was there again, the spiritualized lefties had decided that i'm a trained nazi-leader( geschulter Nazi-Kader), and so i had to leave.
One of them was talking that transfered-meaning way, sitting diagonally behind me, saying loudly good-bye to someone with the same name as me, then nerved talking this nazi-stuff.
Then one of them stood behind me, saying "that's the point" at the pen i was using, agressiv enough to make clear that it would be healthier to leave.
He was a taller gaunt man with bleached hair, he was wearing a saturated-blue t-shirt, as they liked to show in 2002, he had a "sig sauer" printed on his back. Few weeks before i had seen a nazi-skinhead in the cheap supermarket with this shirt. The next time i've seen the blondie he had an orange t-shirt.
In the next time when i was passing that side of the park and when it was already dark, they did some action, playing a specially mixed tape with spooky sounds, passing me enthusiastic (with bicycle), one had an u-lock in his hand...
Once they followed me a longer distance, tossing a heavier chain in front of a pub at a big streetcrossing when i was passing, to make noise. They claimed that at least the park including the surrounding pavement was their territory. So they knew that their leaders did surveillance at me, and that they had routine, otherwise it would not have worked with the timing.
(when i'm sitting in the park now it's not too close to them)
Before this in the summer i was sitting at the water in the near park, with a beer.
It was already really dark, near midnight. I noticed that a person was standing to my right, at least 10 meters away. It took a while until i found out that there was a human, because he wasn't moving at all.
It was dark, but i felt that he was watching me. When i looked at him the next time he was somewhat closer. He made only one or two steps at a time, then he remained there without moving for about a minute, staring directly at me.
So it took him some time to get closer.
The street was just up the acclivity behind me, with houses at the other side.
It would have made no sense doing so, without knowing that someone would pay attention to the street.
At the end he was standing one meter to my side, staring directly at me without moving, i looked at him, he did nothing, just stared at my face.
Then he made his last step, now he was directly standing in front of me, staring into my face, without moving.
Because it was dark, no lantern, i could only see his outlines. He was heavier build, wider hips, had shorter hair, wearing jogging clothing.
His body was not facing me, it was between passing and facing position.
I also looked at his face, concentrated at calm breathing.
This was the situation for some time.
I said "what you want ?", wasn't easy to talk.
Then he said "hmmm... alone ?"
After a while he moved on. I think if i would only once had looked to the side, at next his body would have been facing me.
It was so programmed that the triggers were very mechanical.
Just when he had walked away an angry man passed me very closely, despite is was dark, to intimidate me. He said a short greeting while blewing his nose loudly into a tissue that he was pressing at his face with both hands when passing me. He had very short shaved hair(bald), a black leather jacket, a white t-shirt, somewhat weight-trained, maybe he knew some martial arts, maybe 40 years old, he walked in the same direction as the other one, who was maybe in his mid 30ies.
This was on the 17th may 06.
On the next day, in the park a jogger was passing me who looked somewhat similar to the stop-and-go-man. I think they had someone they could hang it on. He moved clumsy.
That days i've seen him again, he was presented to me, he was forced to move especially clumsy, a young turkish (or so) guy was next to him, on a bicycle, he looked to me in an expecting way. From my point of view the frontwheel and the jogger overlapped.
I did'nt tell anyone, and if the snorter wasn't his ally and would have been able to identify him in the dark, then he would have been close enough to get him.
And why they forced him to move in that clumsy way when they were not sure about him ?
I think they just had someone they could pressure to make fun of it, and to protect the real one, just for the case.

golden view

When i walked down the street here, on the 9th march, in front of me there was a black girl, a very young teenager, she lives somewhere near here.
And there was a (white) man, maybe late 40ties, who looked at me in a pushing way.
So he wanted to be a kind of guard or watchman.
There was no clue that they knew each other.

I had an anonymeous phonecall. There was a beep, short waiting, then someone hung up.

When i came back home the next time i was outside, there was someone behind me who made a simple whistle.
When i opened the door he repeated the whistle.
Then he stood in the middle of the entrance, i was already inside, but my bike wasn't, and because he didn't step to the side, it was a little formal to take it inside, while he was reading the names on both sides.
Then he said "hi".
I respondet "hi".
Then he walked away.
Maybe this was about the drug theme. He was dressed like i did around 2000, all olive/grey clothing, short shaved hair (i had short hair most the time, now i have long). He had a shoulder bag like me, but an other colour.
He looked older than me and was bigger.
I had my experience with hard drugs, also drunk too much, this was in the early nineties.
So i think this was to blend the early nineties with around 2000.
In the evening outside someone said very loudly, with a very rough voice " I will get you !" ( "Ich kriege dich" )
Then he said to his companion in a accostable accent, that his vocal cords were no more the best.
Seemed to be a punk. Sounded like Tom Waits.

On the 10th march these tv-broadcast-game (end of last posting) phoned me again (einmel Lotto für umsonst).
This time i could understand and speak normally, i asked them if they had disturbances, but the woman( not the same as last time) didn't know about that, also did not know about special effects.
Last time what i said was repeated, word by word, with a delay of at least a second.
It was louder than the woman speaking, i thought they recorded my voice and then played it, but it could also have been a person, just repeating what i said. I wondered a little because of the pronunciation of a word at the end of a sentence, but i don't know how my voice would aound to others. At the beginning, after the first words of the woman, a man ask me if i would have something to write it down (haben sie etwas zu schreiben), so there were two people. This was all he said, and then, after i talked, my words were repeated.
The woman said she didn't hear this.

On my way to the inner city a man in companion of his girlfriend came towards me, he was wearing yellowish-toned sunglasses and blinked at me.
Maybe he was a student.
Later a slim person on a dark mountainbike came towards me and jumped to take an abbreviation, before passing me he made a sniffing noise.
This was the response for me driving over a hindrance some time before, they do know someone who can do better.
In the inner city an asian man, maybe tibetan, dressed in white and grey, short hair, shaved and grown, passed me closely. It seemed it would have something to say for him. He was riding on an metallic velo, maybe nickeled.
On my way back i passed two very dark black children in front of the near martial arts school( the teacher in the supermarked is from there, and some others ), dressed in neon-yellow ponchos (wich does remind me the man with the backpack from the 6th and the man with the gloves from the 7th).

On the 11th march, at he streetcrossing at the near park, a woman behind me shouted/yelled a greeting towards my direction.
There was no one close to me, looked behind me, there was a black-haired woman with sunglassed, and next to her a man. The man then said "move on" ("geh weiter").
Then i passed two men with short shaved hair and olive parkas, both looking much the same.
So the woman yelled through me to them, no wonder that i would think if it should be adressed to me.
The next time i was outside an asian man, maybe tibetan, dressed in white and grey, with short black hair, came towars me on a metallic velo, maybe nickeled.
He grapped his saddle. Some time before i did so. There were few people on the streets.
Then there was a black dressed man on a bicycle, wearing black sunglasses, he looked at his groin and the at me, maybe i've seen him before, the salesman of an bicycleshop who heightened the prices after doing his job, maybe he followed me the second time.
And a few other people on the way, cannot describe everything. Maybe i describe about 50% an average.

On the 11th i heared th squiling door of my neighbour above me( he has no carpets ), i mentioned on the 8th febr. , maybe half a dozen times, yesterday twice. It's the first time since the stormy days, and it's not as loud as it was before.

two triangles

On the morning of the 6th march, when i came back home, there was a man standing near the entrance of the house.
He had seen me, but does not step to the side on the narrow pavement, so i had to slow down.
Then he waved to someone behind me, on the other side of the street.
Then he let me pass, he wanted to present me to someone, to a black woman who walked there, now looking to the ground.
The man was bigger than me, he had a black backpack with yellow triangles on it.
I think something hapened to the woman, and now she had been picked up, not to show me to her, but to show me the theme they are working with.

Later on that day i was in an alternative do-it-yourself bicycle-shop, the man there asked me for what purpose the cycle would be :"for touring or just for the usual golden triangle between university, pub and home" ( "...für das übliche Goldene Dreieck zwischen Uni, Kneipe und Wohnung" )[i'm not a student] and next, if i wanted to bring some speed on it( he explained the hub, "willst du da speed draufbringen" ).
(double meaning for going fast...)

On that day, when i was at home, a woman outside said loudly "oh god !", sounded dismayed, maybe 50 years old.
Hours later i said something like "why" to myself (reading...), not specially loud, this was immediatly commented by a sigh, i think from the same woman.
Hours later an other woman walked there, she said "a god ?!", and laughed.

On the 7th march, on my way to a hardware store, near the park a black woman came out of a house and looked at me in a somewhat distracted way, with the timing it would hardly be an accident.
Then at the store a man in a signal-orange raincoat entered in front of me, inside he passed two women wearing the same signalorange raincoats, they were waiting in front of a till, but not for the man.
On my way to the inner city there were three of these people, on came somewhat too close with his bycicle, he was dressed in black and said a gluedtogetherword, the one in the middle was "cycle"( "Rad" ), sounded as if a budgie had pooed his brain, he also looked at me that way.
In the shopping-centre a "sniffer". When i left it two cops dressed in the new dark blue uniforms entered.
The new jackets look like Michael Jackson.
Because these uniforms are dark, they did remind me the police i mentioned in my first posting, but they did not look like this.
And they were bodybuilded, this was obvious even at a fast look while they were wearing leather jackets, and they were trained to move at the same speed. Must have been special police.
On my way back i passed a black man at the townhall.
He had his eyes closed, so he did remind me the women from the 2nd march. He was wearing a jacket similar to mine, but in dark blue.

I was at a bicycle shop. I really need a new cycle, and i had the stupid idea to buy all the parts, mostly ebay, intead buying a complete bike. Didn't know how much parts are needed to make a cycle. They are many. On my way back, when i turned from a bigger street towards the park, there was a sharp-skin dressed in dark blue, looking at me, and then around the corner, a guy with a olive parka passed me on a cycle the way that i had to stop, with a cycle frame on my shoulder, maybe he wanted me to fall down, because he showed no reaction.
I was again at the do-it-yourself alternatives cycleshop, there were three people, a woman, a black dressed man and an old man. They all raised both arms wavy-wavy (winki-winki), t-tubby-style (fortunatly they didn't vocalized it), saying it was their basic greetings. I did not affiliate this, playfully they deplored.
Then they were standing around/behind me, one of them was from the martial arts school i was till 7 years ago(but he has not been there that time), and they were praising the training for a while( not speaking to me, just overdone happy-happy-actors).
I did not react to this, i stopped training because of mobbing, they did not know about this, but had a they-were-only-joking-version of it ("er versteht keinen Spass"), as far as i understood their act when it came to the end.
I think the woman knows someone i know, and most of the people i had been training with still showed their dislike for me years later, for example by turning the head abruptly away from me at 90 degrees when passing me, now they used these three for a soft version.
Exept this acting they behaved normally, and the woman helped me with the wheel.
(Another 90-degree-abruptly-head-turning exercise is inverse to this, it's for people who don't know me, and they turn their head this way to stare at me. This has been done by a martial-arts-teacher, while he was training people in the park-the same who was in the cheap supermarket with an orange t-shirt, and once even by someone who was obvious a buddhist monk, dressed in the traditional way, shaved head, in the shopping centre in the inner city-despite he cound't have seen me before he turned his head. At least he looked like a monk. They were both last year.)
In the early evening, when i was at home, two people walked the street, a woman and a man who says :"maybe he's doing yoga with his cycle"( "Rad" ), it sounded as if they could be the ones from the shop ( which doesn't say that they were it).
[don't know about yoga]

Then on my way to a petrol-station a cyclist in an neon-yellow poncho passed me, and dropped a pair of black gloves.
He dropped both at once, and they came lying next to each other, without beeing connected.
I told him that he'd dropped this.
The last time i was outside there was a single black woolen glove lying on the streetcrossing here.
It was not the first black glove i've seen here on the street crossing.
(I don't see black gloves so often, but more often than before, usually old ones made of leather.)
The next person who passed me was a nazi-skinhead in a black flight-jacket.
At the petrol-station there was a red car with a checkered stripe, ska-style, driving to the parking area on the back of the station.
During nighttime there were repeatedly two laughing men walking here, sounding much the same.

On the morning of the 8th march, before i entered the baker, on the other side of the street there was the driver (shaved head) of a refuse sollector loudly shouting at a grey bearded orderly dressed man on a bicycle: "you @rs€hol* ! I have green!"
Near them there was standing a black dressed man, shaved head, black cap, looking at me while wiping his mouth with his hand, maybe a right-extremist, in his 20ties.
When i left the baker there was a black dressed man on the other side of the street, a leftie, in his 40ies, looking at me.

I had a phonecall that said i had won something, because i answered a question about a tv-broadcast-that is nice.
There was much hissing and a special effect, with a delay i heared my own voice coming out of the phone.
Maybe this was to get the right mood for the theme, but it was too much, didn't understand anything.

stolen skull

On the 2nd march, in front of the townhall, four very dark black people came towards me, three woman and a man.
They had constat distances tp each other, like a comb.
I was on my bicycle, i slowed down, the man( to my right) stepped to the side, but not enough, so i stopped, till one of the woman also did a step to the side.
The women had their eyes closed.

When i was on my way to the cheap supermarkt on the 3rd march, there was one of the "sniffers" passing when i was dodging astounding widely smeared dogshit with my bicycle.
I heared a "look-there is al capone walking" from inside a house, when i was walking a smaller street, on that day.

I sometimes like to draw, and because there were medieval people in town, on the 4th march i thought this would make a good opportunity.
When i started, an overweigted medieval saleswoman (who was next to a priest/monk i had a try on) , came towards me, but then did'nt look at the sketchbook, intead she stooped and looked below it. There was only my pants.
When she walked back to the priest, three medieval girls stood next to me, and one also leaned forward, but only with her head at the same height of the sketchbook.
There was a tent, decorated with a cattle-skull, when i started to draw it, a man in companion of two or three women passed me, he said that he would need ideas, in an ironic way, accusing me stealing the idea of the skull-decoration.
However, the young northern goblinoid rigid-leatherclerk liked it.
I had a quick sketch at a smith, someone next to me said that it was a good hit, i denied, because it was only about posture, and had no real face, so i didn't know if he was kidding, i said for that i would need people who don't move.
More than two hours later, when i was at home, there were two (german) man walking the street, one said loudly "but he is polish" ("er ist ja Pole")-the smith was from an eastern european country, so maybe this was to accuse me being anti-polish.

On the 5th march, when i was in the supermarket at the corner, there was a man with very long hair standing in the middle in front of the entrance, looking in the direction of the tills, when i was leaving.
He did not move, had his mouth wide open, and stared into emptyness, into nothing, through it all, with an dismayed expression.
And remained this way, with his absent stare, when i came closer, just stood there, someone had pulled out his connector, still when i passed him.

the age of tea

On the 28 febr i was in a tea-shop in the inner city.
There were two older man who were slightly attached to me, the one could move his legs fastly, while the other one looked at me.
On my way back, at the street-crossing, a man who looked like Uri Geller came towards me.
He had a gaunt face, black hair, and-exept his eyeballs-black eyes, was dressed in black.
He looked at me, he had special eyes, as if a beeing that would consist entirely of eye-substance would inhabit his body.
He wasn't agressiv or specially attached to me, but it makes a coincidence, because at the 25th/26th i criticised some persons in an online discussion, because they believed that persons with parapsycholocical abilities must be without fail, they were like holy men to them. They sounded like religious fundamentalists to me.

On the 1rst march at about 2:30 a.m. i heared the neighbour, who lives above me, shouting.
Three times, two "ae" and one "ou". Then he closed a door of a cupboard loudly.
I've heared such shoutings before, the most likely to this one was when two men were there, one( the older) was sitting in the middle of the room, seems he wasn't moving, facing the window, and then making a single barking noise, that sounded like from beyond of consciousness, while the other was walking around.
I have heared this a few times, always the same.
( of course i could'nt see him, but this was what it sounded like )
Once i heared this from a woman, it was same exept she was doing some sequent barks.
It doesn't sound sexual or so, rather like automaton with malfunktion.
Some weeks ago i once woke up, because the neighbour was "talking" to me, no words, just syllabies, just through the floor, adressed to me. It sounded really dump, then he seemed to be happy.
He still likes to enter his bathroom when i'm in mine, but i haven't heared his prepared door yet, maybe it was just an idea for the stormy days.

When i was on my way to the cheap supermarket, just when i arrived the next bigger street, there was a man who equally moved a tissue thrice below his nose, and then repeated this while looking at me.
He was taller than average, black jacket, blue jeans, and his long hair (i've long hair, too) was grey, despite he was much too young for this. I think below his grey hair there was dark hair.
He was dressed orderly compared to his hair.
Then at a street crossing there was an older man next to me, dressed like a policeman(same green jacket and khaki trousers), but without cap and badges.
In the supermarket it took me somewhat longer when i was standing line up, because two clerks discussed the till, despite they were no newbies (this can happen).
While i was waiting, a remarkable nerved looking black man entered the supermarked, he was older than the usual ones who were attached at me (they were from 20ties to 40ties),
Maybe he used make up, his face seemed to be stylized.
I think this was inspired from the tea-shop were i was, it had this colonialistic style, and they got an antiquated toonish drawing of a black butler there.
(O.k., I've bought there before, maybe once a year.)