When i was sitting in the near park on the 26th april, it didn't take long that two women were walking there, marching, setting demonstratively their feet at the same time, moving like propaganda-fascists.
This was to "comment" on their stalker from the day before.
Someone out of sight yelled "i'm attacking you" (not directed towards me, just ambient ), ironically to say that there is no attack. At the end when i was sitting on a bank two men were standing near me, seemed they came through the hedge behind me. I think the one was an eskrima-teacher, from the training i participated once, he had short (bald&grown) shaved hair. The other one looked like a kung-fu-men, he had short dark hair and was wearing a saturated-red t-shirt. He said "someone want's a cigarette ?!", did not sound serious, ironically, maybe slightly accusating( i smoke cigarettes, they usually do not). They seemed somewhat hyperactive, urgent.
When i was standing in front of a shop where i wanted to buy me a newspaper, at early morning of the 27th, a guy on a mtb passed me, he looked/stared into my eyes despite i was wearing sunglasses, he had red eyes/circles around it, gave me a desperate but purposeful accusating look. Seemed this was an exercise to him to face the pure evil.
When i was sitting in the near park later there were some people saying some meaningful words, the one was the name a a near smaller town, others said "then he is standing there and he's someone else", something like this twice, from a couple and a small group, following each other at some distance, without beeing connected, but speaking the same way.
At the end a fresh&clean-shaved bald one passed there, especially clean dressed, but with a chain decorating his pants, a prim symbiotic style. I thought if he would be a rightist when i've seen him, he gave me a short derisive laugh, i think so.
When i was at the near supermarket then, i passed three people, one said that time ago he was doing much, now it has only been seven customers within three days. This seemed to have a meaning to them, they were glad to do so when i passed them, to show up as the knowing ones.
I had a phonecall in the afternoon, a man said that i had subscribed for a game online, where one could win a car.
I did, but it's time ago, and the man did not say the name of his agency, just "at an online-page".
He said that i would be among 75 people chosen for an game-test, i would pay 34€ for each month, half a year, if i don't win they would pay me back immediatly. They do this because of winning statistics, i would participate in 750 games a month. They have to do this, the law says this test is required. And they will also donate me a card that would enable me to get 25-45% at online-buys at 130 sellers. I would also get it if i would decide not to participate with the games, if i would get a blue letter but then send back a red one. I just have to tell them my bank-data now. I should imaginate that he could be craftsman in the house. We had already phoned for 13 minutes now, if he only wanted to get my data, he could have searched the waste at my bank, then he would also know how much money i got. But i don't throw my data into the waste there. He said others would do. I was not really intersted in doing so, and we stopped phoning. He knew my name, adress and birthdate.
When i was outside again when i passed the small meadow in the near park, where i was sitting before, someone said, to be heared "he is still exercising" ("er übt noch"). Then it was the time of the fresh&clean-shaved bald ones. Frenchised city.
The first two were at the street-crossing at the park where often their people like to show up. One was wiping his head, an other one passing him seemed to wonder about this. In front of a showcase on the backside of a bicycle-shop in the inner city there were two of them, in front of them an older woman on a bicycle was driving a small circle, one of them said "it's o.k. if you drive one more circle on the cycle" ("drehen sie ruhig noch eine Runde mit dem Rad"). Then the next one just at the beginning of the street, and here and there a absolute hairless one. Maybe some rightist, others maybe not.
In the morning of the 28th there was a black dressed cleanshaved bald young leftie at the trafic-lights waiting, i also stopped there.
Later, when i was at home, i heared some people near the streetcrossing, at a car, they discussed upset, sounded like "we are watching him"(wir beobachten ihn) and "but he has been drawing"(drawing/sketching=aber er hat ja gezeichnet), this was ironically to say it wouldn't make a difference/would be no excuse.
Half an hour later when i stepped out of the house a cleanshaved bald man with a white shepherd-dog was walking the streetcrossing here. I walked down the supermarket. When i was standing line up there were two men in front of me, i had to step to the side, because one wanted to get a bag, and then again, again something, but just normally. One said "and then when they had removed the engine, he became really calm". Then i was standing at the baker inside the shop, a black dressed woman was standing next to me, as if she would buy there too. But then she asked me to step to the side, there was a black scrunchy on the ground in font of me. She moved around me, picked it up and walked into the shop. She moved quick but naturally, seemed she had concentrated to do so, to show me.
Then i walked to a near asia-shop, when i crossed the street a man who looked somewhat like elvis, black t-shirt, also crossed the street, seemed he wanted to escort me, somewhat upset. Then in the shop they had a magazine"elvis still alive", showing an elvis on the cover, obvious same sideburns/haircut.
The next time when i was outside a cleanshaved bald one was at the streetcrossing here, when i came back. Moved the street up same direction as the one with the shepherd-dog, but this one had an mtb.
In the night of the 29th, a quarter to 3a.m. there were 3 teenagers, two guys and a girl, at the streetcrossing, in front of the house, one said "hey! it's not even three!", then they were singing "what is greeen and hanging between", then the girl shuffled and opened the bio-waste-can and was laughing and one said disguted "fish".
When i was at the bank a guy in an signal-blue with signal-red sweatshirt (few would dare...) entered also, he was wearing same chucks as me. He had dark rings around his eyes and gave me a baleful look, to show why he's there.
When i was at home there was some loudspeaking. Once, when i was half asleep i heared some younger people singing "there is only one affluence~(a name, don't remember)" ("es gibt nur einen Wohlstands~", etwa mit Rudi-Völler-Rhytmus vorgetragen).
(o.k., i have a bicycle now, normally it would attract no attention, but it's mine, it's exciting crime )
Sometimes these people have an unusual timing. However, they do something nearly every day since the end of the nineties, and i have to accept reduced movement since the mid-nineties. Among the first people, back in '96, there have been the only ones who showed really weapons. It was in a discotheque, on the other side of the dancefloor someone who was sitting there took out a knife. And in the staircase someone holding a piano-wire in front of his chest passed me. Both had somewhat darker complexion, the one with the wire was maybe in his late 30ties, the other one mid 20ies or so.
The last years there have been some people doing gestures/exercises that should resemble weapons. The only exception was a man with a moustache in the near supermarket, i've seen him only twice. He was opening boxes with a boxcutter, and when i passed him he moved it fastly, as an exercise, when i would had been closer( no more than 15cm ) he could have cut my face thrice in a single move. The next time i was there i had seen him also, he stepped in the corridor a distance in front of me and gave me a look, estimating, also somewhat warning, then he moved on.
Three times there have been people who put their hand into the inner pocket of their jacket, to resemble a gun. One was a man on a bicycle, streetcrossing during daytime, various people around. Another time it was a man of darker complexion coming towards me before i entered a asia-shop near the townhall. The time after the next time when i was there the moustached clerk layed his head back and crossed his throat with his finger, when i walked outside after i had payed him.
And there have also been three people who did an stabbing exercise, keeping the natural movement of their arms when passing, aimed to the left side of the chest, from behind, two joggers and a faster man on inline-skates at the water.
One of the joggers was at the near park, daytime, some other people not far away, the other one was when it was already dark, before this there have been again and again some of them around, then at a bus-stop there was no one, i stopped there, no one at sigth at all, then this one passed me. Both joggers had a somewhat military expression, it was their privilege, the inline skater was an athletic man with dark long hair and a beard.
Montag, 30. April 2007
Donnerstag, 26. April 2007
orange revaluation
I was sitting in the near park at early evening on the 23rd april.
2 sniffers, discrete but the same, one of covering his nose with his hand, the sleeve drawn over it.
In the middle of the big meadow there were some people playing frisbee, some lefties and a very dark black man with long rastas, wearing white wide clothing and a black vest. He was constantly moving in a thai-chi way, with ostentation.
Every movement, step, anything, all the time. And he was repeating a few real moves, throwing arms "loose" around the body, raising a knee defensive, taking a wide step into a deep position, arms up.
Once he was demonstratively focusing on an other player, passing closely. And then at me, despite i was sitting a long distance away, on a bank at the meadow. While doing so he raised one open hand, in a somewhat repelling way.
He had professional training.
Closer to me, to my left, there were two younger guys playing badminton. The one was always moving in an eskrima-way, always hitting the shuttlecock too hard, so they could hardly play.
He also knew how to move.
The people who are training these posers have all the professional support for doing so, teachers from different styles, anything at least where someone is holding whatever, mostly martial arts, but all these chi-stuff in general, but once they also had three black dressed fencers in the park. When i had walked there to look at them one was symbollically striking another( of the two facing each other )with a scabbard from behind, holding it with both hands.
Then they left.
They were all wearing black berets, the day before i had seen in the media that rigth extremist had been arrested because they were wearing black berets at a demonstration, and it's not allowed to wear such uniforms. However, the fencers didn't look like right-extremists.
They had their kung-fu-teachers in the park, once they head two people doing thai-chi, maybe also from that school, there, both raising a repelling hand towards me with their wonderously timing when i passed them.
In the evening ( 23rd) i was at a petrol station, there was a young guy with an older motorcycle, kind of naturally chopper.
It really looked rock'n roll, and used, at the side of it's dull black tank there was a skull with two crossed sabres below, on top there was a rally-stripe, both decoration in white. The guy, who looked somewhat young for a motorcycle, bought some fried pizzas, he was wearing a dull black military-styled helmet, shaved hair, and a brown leather jacket, both looked new.
Outside, instead just riding the street up he wanted to go, he first moved in the opposite direction, then riding back along the station on the pavement, to turn and pass directly in front of me, while looking at me.
So he wanted to show me his cycle.
When i had left the house there was an old black bicycle in the middle of the staircase on the lower floor, and the door of the entrance was (wide) open.
When i came back ten minutes later it was still the same, despite it was already dark, no one to see.
When i was at the baker early in the morning of the 24th i had placed my bycle at the entrance, that way that the front-wheel reached into it. Except me and the saleswomen no one was there, then a woman entered. One of the saleswomen wanted to place a plate outside and asked whos cycle it is, it should be put to the side.
The woman who had entered immediatly said that it's not theirs, but she'll put it to the side, and then did, as if she'd just waited for this. Then they all had this discrete smile, seemed this had a meaning for them.
When i crossed the low bridge near the railway station in the afternoon i passed a black woman. She was wiping below her eye, and when i looked at her she looked to the side with her round fixed eyes so wide open that the pupils were in the middle, looked like a toon-avatar i've seen on the internet day before.
Maybe this should say to me that i shouldn't look at her, because...
It's hardly possible to move without looking at people, but they got me much there, looking and stepping to the side, again and again.
When i was cycling along the inner city there was someone begging, sitting on the pavement. In front of him there was standing a heavy, overweighted skinhead, orange t-shirt, camouflage-trousers. Scar on the forehead
When i passed them, the sitting person was between the skinhead and me, the skinhead says to him "but you know where i live", sounded if they would know each other personally, and also reproachful.
There was no visual reaction of the sitting beggar, from my position it seemed he looked down, i cannot really say if they knew each other. With the timing it was bound to me.
Reminds me the one at the petrol-station. Maybe the one in the orange t-shirt has beaten me up with some others, long ago back in about '90.
When i passed the near yoga-centre in the late afternoon, there was a man standing in the gateway next to it. Just when i'd passed him he breathed out, in a consistant, hearable long and somewhat hissing way. At the next street, very close, a black dressed woman, dark hair, crossed my way, she had her gaping mouth open and was holding it this way when she turned her head at me, looking at me. There was no other reaction in her face, so she showed how confident she was about herself.
She looked fit, and except her expression not bad, usually one of the chi-people/martial artists.
When i was outside at night there was a woman on a bicycle in front of me, there were two man, when she passed them one yelled very loud "cunt" at her ( also : F....). She showed no reaction, just moved on. I looked at the man, his face was frozen into a disgusted hating expression. I would expect such behaviour at best from a at least totally drunken person, really down alcoholic or so, but he moved normally, just his face. His companion said that it would be enough, but speaking in a way that showed no interest, when i looked back to them the face-man shouted "no time" (keine Zeit) towards me.
The two looked somewhat orderly, could have been rightist.
No other peole in sight, they will pin it on me. Because the woman was only short time in front of me i give it a chance that she hasn't been there accidentially.
Few others that day.
When i was outside before noon on the 25th, at the streetcrossing at the park/baker where they show up often there was a sniffer passing me, an asian man on a bycicle, pink sweatshirt, black trousers.
Later that time i was outside a tall guy dressed in black, black slim glasses, on a black mtb was coming towards me. He was riding the lane in the wrong direction, i give nothing about this rules myself, however the lane isn't wide there, so one has to look at the other cyclist. He did not have his hands on the handlebar, and the way his arms hung said if we would collide he would grasp me instead of the bar. He had gi-styled haircut, shaved sides, short dark top.
When i entered a stationary shop a man on a bicycle passed closely, brown sunglasses ( i got sunglasses myself today, they'd been send again, but not mirrowed ones, so they are of limited use, because when they come close they still look into my eyes), he moved his mouth as if he would be speaking when he looked at me, in an overdone paroding way, that makes me stop chewing my chewing gum.
The next time i was outside i walked to the near park. On my way i was escortet by a guy who set his steps loudly at the same time when i set mine. He was scuffling walking on the balls of his feet, he had an agressive expression, absorbed my walking-rhythm. So i would have to try to get another one. ( This is something they like to do sometimes. There has also been a phase when it was common, maybe in 02 ). He was good, when i got faster there would have been "his" rhythm.
He walked at the other side of the side-street and then turned in the park before me.
He was wearing brown sunglasses, a lime-green hooded shirt ( same colour as the buddha-figure at the fries&beer&coffee-hut in the park, he was walking in that direction) and grey military shorts ( when i was at the stationary-shop before i bought a blank book, the saleswoman said they would also have some with moleskin-cover, pronounciating it in a french way, matching better their overpricing, so i told her the meaning and mentioned sand- and olive-colour in context with military clothing )
His clothing looked clean, just washed or new.
In the park next to me there was a couple who wanted to photograph a baby/little child, the woman had an alu-reflectorshield with her( yesterday when i watched tv i zapped into a documentary about a baby-photographer who became a tattooist).
At the beginning the man, holding the baby, explosively shouted "bamm! fly!" ("bamm! flieg" ) in my direction (standing at my side, i didn't look there, reading newspaper), but that was his load, then he behaved normally.
That was it that day.
2 sniffers, discrete but the same, one of covering his nose with his hand, the sleeve drawn over it.
In the middle of the big meadow there were some people playing frisbee, some lefties and a very dark black man with long rastas, wearing white wide clothing and a black vest. He was constantly moving in a thai-chi way, with ostentation.
Every movement, step, anything, all the time. And he was repeating a few real moves, throwing arms "loose" around the body, raising a knee defensive, taking a wide step into a deep position, arms up.
Once he was demonstratively focusing on an other player, passing closely. And then at me, despite i was sitting a long distance away, on a bank at the meadow. While doing so he raised one open hand, in a somewhat repelling way.
He had professional training.
Closer to me, to my left, there were two younger guys playing badminton. The one was always moving in an eskrima-way, always hitting the shuttlecock too hard, so they could hardly play.
He also knew how to move.
The people who are training these posers have all the professional support for doing so, teachers from different styles, anything at least where someone is holding whatever, mostly martial arts, but all these chi-stuff in general, but once they also had three black dressed fencers in the park. When i had walked there to look at them one was symbollically striking another( of the two facing each other )with a scabbard from behind, holding it with both hands.
Then they left.
They were all wearing black berets, the day before i had seen in the media that rigth extremist had been arrested because they were wearing black berets at a demonstration, and it's not allowed to wear such uniforms. However, the fencers didn't look like right-extremists.
They had their kung-fu-teachers in the park, once they head two people doing thai-chi, maybe also from that school, there, both raising a repelling hand towards me with their wonderously timing when i passed them.
In the evening ( 23rd) i was at a petrol station, there was a young guy with an older motorcycle, kind of naturally chopper.
It really looked rock'n roll, and used, at the side of it's dull black tank there was a skull with two crossed sabres below, on top there was a rally-stripe, both decoration in white. The guy, who looked somewhat young for a motorcycle, bought some fried pizzas, he was wearing a dull black military-styled helmet, shaved hair, and a brown leather jacket, both looked new.
Outside, instead just riding the street up he wanted to go, he first moved in the opposite direction, then riding back along the station on the pavement, to turn and pass directly in front of me, while looking at me.
So he wanted to show me his cycle.
When i had left the house there was an old black bicycle in the middle of the staircase on the lower floor, and the door of the entrance was (wide) open.
When i came back ten minutes later it was still the same, despite it was already dark, no one to see.
When i was at the baker early in the morning of the 24th i had placed my bycle at the entrance, that way that the front-wheel reached into it. Except me and the saleswomen no one was there, then a woman entered. One of the saleswomen wanted to place a plate outside and asked whos cycle it is, it should be put to the side.
The woman who had entered immediatly said that it's not theirs, but she'll put it to the side, and then did, as if she'd just waited for this. Then they all had this discrete smile, seemed this had a meaning for them.
When i crossed the low bridge near the railway station in the afternoon i passed a black woman. She was wiping below her eye, and when i looked at her she looked to the side with her round fixed eyes so wide open that the pupils were in the middle, looked like a toon-avatar i've seen on the internet day before.
Maybe this should say to me that i shouldn't look at her, because...
It's hardly possible to move without looking at people, but they got me much there, looking and stepping to the side, again and again.
When i was cycling along the inner city there was someone begging, sitting on the pavement. In front of him there was standing a heavy, overweighted skinhead, orange t-shirt, camouflage-trousers. Scar on the forehead
When i passed them, the sitting person was between the skinhead and me, the skinhead says to him "but you know where i live", sounded if they would know each other personally, and also reproachful.
There was no visual reaction of the sitting beggar, from my position it seemed he looked down, i cannot really say if they knew each other. With the timing it was bound to me.
Reminds me the one at the petrol-station. Maybe the one in the orange t-shirt has beaten me up with some others, long ago back in about '90.
When i passed the near yoga-centre in the late afternoon, there was a man standing in the gateway next to it. Just when i'd passed him he breathed out, in a consistant, hearable long and somewhat hissing way. At the next street, very close, a black dressed woman, dark hair, crossed my way, she had her gaping mouth open and was holding it this way when she turned her head at me, looking at me. There was no other reaction in her face, so she showed how confident she was about herself.
She looked fit, and except her expression not bad, usually one of the chi-people/martial artists.
When i was outside at night there was a woman on a bicycle in front of me, there were two man, when she passed them one yelled very loud "cunt" at her ( also : F....). She showed no reaction, just moved on. I looked at the man, his face was frozen into a disgusted hating expression. I would expect such behaviour at best from a at least totally drunken person, really down alcoholic or so, but he moved normally, just his face. His companion said that it would be enough, but speaking in a way that showed no interest, when i looked back to them the face-man shouted "no time" (keine Zeit) towards me.
The two looked somewhat orderly, could have been rightist.
No other peole in sight, they will pin it on me. Because the woman was only short time in front of me i give it a chance that she hasn't been there accidentially.
Few others that day.
When i was outside before noon on the 25th, at the streetcrossing at the park/baker where they show up often there was a sniffer passing me, an asian man on a bycicle, pink sweatshirt, black trousers.
Later that time i was outside a tall guy dressed in black, black slim glasses, on a black mtb was coming towards me. He was riding the lane in the wrong direction, i give nothing about this rules myself, however the lane isn't wide there, so one has to look at the other cyclist. He did not have his hands on the handlebar, and the way his arms hung said if we would collide he would grasp me instead of the bar. He had gi-styled haircut, shaved sides, short dark top.
When i entered a stationary shop a man on a bicycle passed closely, brown sunglasses ( i got sunglasses myself today, they'd been send again, but not mirrowed ones, so they are of limited use, because when they come close they still look into my eyes), he moved his mouth as if he would be speaking when he looked at me, in an overdone paroding way, that makes me stop chewing my chewing gum.
The next time i was outside i walked to the near park. On my way i was escortet by a guy who set his steps loudly at the same time when i set mine. He was scuffling walking on the balls of his feet, he had an agressive expression, absorbed my walking-rhythm. So i would have to try to get another one. ( This is something they like to do sometimes. There has also been a phase when it was common, maybe in 02 ). He was good, when i got faster there would have been "his" rhythm.
He walked at the other side of the side-street and then turned in the park before me.
He was wearing brown sunglasses, a lime-green hooded shirt ( same colour as the buddha-figure at the fries&beer&coffee-hut in the park, he was walking in that direction) and grey military shorts ( when i was at the stationary-shop before i bought a blank book, the saleswoman said they would also have some with moleskin-cover, pronounciating it in a french way, matching better their overpricing, so i told her the meaning and mentioned sand- and olive-colour in context with military clothing )
His clothing looked clean, just washed or new.
In the park next to me there was a couple who wanted to photograph a baby/little child, the woman had an alu-reflectorshield with her( yesterday when i watched tv i zapped into a documentary about a baby-photographer who became a tattooist).
At the beginning the man, holding the baby, explosively shouted "bamm! fly!" ("bamm! flieg" ) in my direction (standing at my side, i didn't look there, reading newspaper), but that was his load, then he behaved normally.
That was it that day.
Montag, 23. April 2007
glasses/news
There have only been one or a few of these people each day in the last time ( haven't been outside much ), basic sniffers and such. Bicycle-theme : best backwheel-cyclist. And an older man, dressed in black, with a brandnew all polished retro-rigid mtb.
One day was squiling-door-day.
On the 16th there was nothing real, just once there were two older people standing atthe streetcrossing here, man and a woman, the man said "there one can't hide anything", sounded ironically. Could this have been a crit on this surveillance ?
I have been at the bicycle shop where they pressed in the headset-cups interchanged again, and another day...at all i've been ten times at the two bicycle shops, payed at least 40€ just because of the headset ( wo the hs ), and once it was really loose, it would have been dangerous to ride( would have caused damage at least to the cycle ). It drained the fun out of the whole thing, somehow.
( and now the stem wasn't mounted straight )
When i left my bicycle there on the 17th april, there was a man coming up to it and looking at it, despite he had seen that it is no cycle from the shop for sale. He was wearing a black t-shirt and mirrored black sunglasses. I've bought me such glasses at e-bay, they've been shipped on the 10th but did'nt arrive.
( last year i didn't get a letter from my lawyer, a very old casee about nazis who never paid, this letter had been send again, didn't arrive, and then as an ensured letter( Einschreiben ), but also didn't arrive. At the end i walked there personally )
On the 21th, just when i stepped out of the house, i heared a double-honk, an older man holding a big handkerchief with both hands at his nose, not to wipe snot, obvious just as honking plea.
He concentrated on straigth-forward-moving, as the older man on the shiny cycle the day before. And looked somewhat similar.
On the 22nd, when i entered the railway station in the early morning, to go to the baker, a girl passed me, she did looke much like the girl that has been shown on newspapers, because she was burned alive. Same eye-makeup, same hair.
An obvious similarity. She was dressed in black.
This morning, when i had left a baker, there was a man who touched his nose when he looked at me, on the other side of the streetcrossing. It was somewhat irritating to look at his red face, because there was no contrast, no eyebrows or lash( on the fast look i had at him ).
One day was squiling-door-day.
On the 16th there was nothing real, just once there were two older people standing atthe streetcrossing here, man and a woman, the man said "there one can't hide anything", sounded ironically. Could this have been a crit on this surveillance ?
I have been at the bicycle shop where they pressed in the headset-cups interchanged again, and another day...at all i've been ten times at the two bicycle shops, payed at least 40€ just because of the headset ( wo the hs ), and once it was really loose, it would have been dangerous to ride( would have caused damage at least to the cycle ). It drained the fun out of the whole thing, somehow.
( and now the stem wasn't mounted straight )
When i left my bicycle there on the 17th april, there was a man coming up to it and looking at it, despite he had seen that it is no cycle from the shop for sale. He was wearing a black t-shirt and mirrored black sunglasses. I've bought me such glasses at e-bay, they've been shipped on the 10th but did'nt arrive.
( last year i didn't get a letter from my lawyer, a very old casee about nazis who never paid, this letter had been send again, didn't arrive, and then as an ensured letter( Einschreiben ), but also didn't arrive. At the end i walked there personally )
On the 21th, just when i stepped out of the house, i heared a double-honk, an older man holding a big handkerchief with both hands at his nose, not to wipe snot, obvious just as honking plea.
He concentrated on straigth-forward-moving, as the older man on the shiny cycle the day before. And looked somewhat similar.
On the 22nd, when i entered the railway station in the early morning, to go to the baker, a girl passed me, she did looke much like the girl that has been shown on newspapers, because she was burned alive. Same eye-makeup, same hair.
An obvious similarity. She was dressed in black.
This morning, when i had left a baker, there was a man who touched his nose when he looked at me, on the other side of the streetcrossing. It was somewhat irritating to look at his red face, because there was no contrast, no eyebrows or lash( on the fast look i had at him ).
Montag, 16. April 2007
a double malfunction
On the 12th april the telephone-repair-man was here. The malfunktion should have been already repaired. The malfunktions were : not possible to phone me, could not hear messages, had to dial the number of the city when phoning within the city, and at the end once an echo-effect ( my voice repeated with a delay, but not as loud as on the 8th march ).
The first repair was at one of these grey boxes outside, there were cables overlapping. The second one also, the cable from there to the house. Seemed both malfunctions had effect on only my phone( the repairer didn't know about others complaints ). But not on going online with internet.
In the evening, when i was outside with my bicycle one street from here, when the sidestreet meets the bigger street, i had to brake because i've seen a woman lately, she was standing on the street behind a short but high trailer/hanger with awning, the only point where i could not see her, moving her bicycle slightly for- and back, just to make a little light. While i had no light. This could have been a funny accident. But was not dramatically, because of my nice brakes.
On the 13th on one way i passed two discrete sniffers, both joggers, making the noise at the same intensity, the second was wearing a bright orange t-shirt.
The next time outside ( just a few minutes) i've seen the black dressed lefty from the 8th again, on his way to a near record-shop.
Later there was a well-trained man with a new bright-orange hooded shirt who looked at me, leaning his head to the side.
After midnight there were two men at the streetcrossing here, speaking a few words.
On said something like "he takes LSD", the they laughed, then they separated, the one coughed, sounded like he was importend now.
On the 14th there was a bald shaved man in shorts who, before i passed him, toched the point of his nose with his hand (near the wrist ), while looking at some people sitting outside (pub/cafe)as if whe was greeting soeone( but no one reacted ).
On my way back, parallel to this, one street further, i passed a man demonstratively wiped below his nose with his finger and making a sniffing noise while he looked at me. He had shorter darker hair, black t-shirt&sunglasses, tattooed lower arms.
An other time there were two women, a younger and an older one, who both pointed at their nostril at the same way, only a discrete gesture, but both at the same distance to me and same timing, few streets apart from each other.
This had been the basic gesture for many years, but i think this was the first time i've seen it this year.
The next time i was outside someone, sitting on his bicycle, breathes at me when i passed him, as if would be doing a physical exercise, the moment when i came from street to pavement, low curb. The next streetcrossing, when i turned, a woman on a bicycle, similar sunglasses as the man, stopped me for no reason, seemed to be fun, too. Later on that way two sniffers, the second one shaved bald, long chin-beard, hand in hand with his girlfriend.
On the 15th there was a slower woman on a bicycle in front of me, before i could pass her two men with professional street-bicycles came to my side, one passed me to set next to the woman, then driving at her speed, saying " the look...-street( streetname), let's look, they have changing articles here" ( "wechselndes Angebot", hatte nichts auf ) and then turning in front of me, so i had to brake. He, sunglassed, looked at me "i did not see you", -few seconds after passing me.
And two other streetbiker, who seemed to be from them, because of exposed position/timing/new cycle( on also this way, rthe other way back).
At the evening i was (again) at my absent parents to feed the cat. I was watching tv at night, when someone, standing in the garden behind the house, threw a tiny stone against the window, just to make a noise.
On my way back on a bigger street a man on a bicycle crossed my way, he slowed down, i corrected my way, but then he stopped in the middle of the street, for no reason, so i bypassed him widely (no cars near).
This have been the very most of them, these days.
There has already been a bicycle-theme last year, when i started to buy parts. Some people liked to pose with their cycles, often with new black ones, mostly mtb's.
Sometimes they like to use cars, driving centipede for example.
They often used silver-colourd ones, often new with that star( especially in 02 ).
The most exclusive car they used was an oldtimer, from the 30ties, maybe 40ties.
When i stepped out of the house it started the motor with a prominent gurgling suck, had waited down the one-way street ( in the middle, not parking as the others ), now slowly came up towards me, forward the wrong direction.
It had a gigantic hood, was open-topped, the body was of metallic anthracite colour, any other metal was chromed. Anything polished, newer than the first day.
There was only the driver sitting in it, when he came closer he abruptly turned his head towards me, accentuating the mechanical style of that movement with a jiggle at the end, as if he woud have a spring in his neck.
This was on the 19th august last year, at 2:15 p.m .
The first repair was at one of these grey boxes outside, there were cables overlapping. The second one also, the cable from there to the house. Seemed both malfunctions had effect on only my phone( the repairer didn't know about others complaints ). But not on going online with internet.
In the evening, when i was outside with my bicycle one street from here, when the sidestreet meets the bigger street, i had to brake because i've seen a woman lately, she was standing on the street behind a short but high trailer/hanger with awning, the only point where i could not see her, moving her bicycle slightly for- and back, just to make a little light. While i had no light. This could have been a funny accident. But was not dramatically, because of my nice brakes.
On the 13th on one way i passed two discrete sniffers, both joggers, making the noise at the same intensity, the second was wearing a bright orange t-shirt.
The next time outside ( just a few minutes) i've seen the black dressed lefty from the 8th again, on his way to a near record-shop.
Later there was a well-trained man with a new bright-orange hooded shirt who looked at me, leaning his head to the side.
After midnight there were two men at the streetcrossing here, speaking a few words.
On said something like "he takes LSD", the they laughed, then they separated, the one coughed, sounded like he was importend now.
On the 14th there was a bald shaved man in shorts who, before i passed him, toched the point of his nose with his hand (near the wrist ), while looking at some people sitting outside (pub/cafe)as if whe was greeting soeone( but no one reacted ).
On my way back, parallel to this, one street further, i passed a man demonstratively wiped below his nose with his finger and making a sniffing noise while he looked at me. He had shorter darker hair, black t-shirt&sunglasses, tattooed lower arms.
An other time there were two women, a younger and an older one, who both pointed at their nostril at the same way, only a discrete gesture, but both at the same distance to me and same timing, few streets apart from each other.
This had been the basic gesture for many years, but i think this was the first time i've seen it this year.
The next time i was outside someone, sitting on his bicycle, breathes at me when i passed him, as if would be doing a physical exercise, the moment when i came from street to pavement, low curb. The next streetcrossing, when i turned, a woman on a bicycle, similar sunglasses as the man, stopped me for no reason, seemed to be fun, too. Later on that way two sniffers, the second one shaved bald, long chin-beard, hand in hand with his girlfriend.
On the 15th there was a slower woman on a bicycle in front of me, before i could pass her two men with professional street-bicycles came to my side, one passed me to set next to the woman, then driving at her speed, saying " the look...-street( streetname), let's look, they have changing articles here" ( "wechselndes Angebot", hatte nichts auf ) and then turning in front of me, so i had to brake. He, sunglassed, looked at me "i did not see you", -few seconds after passing me.
And two other streetbiker, who seemed to be from them, because of exposed position/timing/new cycle( on also this way, rthe other way back).
At the evening i was (again) at my absent parents to feed the cat. I was watching tv at night, when someone, standing in the garden behind the house, threw a tiny stone against the window, just to make a noise.
On my way back on a bigger street a man on a bicycle crossed my way, he slowed down, i corrected my way, but then he stopped in the middle of the street, for no reason, so i bypassed him widely (no cars near).
This have been the very most of them, these days.
There has already been a bicycle-theme last year, when i started to buy parts. Some people liked to pose with their cycles, often with new black ones, mostly mtb's.
Sometimes they like to use cars, driving centipede for example.
They often used silver-colourd ones, often new with that star( especially in 02 ).
The most exclusive car they used was an oldtimer, from the 30ties, maybe 40ties.
When i stepped out of the house it started the motor with a prominent gurgling suck, had waited down the one-way street ( in the middle, not parking as the others ), now slowly came up towards me, forward the wrong direction.
It had a gigantic hood, was open-topped, the body was of metallic anthracite colour, any other metal was chromed. Anything polished, newer than the first day.
There was only the driver sitting in it, when he came closer he abruptly turned his head towards me, accentuating the mechanical style of that movement with a jiggle at the end, as if he woud have a spring in his neck.
This was on the 19th august last year, at 2:15 p.m .
Donnerstag, 12. April 2007
nose, ear, gum
On the 7th april someone walked down the street, speaking loudly into his cell-phone " i'm now here in the, aeh, damnation street, but i have no idea where ... is "(...=name that sounds somewhat like mine).
At night i bought me a coffee at a mc fast food, next to a petrol station( drunk it at home ), the last gulps tasted especially bad, and i got sick of it. Easy and especially efficient.
On the 8th i woke up because my neighbour above me was drumming a fst precise rhythm.Sounds if he woud have a wooden peg in the floor/wall.
When i was at the railway station there was a black dressed leftie who had been routed towards me before, hostile mindset, cycling slowly on a black bicycle. He looked at me.
I bought me coffee and buns, sat at the water, on the short way he passed in front of me at about my speed, when he turned.
When i was sitting there a man on a small old bicycle came across the bridge, when he was on the bridge he looked at me while wiping with his finger below his nose and making a loud sniffing noise, easy to notice at a bigger distance. Then he came towards me, stopped in front of me and asked me in an overdone whiny tone if i would have a cigarette, did not really sound if he wanted one, also somewhat grimacing in a way that fits his tone. I denied, he left to from where he came.
He had blonde longer fair hair, wearing a dark blue paddeddownjacket, small backpack.
When i started to get back the black dressed leftie passed me again, coming over the bridge.
On that day i passed a young black teenager girl ( i mentioned her before, on the 11th march ), at an entrance on the other side of the street there were two lefties, maybe a couple, watching and discussing me.
On the 9th there was someone who would have walked into me on the narrow pavement, if i would't had corrected my way twice, he completely ignored me, looking to the side, so it looked more naturally at this moment. He was wearing earphones, but not on his eyes. Maybe late 40ties, jacket and shirt both the same earthy colour. At the near traffic light there was a police-bus waiting.
Short time later when i was at home a loudspeaking man was walking down the street, explaining to the public. He was speaking english, i only understood "...like you", because this was loudest and he had a strong asian dialect, maybe tibetan ( only know D. Lama from tv ). Sounds if the context would be "nobody likes you", then he was laughing.
About 5 minutes later, two streets from here, i passed a young man with an blck alpha-jacket, somewhat orderly khaki pants, earphones, shorter hair, he brathes out in a baubling-laughing way when i looked at him. Looked like a rightiest. behind him, on the other side of the side-street i was crossing, there was a upset hurried man walking, he looked at me while he was demonstrative rubbing his upper gums with his finger. He was wearing a fluttering (because he was so hurried) trenchcoat of the same khaki as the pants of the alpha-earphoned, beneath he had a red shirt and a yellow muffler/scarf, buddhist colours. He was orderly dressed, had grey hair and a moustache.
In the evening in the bank a leftie who was routed towards me more than once before entered, and greeted me as if we would know each other (i ignored).
On the 10th near home someone passed me who looked demonstrative up to my flat,.
I've a bigger problem than i thought with my new bicycle. The headsets gets loose because the owner of the "radius" bicycle shop, who also had doubled the price after doing so..., had pressed the cups interchanged. And i've unusual phone-malfunction. Should have been already repaired, so there was a malfunction at the cable-net(kabelnetz), but it is still defect.
Among the people not especially described on the 10&11th there were at least two very dark blacks( maybe more, cannot know if they behave normally but they are more than usual, and same dark colour as one of them... )
When i was at a petrol-station( near fast-food from 7th ) at the evening there was a music out of a car, "new york", very loud ( good sound, filled all the station ). When i left the station, an especially straight-moving marine-soldier( without cap/hat ) was coming directly towards me, i don't think he would have stopped euphoric marching if i wouldn't had turned to the side( to my bicycle ).
On the 11th a man, maybe late 40ties, passed me, leaning his head to the side (away from me) when coming closer, holding/pressing his finger at his ear (side towards me) and then moving/circulating it, as a gesture. He was wearing an orange shirt beneath his jacket.
At the near supermarked there was a darker somewhat overweighted man standing in the entrance, he had a tabacco-packet in his mouth, as dogs carry bough, just standing there.
At night i bought me a coffee at a mc fast food, next to a petrol station( drunk it at home ), the last gulps tasted especially bad, and i got sick of it. Easy and especially efficient.
On the 8th i woke up because my neighbour above me was drumming a fst precise rhythm.Sounds if he woud have a wooden peg in the floor/wall.
When i was at the railway station there was a black dressed leftie who had been routed towards me before, hostile mindset, cycling slowly on a black bicycle. He looked at me.
I bought me coffee and buns, sat at the water, on the short way he passed in front of me at about my speed, when he turned.
When i was sitting there a man on a small old bicycle came across the bridge, when he was on the bridge he looked at me while wiping with his finger below his nose and making a loud sniffing noise, easy to notice at a bigger distance. Then he came towards me, stopped in front of me and asked me in an overdone whiny tone if i would have a cigarette, did not really sound if he wanted one, also somewhat grimacing in a way that fits his tone. I denied, he left to from where he came.
He had blonde longer fair hair, wearing a dark blue paddeddownjacket, small backpack.
When i started to get back the black dressed leftie passed me again, coming over the bridge.
On that day i passed a young black teenager girl ( i mentioned her before, on the 11th march ), at an entrance on the other side of the street there were two lefties, maybe a couple, watching and discussing me.
On the 9th there was someone who would have walked into me on the narrow pavement, if i would't had corrected my way twice, he completely ignored me, looking to the side, so it looked more naturally at this moment. He was wearing earphones, but not on his eyes. Maybe late 40ties, jacket and shirt both the same earthy colour. At the near traffic light there was a police-bus waiting.
Short time later when i was at home a loudspeaking man was walking down the street, explaining to the public. He was speaking english, i only understood "...like you", because this was loudest and he had a strong asian dialect, maybe tibetan ( only know D. Lama from tv ). Sounds if the context would be "nobody likes you", then he was laughing.
About 5 minutes later, two streets from here, i passed a young man with an blck alpha-jacket, somewhat orderly khaki pants, earphones, shorter hair, he brathes out in a baubling-laughing way when i looked at him. Looked like a rightiest. behind him, on the other side of the side-street i was crossing, there was a upset hurried man walking, he looked at me while he was demonstrative rubbing his upper gums with his finger. He was wearing a fluttering (because he was so hurried) trenchcoat of the same khaki as the pants of the alpha-earphoned, beneath he had a red shirt and a yellow muffler/scarf, buddhist colours. He was orderly dressed, had grey hair and a moustache.
In the evening in the bank a leftie who was routed towards me more than once before entered, and greeted me as if we would know each other (i ignored).
On the 10th near home someone passed me who looked demonstrative up to my flat,.
I've a bigger problem than i thought with my new bicycle. The headsets gets loose because the owner of the "radius" bicycle shop, who also had doubled the price after doing so..., had pressed the cups interchanged. And i've unusual phone-malfunction. Should have been already repaired, so there was a malfunction at the cable-net(kabelnetz), but it is still defect.
Among the people not especially described on the 10&11th there were at least two very dark blacks( maybe more, cannot know if they behave normally but they are more than usual, and same dark colour as one of them... )
When i was at a petrol-station( near fast-food from 7th ) at the evening there was a music out of a car, "new york", very loud ( good sound, filled all the station ). When i left the station, an especially straight-moving marine-soldier( without cap/hat ) was coming directly towards me, i don't think he would have stopped euphoric marching if i wouldn't had turned to the side( to my bicycle ).
On the 11th a man, maybe late 40ties, passed me, leaning his head to the side (away from me) when coming closer, holding/pressing his finger at his ear (side towards me) and then moving/circulating it, as a gesture. He was wearing an orange shirt beneath his jacket.
At the near supermarked there was a darker somewhat overweighted man standing in the entrance, he had a tabacco-packet in his mouth, as dogs carry bough, just standing there.
Samstag, 7. April 2007
napless agent
On the 4th april, at the near park, when i passed the synagogue-memorial, there was standing a man in front of an old woman( she was standing with her back towards me ), the man said " hasn't existed " ( "hat nicht existiert "). He was wearing a glossy black leatherjacket, he had geled darker hair, his body was leaned towards the memorial ( but not touching it ), as if the gravity would not work normal on him.
Maybe i should have gone there. Maybe it's just too common to me, that some figures are always there and i have no chance. So he did not say what " has'nt existed "( that was all i heared, but this clearly ), but the context was obvious.
Few minutes later on my way back there was a man in a snow-camouflage-jacket ( finer pattern, as the one at the petrol station and the one at the bicycle-shop) coming from the direction of the memorial, pale blue jeans, peaked cap, light brown leather boots. His mouth was surrounded by a colourless beard, he looked not old enough for grey, but the beard was not yellow enough for blonde. A firm person, usually not weak.
I think i've seen him before, on tv, won't wonder if he has some prominence.
When i arrived back home, about 15 minutes later, few meters from the entrance there was a antifa-guy, dressed in the so popular black clothing (shorts, t-shirt, peaked cap), younger than 20, he had an adult-sized but still fluffy neufundlaenderdog with him.
The dog barked at me, just because it was one of the dogs who sometimes like to bark.
The antifa said something to his sidekick. But i had to stop, because it was at the point where i wanted to get on the narrow pavement.
Later that day, when i bought me a snack, someone behind me said something like " it's possible " (" geht doch "), as if he would be a watchman or so. Seemed this was because the one who sold me the snack was a dark black man, and so they could not resist to comment it-what would happened if they were not watching me ?
(and few others that day)
On the 5th at about 2 am there was a man with a companion walking up the street here loudly saying stuff like "but if it's just the nice foreigner", obvious parodying the snack situation.
Must be hard for them.
Then i was out with my bicycle( i mostly use it to move, this time just to move ), and i've seen an impressive assortment of professional bicyclist-clothing on this sunny late afternoon.
The first were five mountainbiker on fullsuspension-bikes, wearing these narrow clothing with logos of whatever all over the it. Their bikes were specially dirty, don't know where they got it all these sunny days. They'd passed me one by one on the street, one commented my bycicle "but this is shit". Then they set in front of me as a bunch, driving at about my speed.
The logo an their arses was the e-mail adress of the local official( e.V.) bicyclist-community, with it's more than 100 years tradition( this is was the website says).
When i started to ride back a man with shaved hair and neon-green rainjacket on a bicycle passed me, he pressed one finger at a nostril and snotted through the other while looking at me, then he turned around to pass me again. Maybe there was also another reason for him to show up : he was also riding a no-suspension corrected rigid mtb. He had a black one with all parts silver. The straightest look ! Then on the bridge a full-bearded bicyclist in his all-weather-touring-clothing and sunglasses passed me, with his padded black gloves he'd grapped his cantilever-brake-levers( not like road~, no, really the levers) instead his bar. The next special bicyclist was wearing a bright-yellow poncho, he was holding his handlebar with his rigth, his left was hangig, then he clicked his shifter in a bowed move from upside-down once. Seemed he had the same rare shifters as me, but his rigth on the left.
Then a jogging woman, maybe a real sportswoman, pressing one finger at a nostril, breathing out biting and loud, without having a cold.
This was within 1 1/2 hours.
(the day before i was outside some hours, only one discrete at the beginning)
At the evening there was a "he can already walk"-comment on me, before that i'd bought a pizza at the railway-station, when i came out there were running black boys passing me( there have been many dark black men at the station, the speaker was white german, as the one at the snack ).
My neighbour above me was using his squiling door that day, don't know how often.
(that was it that day)
The 6th was a subtle day, no one came up to me, but it seems themes were present.
A woman in the bank breathes as if she would scent( the perception-meaning: wittern ).
When i've been at the laundromat, at the way to it i've seen the one who looks like the one from the lefties bicycle-help, i cannot say at a fast look if he is it.
When i waited inside four lefties on different rigid black&all parts blank retro-cycles in remarkable good condition stopped at the streetcrossing, directly in front of me. Looked like just professional serviced and nothing but sober street since. The one could have won a vintage-price.
( mine is nice, but especially the condition of the painting looks crab )
Some turkish young men were talking, one reminded the martial arts i did once mostly, then added that he beated him up("in die fresse hauen"), but otherwise they behaved normally.
Two black dressed nazi-skins passed on the other side of the street. Normally in this town there are not much nazis.
Later that day i passed again some people who seemed to be right-extremists, just when i arrived the inner city.
The first political-themed comment was back in 98. It was the top-act at the end of a two-weeks action. During these two weeks their speakers appeared more and more often, becoming more extreme. I think this was to work with the awareness and tolerance of the people who lived there ( not the street where i live now ). At the end a man ( one of the leaders ) was leaving his car, sounded as if he had a companion with him, he stood up the street, in the middle, at night.
He was speaking very loud, and it took some time, it was "certainly" adressed to someone in the street.
He said "jewish pig/sow, aehm, i mean, pimp sow" (in german it rhymes : "judensau, aehm, ludensau "), and that he had a gun.
At the end a police-car with blue-light on slowly drove down the street.
When it had passed the speaker left his car again, a little last joke : now he had no real gun with him, but he has one at home, maybe he would take it next time.
("jew" is only symbollically, i'm not, nor do i have a migration background)
Maybe i should have gone there. Maybe it's just too common to me, that some figures are always there and i have no chance. So he did not say what " has'nt existed "( that was all i heared, but this clearly ), but the context was obvious.
Few minutes later on my way back there was a man in a snow-camouflage-jacket ( finer pattern, as the one at the petrol station and the one at the bicycle-shop) coming from the direction of the memorial, pale blue jeans, peaked cap, light brown leather boots. His mouth was surrounded by a colourless beard, he looked not old enough for grey, but the beard was not yellow enough for blonde. A firm person, usually not weak.
I think i've seen him before, on tv, won't wonder if he has some prominence.
When i arrived back home, about 15 minutes later, few meters from the entrance there was a antifa-guy, dressed in the so popular black clothing (shorts, t-shirt, peaked cap), younger than 20, he had an adult-sized but still fluffy neufundlaenderdog with him.
The dog barked at me, just because it was one of the dogs who sometimes like to bark.
The antifa said something to his sidekick. But i had to stop, because it was at the point where i wanted to get on the narrow pavement.
Later that day, when i bought me a snack, someone behind me said something like " it's possible " (" geht doch "), as if he would be a watchman or so. Seemed this was because the one who sold me the snack was a dark black man, and so they could not resist to comment it-what would happened if they were not watching me ?
(and few others that day)
On the 5th at about 2 am there was a man with a companion walking up the street here loudly saying stuff like "but if it's just the nice foreigner", obvious parodying the snack situation.
Must be hard for them.
Then i was out with my bicycle( i mostly use it to move, this time just to move ), and i've seen an impressive assortment of professional bicyclist-clothing on this sunny late afternoon.
The first were five mountainbiker on fullsuspension-bikes, wearing these narrow clothing with logos of whatever all over the it. Their bikes were specially dirty, don't know where they got it all these sunny days. They'd passed me one by one on the street, one commented my bycicle "but this is shit". Then they set in front of me as a bunch, driving at about my speed.
The logo an their arses was the e-mail adress of the local official( e.V.) bicyclist-community, with it's more than 100 years tradition( this is was the website says).
When i started to ride back a man with shaved hair and neon-green rainjacket on a bicycle passed me, he pressed one finger at a nostril and snotted through the other while looking at me, then he turned around to pass me again. Maybe there was also another reason for him to show up : he was also riding a no-suspension corrected rigid mtb. He had a black one with all parts silver. The straightest look ! Then on the bridge a full-bearded bicyclist in his all-weather-touring-clothing and sunglasses passed me, with his padded black gloves he'd grapped his cantilever-brake-levers( not like road~, no, really the levers) instead his bar. The next special bicyclist was wearing a bright-yellow poncho, he was holding his handlebar with his rigth, his left was hangig, then he clicked his shifter in a bowed move from upside-down once. Seemed he had the same rare shifters as me, but his rigth on the left.
Then a jogging woman, maybe a real sportswoman, pressing one finger at a nostril, breathing out biting and loud, without having a cold.
This was within 1 1/2 hours.
(the day before i was outside some hours, only one discrete at the beginning)
At the evening there was a "he can already walk"-comment on me, before that i'd bought a pizza at the railway-station, when i came out there were running black boys passing me( there have been many dark black men at the station, the speaker was white german, as the one at the snack ).
My neighbour above me was using his squiling door that day, don't know how often.
(that was it that day)
The 6th was a subtle day, no one came up to me, but it seems themes were present.
A woman in the bank breathes as if she would scent( the perception-meaning: wittern ).
When i've been at the laundromat, at the way to it i've seen the one who looks like the one from the lefties bicycle-help, i cannot say at a fast look if he is it.
When i waited inside four lefties on different rigid black&all parts blank retro-cycles in remarkable good condition stopped at the streetcrossing, directly in front of me. Looked like just professional serviced and nothing but sober street since. The one could have won a vintage-price.
( mine is nice, but especially the condition of the painting looks crab )
Some turkish young men were talking, one reminded the martial arts i did once mostly, then added that he beated him up("in die fresse hauen"), but otherwise they behaved normally.
Two black dressed nazi-skins passed on the other side of the street. Normally in this town there are not much nazis.
Later that day i passed again some people who seemed to be right-extremists, just when i arrived the inner city.
The first political-themed comment was back in 98. It was the top-act at the end of a two-weeks action. During these two weeks their speakers appeared more and more often, becoming more extreme. I think this was to work with the awareness and tolerance of the people who lived there ( not the street where i live now ). At the end a man ( one of the leaders ) was leaving his car, sounded as if he had a companion with him, he stood up the street, in the middle, at night.
He was speaking very loud, and it took some time, it was "certainly" adressed to someone in the street.
He said "jewish pig/sow, aehm, i mean, pimp sow" (in german it rhymes : "judensau, aehm, ludensau "), and that he had a gun.
At the end a police-car with blue-light on slowly drove down the street.
When it had passed the speaker left his car again, a little last joke : now he had no real gun with him, but he has one at home, maybe he would take it next time.
("jew" is only symbollically, i'm not, nor do i have a migration background)
Dienstag, 3. April 2007
camou's camouflage
When i bicycled over a place in the inner city on the 30th march some people sitting there yelled at me as if i would be someone who did an exciting performance and they would be my public/fans.
Another time some people in a car, waiting at a traffic light, yelled "ey" at me, to create a criminal ambiance.
Maybe right-extremists.
There were two sniffers that day, one who was dressed with a bleached jeansjacket and stopped with his bicycle next to me also insisted on a criminal charisma.
When i was on my way to the shopping centre in the inner city on the 31th at the beginning a very ecological woman on a bicycle passed me, she was holding an japanese longbow wrapped in some decorative cloth, but with a string on it, as far as i remember.
In the shopping centre there was a black dressed overweighted stronger than average skinhead standing at a desk to the middle of the passage, much exposed, near the entrance of a large store. Then in the entrance a man of the same shape came up straight towards me, so i had to step to the side, or he would just have walked forceful into me.
A darker man with a muscle shirt that showed his strong arms came next and looked estimating at me, maybe both were foreigners.
Later that day at the park there were two men with a smaller dog. The one man had shaved hair, he said, more to me than to his companion "you know kurdish ?" ( "kannst du" ) and moved his leather leash that the metal carabiner on it made a noise, to show that it could be used as a weapon.
And few others that day, first was a female sniffer.
In the late night of the 1rst april there was the vehicle that sounds like lot again, but not for long.
I was bicycling twice that day, the first time few hours, there was a sniffer on a small bridge across a river, a younger man dressed in black sports clothing, black sunglasses, maybe a right-extrmist. When i turned around, already some distance away, he repeated.
On my way back at the bridge near the railwaystation there was another sniffer, a man with black upper clothing, dressed somewhat hiphopish, soaked with stylish cool- and hardness. He then greets someone with a handclap.
IWhen i bought me a pizza at the railwaystation a nosegesturer, grey full beard, dressed with black upper clothing, passed me. When i left the railwaystation the stylish sniffer entered it, passing me.
There was flea-market in the city, i've seen a limping, maybe homeless, full-bearded man there who was wearing exactly the same camouflage clothing as the (ex?)skinhead at the petrol station on the 26th march : a snow-camouflage jacket, same condition, he was wearing the hood( as the one at the petrol station did ), and a green camouflage pants, same pattern. This man was smaller, and the trousers of the man at the petrol station seemed somewhat short.
I've seen him before the 26th, there he was wearing this clothing already-so maybe the one at the petrol station borrowed his clothing ?
I've read the news from the police, and i found nothing about an attack that could have made this bump i described on 26th, now i think if it would be from a wound it would be time ago, and also the result of disease because of drug-addiction.
However, he was pesented in a way to me that made him a symbol for wound.
This was the story that was told me through all this symbolizers, as far as i could keep track of it, from what has been shown to me-wich does not necessarily have to say that people know what they should symbolize to me, especially not in wich context.
And at the flea-market i got two comments on my bycicle, that suggested somehow that i should'nt have it( because it's sooooooooo ), one was a loud speaking person somewhere between all the people, only voice, they sometimes like to do so.
Then i was bicycling again, near a petrol station ( same as 26th) a shorthaired man in camouflage-jacket on a bicycle passed me, an appendant man with sunglasses was standing in front of the station. Seemed to be right extremists.
A sniffer and his companion at the station.
On my way back from a wood there was a sniffer on a bicycle who then meets another cyclist, with shaved hair and black flight jacket, both driving in front of me, so i slowed down. Seemed to be right extremists.
Few others this day, not sure at all of them.
On the 2nd there were 3 discrete sniffers, few others.
I was again at the do-it-yourself-repair&help-bicycle-shop at the lefties.
Was normally. I thought the one younger man there once was behind me with someone with shaved hair, now i had seen him again, usually only similarity.
( this time he said a few words especially loud, they did fit in some way to his last theme )
On the 3rd on my way back from the baker at the streetcrossing in front of it there was a man, brush-cut, seemed he had some weight training, he was wearing a sweatshirt, the saturated blue they liked so much in 02, with the logo "speedcity" on his back. The next person i passed looked also like them, a black dressed man moving his head to his hand to touch.
On my way to the baker close to the point where the blue was, there was a skinhead, weight trained, white sweatshirt. Won't wonder if they would tend to rightier views.
I had to go to a bicycle shop. They really(!) should have done this better. But no problem then, fortunatly.
When i was leaving someone opened the door for me, i sat on my cycle to roll out, when my frontwheel was on the pavement someone came around the corner, so i stopped, he looked at me when passing, it was a skinhead in white camouflage jacket, wearing his hood, on a flashy red new fullsuspension mtb, usually no cheap one.
Later that day there was a sniffer, a man dressed in an orange jacket, yellow bicycle.
And the postman asked me if i had fallen in love "verliebt?" when he delivered a packet with a woman's handwriting on it.
(that's all)
Another time some people in a car, waiting at a traffic light, yelled "ey" at me, to create a criminal ambiance.
Maybe right-extremists.
There were two sniffers that day, one who was dressed with a bleached jeansjacket and stopped with his bicycle next to me also insisted on a criminal charisma.
When i was on my way to the shopping centre in the inner city on the 31th at the beginning a very ecological woman on a bicycle passed me, she was holding an japanese longbow wrapped in some decorative cloth, but with a string on it, as far as i remember.
In the shopping centre there was a black dressed overweighted stronger than average skinhead standing at a desk to the middle of the passage, much exposed, near the entrance of a large store. Then in the entrance a man of the same shape came up straight towards me, so i had to step to the side, or he would just have walked forceful into me.
A darker man with a muscle shirt that showed his strong arms came next and looked estimating at me, maybe both were foreigners.
Later that day at the park there were two men with a smaller dog. The one man had shaved hair, he said, more to me than to his companion "you know kurdish ?" ( "kannst du" ) and moved his leather leash that the metal carabiner on it made a noise, to show that it could be used as a weapon.
And few others that day, first was a female sniffer.
In the late night of the 1rst april there was the vehicle that sounds like lot again, but not for long.
I was bicycling twice that day, the first time few hours, there was a sniffer on a small bridge across a river, a younger man dressed in black sports clothing, black sunglasses, maybe a right-extrmist. When i turned around, already some distance away, he repeated.
On my way back at the bridge near the railwaystation there was another sniffer, a man with black upper clothing, dressed somewhat hiphopish, soaked with stylish cool- and hardness. He then greets someone with a handclap.
IWhen i bought me a pizza at the railwaystation a nosegesturer, grey full beard, dressed with black upper clothing, passed me. When i left the railwaystation the stylish sniffer entered it, passing me.
There was flea-market in the city, i've seen a limping, maybe homeless, full-bearded man there who was wearing exactly the same camouflage clothing as the (ex?)skinhead at the petrol station on the 26th march : a snow-camouflage jacket, same condition, he was wearing the hood( as the one at the petrol station did ), and a green camouflage pants, same pattern. This man was smaller, and the trousers of the man at the petrol station seemed somewhat short.
I've seen him before the 26th, there he was wearing this clothing already-so maybe the one at the petrol station borrowed his clothing ?
I've read the news from the police, and i found nothing about an attack that could have made this bump i described on 26th, now i think if it would be from a wound it would be time ago, and also the result of disease because of drug-addiction.
However, he was pesented in a way to me that made him a symbol for wound.
This was the story that was told me through all this symbolizers, as far as i could keep track of it, from what has been shown to me-wich does not necessarily have to say that people know what they should symbolize to me, especially not in wich context.
And at the flea-market i got two comments on my bycicle, that suggested somehow that i should'nt have it( because it's sooooooooo ), one was a loud speaking person somewhere between all the people, only voice, they sometimes like to do so.
Then i was bicycling again, near a petrol station ( same as 26th) a shorthaired man in camouflage-jacket on a bicycle passed me, an appendant man with sunglasses was standing in front of the station. Seemed to be right extremists.
A sniffer and his companion at the station.
On my way back from a wood there was a sniffer on a bicycle who then meets another cyclist, with shaved hair and black flight jacket, both driving in front of me, so i slowed down. Seemed to be right extremists.
Few others this day, not sure at all of them.
On the 2nd there were 3 discrete sniffers, few others.
I was again at the do-it-yourself-repair&help-bicycle-shop at the lefties.
Was normally. I thought the one younger man there once was behind me with someone with shaved hair, now i had seen him again, usually only similarity.
( this time he said a few words especially loud, they did fit in some way to his last theme )
On the 3rd on my way back from the baker at the streetcrossing in front of it there was a man, brush-cut, seemed he had some weight training, he was wearing a sweatshirt, the saturated blue they liked so much in 02, with the logo "speedcity" on his back. The next person i passed looked also like them, a black dressed man moving his head to his hand to touch.
On my way to the baker close to the point where the blue was, there was a skinhead, weight trained, white sweatshirt. Won't wonder if they would tend to rightier views.
I had to go to a bicycle shop. They really(!) should have done this better. But no problem then, fortunatly.
When i was leaving someone opened the door for me, i sat on my cycle to roll out, when my frontwheel was on the pavement someone came around the corner, so i stopped, he looked at me when passing, it was a skinhead in white camouflage jacket, wearing his hood, on a flashy red new fullsuspension mtb, usually no cheap one.
Later that day there was a sniffer, a man dressed in an orange jacket, yellow bicycle.
And the postman asked me if i had fallen in love "verliebt?" when he delivered a packet with a woman's handwriting on it.
(that's all)
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