morning math

On the early morning of the 26th i bougth me a coffee at the railwaystation and sat at the water. In the a foggy morning, i could see the trees on the other side, but not further, a single person passed me. A muslim woman, maybe north-african( not black ), 50 years or so, wearing a pale yellow headscarf and a long coat. She had an energetic walk-style, before she passed in front of me i looked at her, she had her eyes closed, looked nearly as sleeping. Seemed that this should say that she is so pious that i should not look at her, because it would be really insulting. But she passed in front of me, at the water, behind me there was much more space, so it was somewhat paradox. She walked really straigth, anything was mathematically exact, her uprigth body, walking resolute parallel to the water, her arms did orbitate the body (ellbows much back at every step), instead just going for-and back, their ellbows remained bent at the same degree, she moved only her shoulders, hand and arms were one-piece. All this consistence looked like kind of ki-exercise.
I looked to the side, it was so concentrated, if she would had opened her eyes i would necessarily looked at her in the wrong moment. I found myself looking to the side for a while.
Next time i was outside it was early evening. On the other side of a streetcrossing two muslim women, headscarfs and long coats, were waiting. One of them had a blanket with her, same pale yellow colour as the headscarf of the woman in the morning, also with a spread pattern on it. When i bicycled down the street an other cyclist passed me, he looked at me, his big full beard made a contrast to his young bald-shaved face, he was blue-eyed, had glasses.
Then a cyclist, not younger than 40, passed me. He was wearing his black jacket with the backside to the front, it fitted him like half a poncho this way, beneath he was wearing a white shirt, as they are worn to a suit.
Then i was sitting on a bank on top of the big meadow in the near park, to smoke a cigarette.
A woman, maybe 50 years old, stopped next to the bank and stared at me. She had blue eyes, and she had a white dog with her. She was heading directly towards me. She made two short shuffling steps, as if she would stumble towards me, but abruptly stopped, and stared at me, again, while her dog pissed at the bush next to the bank. Then she moved on.
Just when she had passed a somewhat darker man, maybe arabian, usually not a weak person, in his 40ies, walked the path that crosses the big meadow.
He walked in a military way, not parading, but consistend and forceful, to show discipline and routine.
When he had reached the middle of the meadow he pointed to his nose with his left hand, the gesture fitted to the way he moved. When he came to the end of the path he took out a cellphone with his rigth. He had well-kept black hair, his clothes looked new, he was wearing an earthy-brown jacket and boots in the same colour, black pants, i think he had cargo-pants.
When i left home on the evening there was a broken beer-bottle next to the entrance, seemed it was crushed in front of it, already empty, and then the cullet already put to the side.
When i came back, at the streetcrossing a man came towards me, he had a darker complexion, maybe arabian, he looked to the ground, before he pased me he spread the fingers of his left hand, with tension, and looked at me, still holding his head down. Looks somewhat like a comic-posture, "the crow" or so. Maybe late 30ies, glasses.
When i was outside later that evening i passed four people, when i turned two streets from here. Two in the front, two behind them. Three (white) teenagers and a bald dark black men. One of the teenagers made a sniffing noise.
Short time later i passed a teenager who made their nose-gesture, pointing at his nostril.
Later two teenagers on bicycles passed me, one showed me the finger, fun for him.
I stopped, somewhat late, and turned around. They also had stopped, they were standing there with another cyclist who was behind me. Maybe their idea has been that the gesture was adressed to the one behind me, kind of greeting, so i would have no rigth to complain. The two were looking at me, the other cyclist was stnding with his back towards me.
I showed them the finger. I turned around, just when i had my feet on the pedals i heared a noise behind me, something small has dropped on the pavement, or had been thrown there. Don't know where it came from.
Directly on the other side of the wide street, parking cars in the mid, there was a group of black dressed people, watching me.

On the other two days they did nearly nothing.
When i was at a petrol station on the 27th, someone behind me in line complained in an overdone way that i wouldn't be fast enough. He leaned his body forward, to bring his agressive face beside me, so i could see it. A greyhaired, but fit man, wearing a dark red sweatshirt.
Later i was at a petrolstation agin, a girl came in, she had a cellphone and said "für die Heimat"("for the homeland"), as part of their conversation( or just repeating ). Outside again, not much later someone said with a matching pronounciation "it's as it is at the army" ("das ist ja wie bei der Bundeswehr").

When i was at the baker at the railwaystation in the morning of the 28th, an old gray-haired man, dressed in white and pale gray, left the station, he made a nose-gesture and a sniffing noise.

The nose-gesture was paused for about half a year, now it is in use again.

black gloves again and a mirrored meditator

When i was on my way to the baker in the early morning of the 22nd may, i passed a man on a street-bicycle who looked panicked, as if he was searching for a gap between the cars to escape from me. He was wearing neon-yellow clothing, rain-clothing, despite it was a sunny day.
When i left home on the evening a black dressed skinhead passed on the streetcrossing here on a bicycle, while abruptly turning his head on several not very interesting things, maybe cars, bicycles, the wall, as if something would be going on there, wich accented his fraugth expression.But he also looked like kind of watchman.
He had a shoulder bag similar to mine.
I was at the near bank, when i left it another skinhead was passing in front of it, he looked much the same as the one before, somewhat gaunt but athletically, same nearly fresh shaved bald head, but dressed in jeans jacket and appendant jeans.
He also had the same stiff expression, but without the fraugth searching.
Later, on my way back, i passed a heavier build bald shaved man who was standing on a side-street, talking to someone at a window above, in a perfect-neighbours-tone. Just perfekt. Next to him there was a man in blue workclothing. Short distance further at the next street-crossing there was a skinhead who'd turned his back to me, he covered over a bicycle as if he would be doing something, relieying on looking somewhat disturbing while doing so, there is something wrong ! He was dressed much like me. At the streetcrossing an athletic man with dark long curly hair, wearing a white sweatshirt, came towards me, he had his mouth wide open, so i could see his tongue well, he looked at me this way.
The next time i was outside on the near parking/market place there was a fresh shaved bald man standing, white t-shirt a khaki vest, of the same plain shape as the old man on the 21st got. When i had looked to the side and then seen him again he moved his hand downwards, he'd made a gesture in this moment, with his rigth hand, that was decorated with a golden ring.
I was outside in the evening, but i got health-problems, i sometimes have. I sat down on the stair of an entrance, it didn't take long and one of them passed on the other side of the street. After he'd looked at me he moved his mouth, to accentuate his nose. He was wearing dark clothes, headscarf (gangsta-style), looked like someone who had much experience with drugs, usually cokain. Then the next one passed me, coming from the same direction, but in front of me. He had long blonde hair, looked into my eyes, he looked normally, then he looked at my bicycle, as if he would expect kind of answer from it, or a part on it. Both men in their 40ies.

When i was ouside in the early evening of the 23rd, i passed two men who presented a gesture on a streetcrossing at the near parking/marked place. They holded each others hands firmly, making their hands scream: here are confidence and sincerity. They were posing in profile, symmetrically standing. The one to the left was a heavy man, maybe late 30ies, short gi-ish dark hair, he was usually weigth-trained. He had remarkeble thick strong lower arms( see comment from 21st ), his rigth, handholding arm was all over covered with a pattern, the lower and the upper, till it was covered by the shirt, it was just a structure, lines that became thinner and curved to their ends. It was very black, and the lines did not become really thin at the ends, it looked like drawn with a marker, i think it was a body-painting. Maybe someone was bored by dressing his minions.
The other was a conservative looking man in his 50ies. He said "and now you'll be going to train this", in the meaning that it should be exercised as instructed. The strong one confirmed that he would do so(" das kriege ich hin ").
( when i was watching the news on tv i've seen where they got the hands from : they're on the afghanistan logo from the military mission )
Later an ear-toucher(bald shaved man, maybe late 30ies, maybe skinhead), a nose-toucher( black dressed&sunglassed couple, the girl says "frighten"("Angst machen") to him, after he did hid gesture.
When i was outside again a younger man on an mtb came towards me, he was wearing black fingerless gloves, as the man on the 19th, and touched the handlebar of a older bicycle that was locked on a guard-trail, before he passed me.

When i was at the cheap supermarket on the 24th, a homeless(?) one who sells a magazine, he had done something for them before, was standing in front of it, he was wearing a sweatshirt with broad yellow and black horizontal stripes, like the Dalton brother prisoner clothing.
Inside the clerk who is one of them passed me several times, but did nothing, maybe because there was a new clerk with him.
When i had left the supermarket there was a group of people on the other side of the street. I think four of them were much the same, hyperactive, and liked to take hang-around gang-poses, at the guard-trail and the wall. Two of them were bald, one of the bald was wearing a yellow sweatshirt. They were in their 30ies, wearing common clothes. Next to them/behind them there was a bearded homeless one, maybe in his 50ies, who was stooping over his luggage, remaining so.
There was a weigth-trained man, who belonged to them, leaving. He was entirely tattooed, also his face. He was wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with a "50cent"-logo, and a headscarf. He had his arms somewhat spread, hung them on the muscles of his back, to show them (Rasierklingen unter den Achseln=>razor-armpitted). One from the four said "Olaf, are you going to Heiligendamm ?", pronouncing it as if they had been there often before. Seemed this was adressed to the striped magazine-seller, but usually sayed just to be sayed( no, i don't think they actually met dressed in yellow to date ).
When i bicycled the street at the supermarket, just around the corner, someone who pointed at his nose came towards me, still a bigger distance away, at the next street-crossing. Black T-shirt, in his 20ies, somewhat darker complexion.
When i had left the house in the early evening and had just turned at the streetcrossing here, a man came towards me on a bicycle, he put his fingers into the pocket of his pink shirt, as a gesture. I just had put some slim chewing gums into the pocket of my shirt, and was chewing one. I had been searching them before, and they commented it immediatly. The man was in his 20ies, wearing black sunglasses. Behind him at the next streetcrossing, there was a woman with a dog, she was wearing a wide sweatshirt of exactly the same pink colour. When i had turned at the stretcrossing a blonde woman with a baby carriage looked at me and pointed at her cheek, she was wearing a sweatshirt with thin horizontal white and pink stripes.
In the quarter with high migrant-% i passed an really overweigthed man, sitting on a scooter, without a helmet. He was wearing a brigth orange t-shirt, with a little tribal on the sleeve, that looked much like one on his arm below it. When i passed him he said "Deutschland".
Somewhere on the eastside a weigth-trained man passed me. He was wearing a plaid blue shirt, black fingerless gloves, he had a filled military backpack. In his left hand he carried a staff, holding it horizontally, looked like the ones used in the martial arts i did once, also of the same colour and thickness. He had an agressive and resolved expression, this was not for fun.

When i came back from the baker at the railwaystation in the early morning of the 25th, a man on a black fullsuspension-mtb nearly drove into me. I'd arrived at the streetcrossing at the near parking/market-place, diagonally opposite from where they stucked the flower between the spokes/from where the robotmonk( this cyclist came from the opposite direction ) passed me, on the 18th. I wasn't fast, because i had a coffee in my left hand, and slowed down, looking for moving cars. I haven't seen any, i'm not sure if the traffic light already had switched to green, because i go when there are no cars. But when the cyclist had passed me they were green, so he should had already red. He was coming from the left side, going as fast as possible, concentrating on moving nothing except his legs.
He had seen me, because he came from the side, i looked at him, to estimate if he would pass behind me, wich would be normal in this situation, or in front of me, not correct, but one is always half a pedestrian and arranges with the others.
He concentrated to refuse the sligthest reaction, pedaled as fast as he could. I braked, with on hand at the handlebar, a part of my frontwheel was on the bycicle lane, wich was part of the pavement. He did not pay attention at all, he concentrated to ride in the middle of the lane. While passing me he says fastly "das muss ja gehalten werden" wich says "it must be holded/kept/stopped", a joke, because "it" referred to my coffee or me as well as to his pedaling rhythm/speed.
Maybe he hoped to make me drop the coffee, at least. He was fast as a car.
I yelled a "what" at him, not even agressive, maybe i was curious if he would react, he did not, he had his clear instructions.
On the one side it would not be difficult to ram someone with a bicycle, but for doing this at highest speed a meditation/ritual to work down one's inhibition treshold makes sense.
He was wearing a red jacket, a blue helmet, black cycling shorts.
With blue ligth there would be no need to stop at red.
He was a trained man, maybe late 30ies, i don't expect that cycling is his original discipline. Maybe it was inspired by the doped cyclists on tv.
When i was outside at noon, i've seen remarkable many black people, as if they decided to go outside all at once.
In the pedestrian area someone said loudly "did i importune you" ("harbe ich sie bedränkt"), with a overdone pronounciation, seemed an old man said this to an old woman, they did say nothing else, it does'nt really sound like conversation.
When i bougth me a coffe in he inner city in the early evening, two men were sitting in front of the döner-shop. Next to them a black fullsuspension-mtb was leaned against the chairs. One said "by the way, did i tell you that i drive now without gear ?" to the other. Seemed he wanted that to be heared, i heared nothing else. Maybe the one in the morning had their version of a track-bike, as revenge for me rarely shifting ( I thougth about kicking my back derailleur).
When i drank my coffee on the other side of the place, a bald sunglassed man on a black fullsuspension-mtb came up the street.

And others these days, people pointing at their faces, noses, people making comments from out of sigth.

taunting nazi/taunted nazi

When i was at the big bridges on the 18th may, i heared the laugher of a woman, but i couldn't see her from my perspective. It sounded like the characteristik laugher i had sometimes heared from the flat above me, an woman, maybe 50, a rougher laugh. On my way back, near home, i cleanshaved bald man with a healthy teint, taller than average, came towards me, on a bicycle. I already expected that he would be one of them, he became more energetically as closer as he came. Also agressiv in the way that it says he could, if he would. Of course, i would'nt have had any chance, but that's not uncommon. He looked into my eyes, he had brown, he did a special exercise with his face-expression, kind of meditation, to impress me how much control he had about anything. The eyelids were straigth and horizontal, the upper and the lower were parallel, giving his eyes a rectangular shape. The pupils were in the mid, so the iris was cut at the upper and lower at the same amount.
The lips were also parallel, ligthly open, creating an appendant mouth. A very controlled person. The robotmonk passed my with his antic. He was a pressure-worker, but it was too absurd, i had to laugh( when he'd passed me, of course ). Then i waited at the traffic-ligts, and when i started i found that there was something between the spokes of my backwheel.
It was an orange flower, a rose or so, with a long stipe, already limp, it had lost some leaves on my way.
Fear them and love them, they are the creators, because they could destroy one. Of course, they do, or at least support it, but never mind, don't be fussy about that.
When i was outside in the evening i passed the railwaystation, a group of people were standing near the entrance, i wasn't close to them, i had just seen that there were bald among them. One was loudly taunting "but i'm against nazis, too!"-so they obvious were some.
When passed the park near the townhall, there was a gesturer, moving his hand towards his face/nose, only a discrete gesture, but in the moment he'd done this on the other side of the park someone exploded a banger. This wouldn't have appeared to others in this context, there was a fireworks later in the evening. The man was about 50 years old, wearing khaki coloured clothing.
When i cycled through the near park a bald man, maybe 40, came towards me, an red polo-shirt beneath his black jacket. When he looked at me with his motionless face to took his left hand out of his pocket and moved his finger down from his eye, maybe this should symbolize a tear.
At the near bank i had a try on the stair, and there have been a woman and a man, he had an older yellow street-bicycle, the woman said to the man " (but) he's doing so"( "tut er doch "). I think the man had explained something to her, why especially me would not need a mountainbike, something like this. I think he was the owner of the bicycle shop where they'd pressed in the headsetcups interchanged.
And there have been some other people that day, at least three wearing khaki or brown clothing, one younger who looked like a leftie, touching the tip of his nose with the ball of his hand. And two others, at least one of them usually a rightist, he looked like a symbiosis of a boyscout and policeman, with the old uniform, and he had a military backpack. They had both the same stiff necks and hair-length/cut. Already last week some of them liked to wear khaki or olive.

When i bougth buns at the baker at the railwaystation on the 19th, a man came towards he, from inside the baker, to pass me. While he came closer he made a nose-gesture, the basic gesture that had been used so often, except this year, pointing to his nostril. An maybe indonesian looking man, maybe late 40ies, dressed in conforming jeans jacket and pants.
There was a techno-wagon passing near the railwaystation, and some people were standing in front of the entrance. Among them three white-dressed turkish teenagers, when i carried my bicycle downstairs one was kidding "he's so strong !these muscles !". Don't know if some substances helped to be so funny.
In the inner city two childs passed me, maybe 7 years or so, on skateboards, and one had a surprisingly amazing skill to jump, really, then he came towards me and looked at me. Normally this would just be nice, but due to my experience i already expected that this was to show me what they can use now/got access to. When they'd passed me i turned to leave the pedestrian zone, and there was someone waiting, a man on a bicycle, posing in this watchman-style, his hands had demonstratively firmly grasped the bar, he was wearing black fingerless gloves, and he had a neon-yellow rigid fork.
I had the feeling that some pedestrians had moved in a way to control my speed, so i had to pass him slowly, and because i didn't want to see this poser i then couldn't look at his face. With the low, maybe controlled, speed this feeled as if they had forced me to confirm his authority. Maybe this was the revenge for my try at the stair the day before.
So many words for such a little gesture that is hard to describe, because at all it's just the subtle feeling of presence.
When i walked in the near park in the evening up the slope a group of black dressed teenagers walked on the parallel street. One cholerically shouted "then i would rather die !".

Just when i had entered the near park on the 20th, a big very blonde man in stretch-clothing, a superman-signal blue longsleeved shirt and a black shorts, showing his trained muscles, wearing black sunglasses, came towards me on the narrow way, bushes to the left and rigth. He seemed to be gay, and when he came closer he raised both hands to his breast, he made a gesture as if he would have tits, while he looked at me.
I've already learned that i should not go in the park when it's dark.
And two or three gesturers, in the park and on the way back. The last was dressed in black, with a white stripe on the sleeves of his training jacket, much like the "cockroach"-man i'd described inmy last posting. He had fair hair and was holding his hand horizontally at his upper lip, maybe this should be a sign for beard, not sure.

When i was waiting at a traffic ligth on my way to the baker in the morning of the 21st, a man on a bicycle passed me, a funny composition. The cycle was small, maybe a youngsters cycle, and the really high quill of a threaded stem reached out of the frame, with a blank newish road-bar on it. well, everybody as he want's. But again, one of these symbols. He had turned his head half-way towards me, and while turning on the bigger street, holding it in the same ankle turned towards me, to show me that he's here to accuse me for the cryptic meaning of his funny steering, something like this. A man in his 50ies.
I was at the do-it-yourself-bicyclehelp at the lefties, because i had beheaded a spoke.
On my way to it a man with a black shoulder bag, maybe same as i got ( and had with me ), on a bicycle touched his strap and lifted it sligthly, before he passed me.
The cyclehelp helped, as it should do ! Once two teenager came in to look at my cycle( while i had to do with the wheel ), one said disappointed "i thougth it would be new". It's just an used riged mtb, more than 10 years old, non-hyped brand. And a myth had let them to it.
When i was outside in the early evening/late afternoon, the lefty i had described on the 8th passed me. He wasn't hapy to see me, i was also not happy to see him. He had a black bicycle, with a mickymouse bar on it. Seems to be new, i would remember, because i don't understand this invention. Maybe this should be a complaint about me daring to go to bicyclehelp-lefties.
Immediatly after i passed him( he came towards me ) i passed a couple, a white woman and a dark black man, no other people in sigth, so maybe they've been also part of the timing.
I cycled to a river, and before i turned to the smaller way along it, an older man, dressed with a saturated red shirt and a black vest, like lucky luke, came towards me and looked at me with some authority, maybe a policeman.
I think it was on my way back, someone out of sigth yelled "these strong lower arms !" ( i'm no more than 65kg, so much to these comments )
i was outside another time, on the other side of the streetcrossing near he railwaystation two bald very dark black males were waiting. They looked as about half of the black stalkers looked like ( most of the other half looked same, except rastas ), maybe in their 30ies, and i would have a bad chance against them if it would get worse.
One said nicely "helloo, huhu", also raising his hand. I ignored them, and one said, not as loud as the greeting, but still hearable "nazi".
At nigth someone constantly squiling with his brakes bicycled the street here.

I've described most of them these days.

men-in-black-theme

When i was sitting in the near park, reading, on the 15th may, a man in dark blue clothing, shorter hair, sat down on the next bank. While he was otherwise dressed as neutral as possible i thought only rigthist could like such shiny black walking shoes. He was obviously waiting for something or someone, did nothing but obviously waiting. When i stood up after a while to sit on the meadow he asked me if i would know the time, it seemed he had been waiting for asking me this.
At the end a police car slowly drove through the park. There have only been a few people there, and the goose who stopped the police.

When i was on my way to the near supermarket on the 16th, i passed three younger man who were coming from there, the first carried a bag in each hand. He made a sniffing noise, he was wearing black sunglasses. The second one was wearing a signal-blue polo-shirt (superman-blue) beneath his jacket, their favourite colour. The third one was very blonde, he was concentrating on aping my face expression. They all moved at the same speed and at the same distances to the next of them, really following each other, the distances were clearly too big for conversation or so. Seemed to be rigthists.
When i was in the supermarked and came close to the storage-door, their usual clerk( the one with the moustache who had been trained ) came out with a cart. He was hyped all the time, all energetic moving, he wants to be imposing, the authority at the fried pizzas, once he was doing a fast move with a carton towards me while coming closer.
At the late afternoon i was looking for a waterproof jacket. First i was at a military-shop. I tried a blue jacket with big "fbi" on the back (despite it's not waterproofed).
Then i was going to the shopping-center. A bearded man who looked somewhat like a homeless passed me and protruded his tongue to the side through the closed lips when he looked at me, much like the one from the 8th, but lips closed. He was carrying a backpack with a sleeping bag and something else orderly attached to it, each part wrapped in olive military anti-rain tarpaulin, in the middle ( not wrapped, of course )there was an fry-pan. He stepped on the escalator before me.
Then on top of the other escalator, going down, there was another man who looked at me and protruded fis tongue through his closed lips in the same way. It looked obscene.
In the corridor an unshaved man set in front of me, upper body and neck very stiff, but arms very loose. He opened a glass-door by throwing his shoulder on it, while demonstrating the special looseness of his arms.
He entered the store before me, stood at the sunglasses. He was somewhat gaunt, dark training-jacket with a stripe on the sleeves, a thick piercing-ring in his left ear, the peak of his cap too deep in his face, he had to lay his head back. He looked at the upper glasses, to demonstrate the stiffness of his neck. He moved somewhat like the cockroach-man in "men in black". Then he walked next to me, as if we would know each other. On another floor he also stood next to me. His eyes looked not as mad as the way he moved, it was fun to him. I don't know if he thougth it would fun for me also or if he knew that it was part of the exercise to look at me as if we would know each other. It's not just show, it's the real try to get connected to me by this harassment, it's a meditation to them, he/they want to be as present as possible. On the other hand other creations show no reaction at all and i have to step to the side, or they would run into me. This is a basic figure( was very common for some time ).
When i reached the near market/parking place on my way back, as well as at the beginning, there was a police-bus at the street at the shorter side. When i had crossed the place, on the other side of the traffic ligths there were a black woman with an military-cap and a big man dressed in a black suit beneath his black jacket waiting. They were not connected to each other, the man walked faster, he had an official authoritary style, also agressiv, on his mission, he made a nose-gesture before he passed me. The situation does remind me the couple from the 13th.
When i was standing in line in the near supermarket in the early evening there was a discrete sniffer behind me. He was dressed with a brown leather-jacket, a patch on his arm showed the american eagle with a line of yellow stars below, on his chest also a line of yellow stars and such.

When i was drinking a coffee on the 17th at a place in the inner city an older orderly dark dressed man inserted an orderly folded paper into a near gully, some distance away 2 people stood there and watched him, like an audeience, then he connected to them.
A democratic structure within the underground organisation ? No! says this figure, but it's not about the voter, because he's overground. So he's democratic. Maybe that's the message of this picture.
Later i was at the near park, not far away from the synagoge-memorial someone who had hair like hitler passed me. He was still a teenager, black hair, black jacket, camouflage.trousers, some thin hairs trying to darken his upper lip.
In the park there was a bigger group of young punks, two started to fight, just playing, maybe they were trained in judo or so, and maybe it was for show, the thinner, taller one took the stronger one on his shoulders, like a catcher, and threw the other one to the ground, again and again.
About one hour after i had seen the h-hair guy i've seen him again, also near the park, coming from the opposite direction he'd gone, crossing the street towards my direction. Now it seems he had some extre-gel, so much that the hair had formed to a drop loke shape covering his forehead.

is a loudspeaker really a loudspeaker

On the 8th may i walked to the near bank, on my way and when i had left there have been some guys, usually younger then 20, at least black upper clothing, some had long hair, usually lefties, who looked at me.
They all had a similar expression, so they have been done in one row. They did nothing special, just wanted to look at me, but not hostile. Maybe 4-5 of them, all near the bank. Before the last one of them showed up a grey-haired man with moustache, fair blue jeans-clothing, passed me on a bicycle and protrudet and moved his tongue while looking at me, as the women on the 6th did.
In the early evening i've seen a leftie who has stalked me before, i already mentioned him( on a bicycle near the railway station), it was near a record shop, two streets from here. Then at the next streetcrossing, closer to home, a woman with a signal yellow helmet crossed my way on a bicycle, she slowed down and said "excuse me", it was overdone, because she was so happy to stop and excuse, stupid fun.

On the 9th someone outside said "i have also a dumbbell, lying somewhere, do you touch/take (yours), do it or don't do it! ", this should say that a dumbbell(-training) is not required, he sounded agressiv.
When i was in the near park i tried to get a plug into the handlebar of my bicycle by hammering it on a curbstone( the day before i'd tried with a hammer, didn't work also).
When i left the park a black man on a bicycle passed me, he looked at me, seemed somewhat disturbed.
He could'nt have seen what i did to the black plugs, except he orbited the park completely.
Later there was an older men crossing a street and looking at me, watchman-style, while dabbing a creased tissue below his nose. Then he looked at an other men, who belonged to him and then passed me also. Both were wearing much the same sunglasses, darker to the eyebrows, "porno"pilot-style shape. The first could already have been 60, the second one at least late 40ties, had some beard.
When i was outside the next time and waited at a street, just came out of a shop street down, a big heavy overweigthed worker, no more the youngest, dressed in blue dungarees, stood next to me and fastly moved his fleshy arms, shaking them out, the way that i should see this, while turning his sleeves up.
Later on my way to the cheap supermarket there was a man, not younger than 50, white jacket with orange collar, he made a gesture as if he would have a beard. In the supermarked there was a man, looked somewhat consrvative, he contemplatively looked at me while moving a cucumber slowly in a somewhat eskrima-like way.
When i was outside again a bigger group oflefties passed me, and then on the bridge at the railway-station a black dressed lefty and a woman stood near me, talking slimy stuff.
Among the group before there was one i knew in the late 90ties, now he's one of them, feels ugly just to see him

On the 10th i woke up at 4 a.m. because someone with a extremely loud bicycle came up the street. Something with the spokes.
He waited 5-10 minutes below my window, then he moved on. Different sound for arriving and leaving, first evil-style, then clown-style.
I was at a bookstore in the shopping-center in the inner city. Before i entered there was a clean bald-shaved man dressed with an brigth orange sweatshirt, standing exposed in the middle, talking do-you-hear-this loudly into his cellphone, first french, giving his lips a totally french shape, last words german, without accent. Last time i was there at the same point there was the "yes, you !" voice through the installed phones.
Later the slimy-talking black-dressed lefty who stood near me on the bridge the day before passed directly in front of me on his bicycle.
When i was outside with my bicycle in the late afternoon there were two sniffers, the first was in the inner city, a taller heavy black man in his 20ies, he also moved the little finger towards his nose. He looked like someone i would expect that he would demonstrate against g8. But me is also important, of course. First me, then g8, it belongs together. The second sniffer was an older woman in the park, sportive walking without sticks, blue swaeatshirt, black trousers. Walking-stalking, good for the ego.
When i'd arrived at home and opened the door an importunate coughing man in his 50ies passed behind me, could have been a cop. They sometimes want to look like cops, but in few cases maybe they are.

On the 11th i woke up at 4 a.m. because a man with a very loud bicyle came up the street, loose fenders. It sounded as if he had locked his cycle, because he jingled with a chain, but then, a minute later or so, he moved on with his loud cycle.
When i was in the inner city a man and a woman stood near me, she said, like an actor "where am i ? at the traffic ligth", it should sound desorientated, insane, wich was fun to them.
Few seconds later a disturbed-looking black man passed me.

On the 12th-nothing ! Just one situation, after a black man passed me some spread younger lefties looked at me at the streetcrossing, but not hostile, just watching.

On the 13th a couple with children passed me, a black man and a white woman who was wearing an ample signal-orange upper cothing. They behaved normally, but then behind them there was a gesturer, a man with black sunglasses, grasping at his heart, with a discrete spiteful smile, as fascists can do.
When i wanted to buy me some fastfood at the railwaystation at late afternoon a couple stood next to me, the man said, accusating and knowing "and then he takes out his money". Money is always crime.
And then another time a sniffer passed me, and later he passed me again near a police station.
And another time a sniffer again, later an bald english-speaking man asked me if i would know where a hotel is, he mumbled the hotels name. When i'd already moved on i thougth maybe he misunderstood the name of a near building, wich sounds much the same, same vocals, only one consonant removed and another one added, so i told him the name of the building, somewhat loud maybe. He wasn't searching for it.
There is no hotel here that sounds like this.

When i was outside on the next day, at the 14th, just when i had walked down the street, a big body-builded very athletic man, usually a martial artist, passed me. He had GI-style hair, shaved sides, short shorts, and he was wearing a usa-colored t-shirt beneath his hacket, a "chef"-logo on it. Beside him, following him, there was a little girl dressed in pale pink.
The man was attached to her, to ensure that she keeps the formation, as people walking the dog do.
So they covered all the pavement, and i meandered.
In the afternoon an angry woman outside said something like "you know what you done, just shut up"("halt boss die fresse"), i think at least 40 years old.
Later when i was outside there was a younger man in companion of two women, when i have seen him he looked at me and made a wide gesture as if he would be pulling an very oversized hood over his head with both hands simultanously, he likes it to do this.
His upper clothing, jacket and hooded shirt, exactly matched mine.

And some other sniffers and gestikulating people, people who want me to know that they are watching me.
I've also seen remarkeable often police-cars most of these days.

just as usual

The last days they did not so much, but some basic activity, few discrete sniffers and such, each day, also few bicycle-posing, mostly not much pressure behind it.
I describe what was somewhat more elaborated or kind of thread.
I was in the shopping centre in the inner city on the 30th april, heading to a bookstore.
I room-filling voice behind me said loudly : "yes, you !" (in english).
It sounded much like the voice of a black, but maybe this was routine/exercise.
It sounded rough, an effect was added or the speaker was close to the phone, it came through the speakers ( real [tech] speakers installed in the centre-i've called people who speak like actors "loudspeakers" before ). I turned around, the people behind me, a family, totally ignored it.
I thougth if it would be an advertisement, but there was only a telephone-shop, and a baker.
And no other words or music.
Later, when i was walking to the near park, a man passed in front of the entrance on a bicycle.
He was wearing sunglasses with a bright frame, when he was in front of the entrance he touched his nose while looking at me, as if this would be or secret criminal gesture (most are done as accusation).
When i left the park at the entrance a robust skinhead with a pitbull passed me.

On the 2nd may there was an rockabilly-nosetoucher at the near supermarked, looked much like the elvis from the 28th(hair, sideburns ), also black t-shirt, this one had much tattooed lower arms, and then behind the next shelf a younger clerk to assist him, touching his nose while looking at me, black t-shirt, some gel at his hair.
The man who payed before me was wearind a saturated yellow t-shirt with matching green borders, but at all he looked orderly. He then opened the zipper of his backpack, and took out the food, he had it all in the backpack and the zipper closed, as if he wanted to steal it, and now took it out as if he would always do shopping this way.
In the early evening there was a black dressed man wearing a buckled pantskirt at the traffic ligth, shaved head, few hair left at the back. He was standing there without moving( not much traffic ), seemed it was important to him to have a meaning. Looked somewhat funny
(another time there was a couple standing in the street here, they stood there, arms around each other, as if they wanted to kiss, and looked at me and smiled. The man was wearing the same pantskirt. Not sure when this was, maybe the next day).
After i had crossed the street a sniffing woman passed me.
I was on my way to a petrol station, it was short distance to it, on my way back there was a bald man, black upper clothing, a white oriental dragon decorated his t-shirt. He was standing in front of a showcase, when i came closer he turned around and gave me a meaningful look.
Then at the streetcrossing where the pantskirted one has been before a white dressed, like a nurseon, passed me, he looked at me, had dark eye-rings, was agitated.

When i was sitting in the near park on the 3rd a man arrived the meadow, not far away from me he took a crooked posture, standing profile to me, and presented a rosary, holding it in front of him, with a somehat craned arm. He then sat down. His hair was bound to a knot, he was unshaved, wearing a brigth orange t-shirt with the royal air force circles decorating his chest.
Then a grey-haired orderly man passed me, specially stiff and uprigth, strutting the watchman, wearing a reddish orange t-shirt.
I left the park and walked to a computer-shop, when i passed the near marked/shopping-place to my left a bus was leaving the place, standing on the drive, waiting.
It was a police-car, but no where "polizei" was written on it, instead just 3 mirrored letters on the front, i think it was "gap", must be highway-police. A new car, just a narrow blue stripe on the side, both orange and blue lights.
I had to wait some time in the shop, on my way back the car passed me on this cobblestone-street. If it just had turned around to go there it would have already passed me on my way to the shop.

On the 5th a bald trained man wearing a t-shirt showing a drawn wolf-head, surrounded by the words " german navy infantry", in english, was driving with an old touring-bicycle in front of me, he was slow then, just wanted to show me, stopped at the next traffic-ligth, seemed he didn't plan to go anywhere, had done his mission.

On the 6th i was at a/the flea-market, once two grey-haired blacks came towards me, one came really close and looked into my eyes. They had fair skin, but the shape of their faces was typically black. The one who looked at me had blue eyes, usually the reason why he had been picked up for this.
I bought me something at a black one, and not much later three white man and a child stood next to me and one said " i'm rightist, but then i buy there" ("ich bin ja rechts, aber ich kaufe dann da"), speaking ironically, as if he wanted to complain. This was somewhat confusing to me, maybe they were rigthists, but i would wonder if some of them would think i would be also, maybe this was an emergency-action to be interpretated( or just routine-mindtricking themselfes ? )to others.
Or just for the case...
I remember once when it seemed they got stuck with their black, seemed it wasn't flowing as their wanted. Then at nigth white men were walking down the street, one was speaking loudly, explaining something about a drug conflict.
Also at the flea-market there were two women passing me, they both protruded their tongues and moved them in an obscene way, the first one was maybe late 40ies, looked somewhat dominant, the second one was overweigthed, don't really know how old, maybe late 30ties, she passed me some seconds later.
When i was sitting in the near park there was a very obvious sniffer, he also touched his nose when he looked at me, clearly showing that he was hostile towards me. He came across the big meadow, an arab-looking man, maybe late 40ties, khaki clothing, stretchy synthetic upper clothing, so his trained breast was visible.
At the late afternoon i was in the inner city again, at the church a lot of pastors came out, between them a black dressed athletic antifa-guy came towards me, passed in front of me. He raised one arm, as if he would greet me without expecting response, while opening and closing his hand, making a gesture for gossip. A day before i've used the word "gossip"(tratsch) in an e-mail.
In this mail i also mentioned someone who once really got on my nerves, nearly ten years ago( it fitted to the e-mail-theme ). Some time after the gossip-gesturer passed me this person passed me, loudly greeting, not directed to me, but also to no one else.
Then short time later someone dressed in white wide sporting clothing passed me, carrying a full kitbag, maybe a sandbag ( the fleamarked was already over, and there has been no more market where he came from). Usually a martial artist, i'm not sure if i had once trained with him (about 7 years ago, and i was wearing my sunglasses now).
In the late evening i was at the railway-station to buy me a pizza, in front of the entrance there were two black guys, i think not older then 20, fair blacks, the one was bald, not tall, but very robust, also trained. He was boastfully gesticulating.
When i was waiting for my pizza inside he passed me very close, without reason. He first walked towards me, when he was directly beside me, closer than one would get for conversation, he stepped behind me. Next to me he said clearly, while holding a cellphone at his ear " do this orderly, i will beat you up, i swear it to you " ( "mach mal ordentlich, du kriegst auf die fresse, ich schwör dir" ).
Short time later a group with some bald with them passed me, usually rigthists.

On the 7th on my way home one streetcrossing to the house a very dark black man stopped with the bicycle just when he had passed the crossing where i would turn in, he did so without steering or so, no obvious reason, seemed he just wanted to get connected to me with the timing.
Then an arduous man, maybe early 50ties, looked at his watch when passing me.
The next time when i was outside at tis streetcrossing a guy on a newish red cruiser bicycle rode down the street, looked somewhat like presentation, when i had turned and walked towards the next crossing a very dark black man jogged there, especially harmonically and also dynamically moving, i don't think even good runners would keep this for long. He was wearing a bright red hooded jacket with some black. When i arrived the crossing i've seen him a distance in front of me, he seemed more normally now, the hype...
I walked to the bank, at both automatons there were men, just standing there, without typing, an meditative ambiance.
Outside a grey-haired man wearing a red goretexjacket with some black locked his cycle.

The last days often rigthist have been near me, but it's just that it's more often than normally.