golden view

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

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

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

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

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

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

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