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.