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.