holy glue

When i left home at the evening of the 29th may, on the other side of the streetcrossing there was a man standing facing in my direction, holding a cellphone at his ear. He looked fit, maybe about 30 years, short dark hair, he was wearing a white sweatshirt with thin black horizontal stripes on it. He said "there it is easiest to forget" ( "das kann man da ja am besten vergessen" ), in the meaning that there must be the need to forget something, pronounciating "forget" with a sharper, meaningful-knowing tone. He had a little accent, maybe east-european. The burden of his mission forced him to stand askew at some degrees, but he did withstand it, with his tensioned body.
Around the corner one of my neighbours came towards me, an older woman. I greeted her, but she looked to the side, than upwards to my flat. The first time she did so.
When i came to the near park a woman, maybe end of 30ies, darker complexion, left it. She gave me a determined look, in her rigth hand she was carrying a bow, made of ligth wood, i think with a string on it.
Later a man, early 20ies, with short-shaved hair passed me on a bicycle, he concentrated to hold his face-expression, he had knit his eyebrows to get an agressive expression, completely overdone, looked really like classic comic-book-style.
With this antic he gave me a look to present it to me, his eyes were not really connected to me, no personal interest, he was just doing so because he was told so, that's all.
When i arrived at the water a woman in her late 50ies, wearing a signal-orange jacket, passed me, she had her eyes nearly closed. With this she looked somewhat like a relaxed version of the muslim woman from the morning of the 26th.
On my way back there have been two people concentrating on aping face expression, the first one was half aping half like the eyebrow-holder before. Both with bicycles, the second one sqeaked his brakes immediatly after he passed me.
Then a nosegesturer (basic version), a carpenter in traditionel black clothing with a wide/broad hat. He was some distance away, so he turned around and looked at me, after he had passed, to ensure that i got it.
Before i turned in the street where i live, i passed four older asian woman with umbrellas (sligthly raining ), one started to sing before i passed, and she looked at the other, one supported her a few words. Sounded like a child song. The day before i bougth me some sushi, the woman who sold me the sushi looked somewhat like the singer. Not sure, didn't look closer to her.
About midnigth i carried down some waste, the young woman who lives on the opposite side of the floor had perched at her open door and was talking to a friend of her, who'd leaned against a wall downstairs.
He looked somewhat conservative, beneath his hhaki jacket he was wearing a black sweathirt with thin horizontal white stripes on it, same as the man on the other side of the streetcrossing the last time i left the house, just inverted. When i passed him the ligth automatically switched off (she switched it on then).
Within 1 1/4 h there have been 16 people who behaved somewhat different that day.

When i was outside in the morning of the 30th, someone out of sigth yelled "my slip !".
When i arrived at home in the late evening, a man with a fair retriever-dog came up the street. I was standing in the door and taking my bicycle inside when the confident snoopy older dog was standing in front of me, looking at me.
The dog moved on, then the man passed, he turned his head at me, and greeted me in a somewhat military way, as if he had to do so. The way he moved was also like this, he turned only the head. Seemed to be a rigthist, dark gi-styled hair, an athletic person. Maybe this was for the neighbours, to work out some rumours.
3, maybe 4 people within 1 h that day.

When was on my way to the laundry in the afternoon of the 31st, just around the corner two hopping girls, maybe 8 years or so, came towards me. I already thougth what could be next, because they looked so optimal. Then at the end of the street there was a man standing, maybe 30, fair hair, newish looking black hooded sweatshirt and pants, basically dressed like many lefties do, but he didn't really look like one. Seemed he concentrated to hold his cellphone in the same position, looking on the display. Maybe it had a camera. Short time before i passed him he started to move on, when he was passing me he was still looking at his phone and now typing slowly.
Before i arrived at the laundry an overweigted man in an brigth orange t-shirt and camouflage trousers passed me, he looked like a rigthist. He looked shirty, maybe he didn't want to be there. The next one behind him was a dark black one on a bicycle, don't know if this had to do with it.
On my way back, close to this, a man, maybe 50, wearing a polo-shirt of the same orange colour, beneath a greyish-khaki jacket, similar shade like the camou-tousers of the one before, passed me.
The next of them was a man, seemed his shaved legs liked solarium, wearing an usa-coloured t-shirt beneath his jacket, the same t-shirt the man i described on the 14th may, maybe he was the same person, i'm not sure, maybe the one on the 14th was bigger. However he was dressed the same, short shorts, gi-ish haircut, he walked on the other side of the street. He gave me a directed look twice, to show that he had an eye on me.
When i was outside at the early evening/late afternoon, a woman who pointed at her nose passed me, opposite of a church, where a woman was singing, a musician. The woman who passed me had long dark hair, about 30 years old, short pink sleeveless shirt, pale yellow flared pants. Short time later the next of them passed me, a man on a bicycle, pointing at his nose while looking at me, in a pushy friendly way, he looked directly into my eyes, if as we would know each other. Maybe early 40ies, darker hair, conforming jeans jacket and pants. He got really on my nerves. The next person i passed was a dark black woman, maybe this was part of the timing, and they wanted me to be in a bad mood when i pass her.
When i turned in the next big street a man who looked like buddha passed me on a bicycle, he smiled when he looked at me, he had no hair, maybe no hair at all on his head, he was really overweighted and looked like one of these sculptures one can buy iat asia-shops. He was wearing a brigth orange t-shirt, as the one near the laundry.
On myway back, near the park, there was a man, maybe turkish origin, he was wearing a white t-shirt, had tensioned arms, his shoulders much forward, his lips also, with his mouth open. He stood there, holding this expression while looking at me, looked somewhat agressive, also somewhat gay.
9 of them within 3h, with people who were just part of the timing, like the childs and the black, and people who seemed to quote previous without getting nasty it would make 17 people.

When i was at the bank before noon on the 1rst june, a soldier came in, the way it seems he wanted to be seen, he walked in a resolute here-i-am-style. He had gi-ish haircut, darker hair. Before and after he showed up there was an older man each, touching his face while looking at me, a discrete gesture, but both did much the same, same rhythm.
Then i was at the cheap supermarket. When i unlocked my bicycle a grey-haired man, wearing a blck t-shirt and a neon-yellow backpack, passed me. He was talking to himself when he looked at me. He continued to talk to himself when he'd passed me, gesticulating with his rigth hand. I understood a word, it was "nazi".
When i was outside with my bicycle in the afternoon, in a suburb a woman, in her 20ies, with really wet dark long hair came towards me, she was touching/rubbing her eye, and a man who was waiting with his bus to turn in the street was then touching his face, as if they would interact this way, but thats just for show, they alway get their instructions. He had grey hair, a moustache, he had a white bus, public services (Stadtwerke), with "Störung"(disturbance) printed on it.
On my way back, at a street crossing, two little childs, darker complexion, were walking in front of me when a man on a bicycle came towards me. He was wearing a bicyclist helmet, black sunglasses and purple upper clothing. He repeatedly looked hectically at me, and then to the childs, while moving the finger along the strap of his helmet, encircling his face, while smiling mischivously. The was as well adressed at me as to the childs, he did harass them also.
It's nothing new that they work this way with the childs-theme, to get some pressure behind it.
The next person who passed me was a man wearing an orange jacket, he looked at me.
In the next street i passed a man who was wearing a sweatshirt of the same purple as the one with the helmet.
10 of them within about 3 1/4h, including others who have been part of the timing, as the childs, it would make 14.
( there have also been some where i was not sure about, that day. Looked as if there would have been a rhythm behind some, connecting them, but that was it. One of them looked like someone i knew till the end of the 90ies, he also lived near where i had seen him, but i'm not sure )

In the morning of the 2nd two men on bicycles passed me, maybe late 30ies, one had darker complexion. One of them said "i have two children".
When i was at the market on the near place a salesman said "these two" in a somewhat derisive way when a dark black woman was walking in front of me.
When i was at home it rung at my door, it was a boy with a big bouquet of flowers, he asked me if i could take it for one of my neighbours. It was for the woman who looked to the side on the 29th. When i told him where she lived he was surprised, as if it didn't came into his mind to try to deliver it there.
When i was sitting in the near park in the afternoon, drinking a beer, people with baby carriages and little children came closer. One of them was an athletic man, already greyish hair, wearing clothing of orange and other reddish colours, spiritual lefties style. He kicked a plastic ball against a tree, it rebounds and then rolled towards me.
When he was next to me he said to a child who looked at me "you don't have to fear him, he's just sitting there",
and a woman behind him said "maybe he feeds on little children" ("vielleicht frisst er kleine Kinder"),
the man "he's just drinking beer",
me "both".
Spiritualized investigators, they haven't been here for fun, the woman looked afraid, i've seen her eyes.
My reaction could tell them how many children i have eaten.
Before these people passed me a woman, holding a baby in her arms, had asked me if i could throw my cigarette in the bushes, instead on the way, because her baby would feed on them( "die frisst sie sonst").
There was a jogger who passed in front of me six times, a stronger big heavy man, gi-ish haircut, maybe a cop, before he passed me the last time he spitted out, still some distance away, then looked at me, it had something to say to him, maybe he motivated himself for running with passing me, a winner.
6 of them within 1 1/4h.