the signs say

When i was outside with my bicycle at the late afternoon/early evening of the 22nd of june, at the near park there have been two children, boys, the one had an bicycle, the other one a scooter. I couldn't see his face, because of the helmet, but it was obvious that he was too young. He was braking, the way that the backwheel was sliding. This was near the playground, on a way, not on the street. The other child signalized him that he should follow, wich would mean that they would have to ride on a cobblestone street. The helmet and the scooter looked newish, the situation showed that no adult one would be near. But it was usually acting, to remind the smoking boy from the 21rst. And when i was sitting in the park a jogger passed in front of me, white t-shirt and grey shorts, dressed much like the nose-jogger from the 21rst.
On the eastside i passed one of their nosegesturers, a discrete one, waiting with other people at a busstop. An agile slender young men, maybe 20, darker complexian, maybe arabian. He then turned around fastly but smooth, to show how he could move. When i arrived at the low bridge on my way back, a dark bald black man, dressed in an signal-/superblue t-shirt( i think "superblue" describes this blue well, like superman, as ideal as blue can be, their favourite "basic" blue ) turned around and looked at me. It seemed he was watching me, maybe to notify someone else. The bridge was full of people, waiting till they could pass, and the black one wasn't close, there were many others between. When all had started to walk and i came closer to the other side, i perceived someone in front of me/to my side , he was moving in an odd way, seemed to be kind of exercise. He was carrying a backpack in the one, an a bag in the other, both grapped on their top, they seemed to be heavy, and he walked very concentrated, not to move arms, hands, bags or head. He had his chin pressed to his throat all the time. Looked like a symmetrical dragging-his-chains-figure, something like this. I knew him once. but in '98, on a cobblestone-street, he came towards me, down the hill, dressed in a way he wouldn't dress normally. Simple plain white cotton sweatshirt and jogging pants, one set, and they didn't fit well. In contrast to this he had a black really shiny plastik shoulderback. He walked very straigth, robotik. He mechanically turned his head directly at me, but his eyes didn't move at all, he demontratively looked through me. The last time before this when i had seen him he was in front of me, with a bicycle, i was walking, without turning he had said a taunting goodbye with a high voice, then he pedaled fastly ahead, in a low gear. Since this i had seen him a few times, he likes bags. But back to the bridge now. At the end of the brigde on each side there was a man, dressed with a black t-shirt that showed a sailor ship, sketched in white. The one to my rigth had a dark very short iroquese-haircut. And short distance behind these there was a cop, dressed in green, on each side, it looked as if they were part of the constallation. The two men with the black t-shirts were waiting. Then the one to my rigth walked to the other one, passing directly in front of the carrier, turning his head to him. He said something, very fast, seemed it was about instruction, but the carrier negated with a minimal shake of his head. It looked very organized and experienced.
When i had passed the policeman i heared "Is he still there ? But he has such an eye-catching shirt." and "But you know each other from the class."( "Ist der noch da ? Aber er hat doch so ein auffälliges Hemd. Ihr kennt euch doch aus der Klasse."). Seemed the policemen were really part of it.
So this was a taunt because i had looked at the bagcarrier. I thought what "class" could have been about. Maybe this was again the martial arts theme. I had to stop 2000 or 01, after not less than 2 years. Of course now i wouldn't have any chance against him( and many others who would also have no chance ).
Few streets later i passed some people, one said "he's already away ?"( "Ist er schon weg ?" ), a taunt that said that i had been vanquished.
Next time i was outside a dark black man who was rubbing his nose came down the street, he had a nose like a boxer and the nose was somewhat fairer than his face.
And when i was outside at nigth someone on a bicycle braked hard short time after he'd set in front of me with some others, i had to stop, but didn't crush into him. There have also been some of them behind me, one made a comment on it, sounded estimating, maybe it was no accident.

The next time i was outside, in the afternoon of the 23rd, two security-men, wearing black clothes exept their bluish-green jackets, passed me. One said with an ironically "but i'm not responsible for that" (" aber da kann ich doch nichts für ") when passing.
The next time i was outside someone said "don't get provoced" (" nicht provozieren lassen ") when i arrived at the low bridge.
Then, about where the security-men passed me, there were some people standing, waiting. When i came closer one demonstrativly scratched his nose with his left while looking at me, then looked at my bicycle. Seemed to be lefties. The man was wearing a new olive green t-shirt, it showed a white logo, two crossed machine guns (i think M16) and a smaller gasmasked helmet on top of them. Short time later a man came agressively up to me from the side, so i had seen him when he already was next to me, he holded his hand in front of his face and shouted at me "i am so dense !" ( "ich bin so dicht"; "dicht" can say close or drunk ). Behind him there was a taller companion who laughed, they had talked about this before. Both had some weigth-training, could have been cops.
In the evening i was watching a band. Just when they had finished an upset big overweigthed security-man walked into the audience, near me, as if he had been alerted. But there wasn't anything that could have been the reason, and if he wanted to go somewhere else it would have made no sense to march into the crowd.

In the nigth, already on the 24th, i was at a petrol station. A tall gaunt man entered at the same time, i had seen him sometimes about 1990 or so, he seemed to be drunk, despite he said something and i answered he didn't recognize me.
He had a small jute bag with him, and inside the station he took out empty beer-cans and started to put them orderly next to each other on a rag, then he even started to straigten dents. So this was opposite of me on the 21rst.
I told him that this wouldn't be necessary, he didn't care, a clerk told him to follow, he dropped two cans at the same time, one in front, one behind, symmetrically at about the same angle. In front of me was a nosegesturer, turkish background or so, weigth-trained. He didn't look agressive, it seemed that he was really making a sign to me. He was holding the forefinger of his left vertically beside his nose, just for a very short moment. With this he was quoting the smoking child from the 21st.
On my way back a man on a bicycle passed me, he smiled at me, i knew him, had seen him 01 the last time. There was an experience wich wasn't really good.
In the afternoon i was again near the low bridge, a man greets me when passing. I mentioned him before, at a flea-market, he once did something, he had been a close friend of my brother, and when my brother died he was there. When i had seen him later and talked to him he grimaced at me, stared at me, to show me how my dead brother had looked like. So i didn't greet him back now. The next person who came towards me was his companion, following him. He was younger, had the same eyes. He asked me for some coins, with the same voice, a close relative. I ignored him, then he added "and if we would look very sad ?"( "und wenn wir ganz traurig gucken ?"). This humour was too complex that they could have thougth of it themselves. Then i bougth me a pizza. Just when i had it finished a girl, one of two children of darker complexion, came towards me. She asked me for money. She showed me a booklet, there was the copy of a small photo of a medic taped on the inside of the cover, and in the middle of the first page there was a single column of numbers, 2/ 1/ 0,50, wich should show the money she got. On the first page the column reached from top to bottom, the others were empty. It looked like a bad joke of the one who connects the money. She said "brother" and "surgery" ("Bruder, Operation"), she was from romania.
She had dirty clothing. I decided not to give, it makes no sense, it wouldn't improve her situation. Maybe i could had bought her some food, but it didn't came into my mind.

On the 25th i have seen a body-builded bald shaved postmen, wearing a signal-red polo-shirt and black cargo-shorts, he was running to his white bus, he lookes like one of the three red&black dressed ones from the 19th. And i had the impression as if he wanted me to show how he could run. Short time later, on my way back, i've seen him again, standing at a street-crossing, writing something into a booklet, kind of bodybuilding-posture that accentuated his strong arms. Later i've seen that he'd delievered a package, a neighbour took it for me. When i was sitting in the near park a noseman passed me, maybe 50 or so, blue t-Shirt and jeans, he almost closed his nostrils with his fingers and made a snorting noise, his cold enabled him to do so, when passing. Some time later a woman with a child, maybe her daugther, and a dog came towards me. The dog looked somewhat like the one from the 21rst, i'm not sure if it was the same, at leat the body looked similar. Maybe the one time i had sunglasses. I think this one was smaller, it looked like a kind of bulldog, also somewhat darker, frowned head. This one i had seen from the side, on the 19th from the front, one reason why it's face looked so strange was the colour, it looked like inverted. But also the shape was strange. So this time the child had the leash, the dog had a cold, and the woman stopped in front of me for a moment, and commiserating the dog, it sounded somewhat sarcastic. So with the snort-man before it was to show me that they are of them.
In the afternoon someone passed behind me and murmured something like "poopo" towards my (lower) back.
Maybe i knew him from martial arts once ? Maybe i don't want to know, and with this enhanced face expressions, who knows.
When i was outside in the evening they came up with what seemed to be their version of jesus.
On the other side of the traffic ligths at the near market/parking place, surrounded by some people, there was a taller( cannot really say, seemed bigger than the others around ) fair blonde man with very long hair. He was wearing high military boots, also military pants. His fixed eyes stared to somewhere above the ground. He had a straight posture, his appearence was categorical enough to ensure that no one would accidentially step into his way.
While because of his enlightment it made sense that his view did not touch ground-level at the same time it seemed that he tried to look into his forehead. On his forehead i've seen three marks, a prison-tattoo of a barbwire.
The man was in trance, i won't be near if he would "decide" that someone would be too close. But fortunatly this was obvious enough, so this won't hardly happen. After i had passed the place (i was walking) a shaved bald man on a bicycle passed me, he had a big bag on his back, black with two neon-yellow stripes, he made a nose gesture and then gave his scrotch a longer look. On my way back someone with short shaved hair, camouflage trousers and loosely bound brown boots passed me, for a moment he vaguely imitated the lag-lamb ( with this they admired themselves ). He had an U-lock in his rigth, pressing it against his chest.
When i arrived back there were two dark black men standing in front of the house, one was standing at the hedge, pissing. The talked in their language. The other was wearing a brigth orange t-shirt.
I was just short time in the flat, then got outside, when i was waiting at a streetcrossing at the near park i heared three times the word "horror" from behind me. I turned around, in front of the icecream-shop there were three laughing asian people, a man who had talked and two women, sitting on their bicycles, next to each other, looking towards my direction. The man was wearing brigth orange upper clothing.

And some others these days.