point face, show colour, as it is

When i was outside in the afternoon of the 17th of september there was a gesturer, a sportive man dressed in a spick and span looking dark-blue sweatshirt. Maybe there were others of them, some people, mostly woman, had all remarkable similar face-expressions, before the gesturer passed me one of them stopped at a streetcrossing after she had looked at me, turned her head to the side and laughed, somewhat derisively, as if she had told herself a joke.
When i was outside in the late afternoon near a big streetcrossing two women wearing brigth orange upper clothing beneath their jackets came towards me on the narrow pavement, it was near a hospital. So i had to stop, both were happy, laughing, and somewhat hyped. Then two men wearing also the same newish brigth signal orange crossed the streetcrossing, both in the same direction. One was wearing a basecap of this colour, the other one, riding bycicle, had a jacket of this colour. All exactly the same colour, newish looking, especially the one on the bicycle, because he had the zipper of his jacket opened.
When i was at the near supermarket in the early evening a sniffer came in, a bodybuilded man wearing sportswear, conforming pants and jacket, the name of a club on the back. Before i left he stood in the corridor and repeated.
When i was outside in the evening a policecar passed me at the market-place, it switched on the blue-ligth when it was near me, just to cross the street. Later, when i arrived at a streetcrossing at the pedestrian-zone, another policecar with blueligths on passed me, it also switched on the siren. At all the streets vwere nearly empty. Both cars were blue. When i had turned in the pedestrian zone a sniffer passed me, he was dressed orderly, wearing a fair, maybe bluish, shirt and dark pants, he was protecting from rain with a blue umbrella, all his look matched the police-theme. He had no hair, exept big dark sideburns that were connected through a moustache.

In the afternoon of the 18th a woman, in her 50ies, came towards me, she uprigthly pressed her forefinger against a teeth of her upper jar. She made a smacking noise, must have been her tongue, because she holded the finger in this position and didn't move her jar. Maybe it had a sexual meaning to her, it also looked as if it could be about death.
And two more gesturers that day, one pointing at his chin, another time a man on a bicycle, he was holding the backside of his hand below his nose, he did this gesture to people in a customs-car that was parking in the pedestrian zone, he was passing the car very close and slowly, leaned towards them when i came closer.

When i had bougth something at a near shop in the late afternoon of the 19th a nosegesturer passed me when i unlocked my bicycle. He did his gesture when he was next to me, seemed to be a signal to someone on the other side of the street. The gesturer was dressed orderly with a dark blue sweater and khaki pants. To the shop and back it took me five minutes. The only reason i can think of why they sometimes make their gestures that they are adressed at others, or at least look so, is that they want to show others how i look, for later harassments. But it wouldn't be necessary, mostly they don't do so, so maybe this variation is just psychological, they could also stand somewhere out of sigth to teach this, or just give description with instruction, this must how they usually do. This way it's more officially, so maybe it helps them to identify with the stalking, feeling like police, as authority.
In the evening some people passed me, all with much the same expressions. Somehow authoritarian, and with a sligth knowing smile. I think they were three of them, all athletic persons, bigger than me. One passed me on a small wooden bridge of a lot, there it was more obvious. Because there was some pressure behind it i thougth what could be their reason. Before the first showed up i had seen a completely white dressed muslim, cap, long shirt, pants, all freshly washed, one set. Must have been for an event or so. Just because he sticked out of the others it came in my mind that this could have to do with it, but maybe that's just the mechanics of pressure.
At nigth i was outside again, at a place in the inner city i passed three men, they were standing in a symmetric triangular formation, facing each others. Desks and chairs led my way towards them, they had seen me, but didn't step to the side, for a little moment it looked as if they confirmed each other not to move, so i passed behind one of them closely. They were all bigger men, had the same very athletic proportions, darker complexion, maybe turkish, all dressed similar, dark clothing. One of them said "Jimmy", seemed to be adressed at me.

When i was outside in the evening of the 20th there was one of them who had a typical expression, short-haired, stern looking, maybe a martial artist, stepped on the pavement from between parking cars when i came closer. Later there was a woman wearing oversized clothing. She had black curly hair, was wearing big black sunglasses despite it was dark, And black clothing that made her look obese, despite she wasn't at all, the face didn't fit to this. And a white shirt beneath the jacket. She had a chewing gum, like me, and while caming closer she attached her chewing-rhythm to mine, moving her jaws more than i did, it was fun to her. Some hours later i got it, she was dressed up as an overweigthed rabbi. There was a knifing in Frankfuhrt, so this was inspired by it. But i have no idea what it said to the girl, maybe just fun. However i don't like organized stalking, even if it shows up as a joke.

In the afternoon of the 21rst there was a black man on the market place, he was wearing loose jogging pants, at a traffic ligth he met a woman on a bicycle, when i crossed the street they did also , walking behind me. They were talking, the black man said "nazi", seemed they were talking about me, they weren't agressive, but this was the theme. I entered a baker at the streetcrossing, when i came out the man stood near me to my side at the traffic ligth(other direction than before), the woman was behind me. The woman was wearing a long scarf, black and yellow striped, much like the ones soccer fans like to wear. The man looked at me and smiled, happy people they were. Seemed they followed me because they wanted to find out if i would be a nazi.
In the evening a young man on a bicycle came towards me on the streetcrossing, diagonally on the other side of the market place as the two in the afternoon. There was no traffic, and he was cycling on the wrong side of the traffic island. He repeatedly yelled "u.s.a.", think it was three times, and then "wonderbar"( mixture of wonderful and the german wunderbar ), he was really loud. Then a friend of him came from across the marketplace and nearly drove into him with his bicycle, both laughed. The second one was wearing a very long black and yellow striped scarf, as the woman in the afternoon. In the afternoon i had bougth me a book about israel lobby( in the u.s. ), so this was to comment it.

When i was outside in the evening of the 22nd a racing motorcycle speeded up when i walked down to the next bigger street, about when it was in line of me. The engine send a vibration through my body, despite it was still some distance away, maybe 50m or so. It was of a dull yellow colour, and had a bigger patch or so on it. Later at the low bridge there were two sniffers, one before i came to the bridge, a man on a bicycle who made a longer/multiple noise, and then two men on the bridge. Not a loud noise, but both did the same, exept the one on the bridge did a shorter one. Then at the streetcrossing at the busstops at the railwaystation a man on a red painted bicycle with an engine passed me, he speeded up, he wasn't fast but tottered with the handlebar while accelerating, so it looked as if it would be hard for him to keep control at top speed. Seemed to be part two to the motorcycle, and with the colours a buddhist theme. Then in front of the shopping centre i passed an orderly dressed dark black man, white shirt and black pants, he put a cigarette in his mouth when i came closer, in his other hand he was holding something that looked like a specially long rosary made out of plain colorless plexiglass.
At night, about 10:30pm, i heared something ouside, a rhytmic speaking, like those from demonstrations or sports-fans. I tried to understand( switch of tv, open ) but only got the last 1,5 words before it stopped, than short talking at normal loudness, then nothing, it came from the next backyard, the rythm did remind me rigth-extremists, but without context i cannot say. From the area below my window i heared a noise, someone was there, maybe he wanted me to know this, but i couldn't see no one, he was standing in the dark, maybe at the bushes. Five minutes later i got outside, had nothing better to do, in the next bigger street there were several groups of people, one of them was a small group of young men with short shaved hair/bald heads, heading towards the inner city. They seemed to be busy, didn't talk to each other. The other young people i passed also didn't talk. So with this basic busy mood and more people than usual at this time it could have to do with the speaking, but it's irritating, i don't know.

On the 23rd at about 2am i heared a woman outside, speaking into a cellphone, saying "now i'm here in the ~street", specially accentuating the streetname, maybe the singing atraccted her attention.
In the afternoon there was a hasty nosegesturer, wearing white upper clothing, coming out of a car at a petrol-station
In the late afternoon i was sitting in the park, a woman with two little children passed me, a boy who walked and a girl in a push chair. The girl said "germany is playing there, and hsv" (" deutschland spielt da "), still at that age that she sounded really childish, but with a surprising rough voice and very serious, seemed the first word she was taugth must have been a boozed "deutschland".
The woman was wearing a black t-shirt and had wrapped a purple piece of cloth diagonally around her upper body.
In the late evening there was a posing man in front of a shop for running shoes. He was standing in front of the window, holding a camera in front of him. His back was much leaned backwards, but it was straigth, only bend at the hip. He was wearing a blue jacket or shirt and kind of a black beret. Seemed that he was posing as a chinese spy, propaganda-stylish posing, he didn't move at all..

Last time i visited my parents they made a present to me, a book about budhism. I took it, but i wanted to exchange it against something else, i made my experience with the budhism, of course it does not have to say that's anywhere else as it is here, but it would be too ironically. So i made my way to a bookstore on the 24th. When i arrived at the street at the near park there were two woman on bicycles(together), an asian woman and an older (white) woman, who was wearing an orange jacket, she turned in the street i came up. I had already started to turn, but she didn't look at me and turned at a narrow angle, driving on the left side, and we both had to stop. She looked at me with her so firm budhist eye, that didn't move. Proud german buddhist. When i had been at the bookstore and unlocked my bicycle an asian man walked to the bicycle next to me, stood at my side. He was wearing an red poloshirt, with thin white stripes across, beneath his jacket, maybe 50 years.
In the early evening i passed an athletic gesturer, short hair, in the inner city, and there was a jogging nosegesturer, he made his gesture as if he would make it as a sign to someone else, but there was nobody. He was wearing superblue upper clothing and white pants.

When i was on my way to the cheap supermarket in the evening of the 25th, in the next parallel street from here two men came towards me, they hurried passed two others. Both were moving independently, but they were wearing jackets of exactly he same pale khaki colour. One of them was riding a bicycle, he was looking at his crotch for a moment, they sometimes like to do so. Then at the corner of the bigger street there was an older woman, looking imperious to somewhere above ground level, with her firm eyes. She had blue, as the woman with the orange jacket the day before. This one was wearing a blue ample sweater, synthetic fleece or so. When i had left the supermarket and was standing in front of my bicycle a woman passed on the pavement below me. She looked up to me, seemed she was searching for someone, but there was only me. She had long black hair, grey eyes, she looked as if she could have pain, and she had a much inhibited body posture. Seemed she was aping me, because of my bad health. An overweigthed teenage girl was laughing on her.
When i was in a petrol station at nigth, standing at the till, someone came in and stood behind me, in this watchman-like manner and said "yes, that's what it looks like !"( "Ja, so sieht's aus!" ) towards me, then added a "hmm" to point out that was phoning. I looked at him, he was wearing a black-and red striped sweater beneath his jacket, he had a headset, so this allowed better posing than a cellphone.

Basically there is the tendency that the first descriptions are more detailed than the last days.
They didn't do so much these days, so i have described most of them. My neighbour above me was less attached to me than most the time.
( have edited "barking justice", added to the 27th of august )