a cyclist doll

Before noon on the 1rst of october two men walked up the street here when i was at home, one said "i beseech you"( "ich flehe dich an "). He said it with a nasally voice, maybe to tag it as irony, to say that there will be no mercy.
A good two hours later a man walked up the street, repeatedly coughing, each cough sounded exactly the same, implicating one would have to ask the coughing one for his important opinion. I think i know who he was, one who became one of the leaders.
And about 6 others that day.

On the 2nd i was only outside once, for about 10 minutes, nothing.

In the morning of the 3rd there an athletic man wearing ample training-clothing, jacket and appendant pants, of their favourite saturated blue colour, entered, short hair, maybe one of their martial-artists. Then a man entered who did remind me one of the leaders, punkish look. Seemed both knew each other, that the blue was there because of him. In front of me was a couple, the man did remind me the one i mentioned in the last posting with the e-mail.
In the evening someone walked up the street here when i was at home, singing repeatedly "i have a baby", in english.
When i was outside at nigth someone stepped in front of me while looking at me, when i was riding close to the houses on the pavement, because of a scaffolding. He was clearly waiting for me, looking at me from the beginning, but i have good brakes. He was dressed somewhat similar like me, and i think he wasn't older then 20. Near the low bridge two men passed me, one said "i have a bride/scorcher"( "ich hab ne Braut" ), so this was part two of "i have a baby". In front of the low bridge there was a group of young people, three skinheads and two females, talking to a black dressed man with a secutity-logo on the backside of his jacket, sitting on a scooter, wearing a helmet. So this was to continue a theme i described in my last posting. When i came back at the beginning of the street here there were four young men standing at the corner, two of them bald, maybe they have already been at the low bridge, the other two, especially one, looked like antifas, one had conversation with a bald one.
And some others who seemed to be of them that day, at a petrol station in the evening, maybe four.

In the morning of the 4th there was a sniffer, one of the nearby craftsmen. They have shown up this way before.
In the evening i think maybe two girls/women in front of the house diagonally over the streetcrossing loudly said "wanker"( "Wixa !" ), and then added "i'm so randy"( "ich bin so geil" ), on the one hand it sounded as if it should be ironically, to make a comment on someone else, on the other hand it was to please a man in front of them, who then explained something to them, and derisivly said "the nazi", then there was a noise that said that he loudly spanked the butt of one of the chicks, as reward for doing as arranged. Could have been one of the security-people there.
When i was waiting in front of a fast-food-shop in the evening a punk with a beer came up to me and asked me if i would know someone who lives nearby-i didn't. When i was standing in the entrance and looking outside i've seen a resolute walking man, he made some abrupt direction-changes repeatedly, kind of patrolling. Finally he headed directly towards me, he looked agressive. He wanted me to step to the side, as if he wanted to enter the shop, but he was still some distance away, and i waited. He didn't want to enter, he just made a pressure exercise on me. He was wearing a black leather jeans, can not really say about his face, because it was already dark and he looked agressive, maybe he consumed an amphetamine. Not much later i've seen the punk again, on the other side of the street, followed by a man with a darker complexion, dressed in black, wearing white sneakers. Maybe the punk was stalked now, because he had asked me something.
And few others that day.

When i was at the baker at the railwaystation in the early morning of the 5th, there was a overweigthed man, wearing black clothing that fitted him badly and a black berret, kind of uniform, he was standing in front of the big stair, maybe this was the fade-out of the copsday i mentioned in my last posting.
At about noon, when i was on my way to the cheap supermarket, at the next street from here a man came towards me, insistently looking at me, with a deeply furrowing his brow. He was already older, but also trained. No hair, black leather jeans and jacket, white t-shirt. He did remind me the abrupt walker from yesterday evening. In the shop their trained clerk made an exercise, he started to move in the moment i had noticed him.
Two or three others that day.

When i was cycling down on the pavement of a sidestreet near noon of the 6th, there were two men in front of me. Seemed they were aware of me, but didn't react. I estimated that there should be enough space and passed them slowly, but one touched my handlebar with his hand, i thougth that maybe he wanted this, but mumbled an excuse. He repeated this, but as if he didn't hear and loudly complained, that he just walked there. After i had bougth something in a shop, in the next bigger street i heared a cyclist behind me. He passed me to the rigth, despite there was not much space. Then the cyclist used his brake, but it had no shoes, so it hardly slowed him down, and he kept on pedaling fastly, so it was only creaking. A woman on a bicycle came from the other side, and the man dodged her by leaving the lane and passing a road sign on the side towards the street to the left. Behind the sign the street became wider, so he had to take a steep curve to get back to the lane, not to drive into the cars waiting at the traffic ligth, the last one was parking close the shield. He did so without decelerating, he was all the time pedaling fastly at the same speed. Back on the lane he then leaned to the side for no reason, he and his bicyle as a whole, just tilting at some degrees. He corrected this with fastly moving his handlebar, not with using his body to balance this. He uses his loudly creaking brake again, so people looked at him. He was an older man, maybe somewhat overweigthed, did not look athletic at all, he was dressed in black, black batchcap, black leather jacket, newish looking clothes. His upper body was stiff all the time, didn't move at all, while he was assiduously pedaling, so he looked like a doll with mechanic legs. His bicycle had slim 28" tyres, and at all his maneuver looked risky but if estimated exactly before.
Two others that day.

When i got outside before noon on the 7th, a couple with a perambulator was walking on the streetcrossing here, both looked as if they were concentrating on something, and both were dressed the same, and much the same as i was, especially their jackets. The man's hair was also similar to mine.
In the early afternoon two men walked up the street here when i was at home, one declared, overdrawn colloquial articulating, that they had been provoced by someone who would have no chance.
And two others that day.

In the afternoon of the 8th some men walked up the street here when i was at home, a man started to laugh, the others, maybe two, supported him. When they had passed the man looked back, and said towars my direction, derisively and accusing "(we) can hear your thougths like clackers"( "können deine Gedanken wie Knaller hören" ). Could have been one from the hut in the park, but i cannot be sure. They stalk me and then accuse me that they know that i don't like this. I commited some thought-crimes for a while.
Others that day were a bald tall man who seemed to have a look at me when i got outside(he was the normal that day), and then a sniffer, two nosegesturers, another gesturer and one with a beany i own too, and symbolic clothing, because i had a very short look at a shoe in the pedestrian zone. Maybe some migrants and/or tourists also, because of the timing, but there was no pressure.

In the early evening of the 9th a car came up the street here, when it stopped at the streetcrossing a man, maybe the talker from yesterday, said something like "keeping under surveillance"( "überwachen" ), he articulated somewhat derisively, as the one the day before, and also somewhat complaining. Maybe to say that when they get notified by their leader that i will pass it couldn't be called surveillance, because it's all magic. Before and after the man said his word there were some people talking near where the car stopped, maybe migrants, one picked up something at the end, a metal tube or so.

On the 10th when i was outside for a walk at about noon, a man looked hectically but controlled and agressive at my crotch before he passed me, then immediatly took his head back to the previous position. Mechanik behaviour. Seemed to be a rigthist. He had an accurate haircut and was wearing a jacket similar to mine. Before and after this there was a man with dark black hair on bicycles each, looking at me, but not hostile. Maybe migrants. In the street where the university is a black man crossed the street and stood at a busstop. When i came closer he looked at me, and came towards me, walking an "S"-figure in a nearly dancing way between other waiting people, fast legs. He looked at me that it raised the question to me if he wanted something. Maybe he expected a reaction, that could only have been wrong. A big weigth-trained athlete, bald, wearing a khaki batchkap and pants. At the next busstop a man wearing a jacket like me, and also some similarity in general the way he was dressed, passed me, when he was next to me he said "chuck up"( "kotz" ), not loud, but acerb and hating. Then the next one of them, still in this street, was a man, passing too close to me, while constantly looking at me with a strained expression, so he wanted something from me. He was holding his chin somewhat foreward/upwards, shaved hair, glasses, dressed black, with a khaki jacket, looked intellectual.
When i was outside in the evening and smoked a cigarette on a place, sitting on a bank, a sniffer passed on the pavement down the little stair. When he was in front of me he snuffled up snot, when he had passed he turned his head around and stared into my eyes. He moved hectically and he was very agressive. I didn't look directly at him then, but also not away. Then he sligthly started to turn his head, but stayed attached to me/my eyes, repeatedly flipping back to rely on that someone like me has no rigth to look at someone like him. He had routine with that. He usually had consumed cocaine. I think when he was some distance away he took out a cellphone for a moment. An arab looking man, smaller than average, wearing an olive parka. Could have been from a military background, wouldn't wonder if he had the chance to debase people. Did not appear perceiveable islamic to me.
That time i was outside there has been a sniffer before. And in the early afternoon an excited rigthist had a look at me.

On the 11th there was a sniffer, and a man at a streetcrossing looked at me as if he would know me. And in the morning the craftman from the 4th spotlighted me by opening the door of his car when i passed in front of it, then closed it.

Most the time i wasn't outside much, more late and early than during daytime.
All the loud speaking people i described came up the same street and moved in the same direction.
In my last posting i descibed that they reacted on a breath exercise, i repeated a few times, and they didn't react. Maybe they already used up the hysterie they could get out of this at the moment. I even had kicked thrice aginst my doorframe, one or two days later, but nothing happened. On an other occasion where a mayde a sound that differs from average, but not loud, my neighbour above me immediatly reacted, mayking steps to show that he is there. But mostly he only keeps up his toilet attitude( he does for at least two years now ), usually pissing at the same time i do, once a day or so.
Sometimes one of their people seemes to be in trance, this time the bicyclist on the 6th appeared like this.
Maybe the most irritating person i've seen who fits to this theme had appeared on the 24th of august '05 before noon, in the pedestrian zone. A woman with dark curly long hair, i first thougth she would be a handicaped person. She was a composition of loose and stiff, at every step her head dangled from one side to the other, as if she would have no backbone in the neck. But she walked faster than the others, and straigth, very energetically. This was hardly possible with the loose neck, because of balance and orientation. Her forehead showed unusual vertical frowns, looked like modelled. She had made slit-eyes, her mouth was open, her cheeks somehow loose, a morbid expression. Her upper body was frozen stiff and straigth, but bend forward at the hip, her hanging arms fitted to the loose. Normally one has to pay attention to other pedestrians, but maybe everybody instinctively got out of her way because she looked disturbing, she walked her line. First i thougth that she was a poor woman, but after a while i realized that there could hardly be any disease that allows no control over the neck but to walk fast.