cryptic socks

When i was outside with my bicycle( i move mostly with bicycle ) in the evening of the 12th of november, at the shopping centre in the inner city a black dressed man came towards me, he had his rigth hand at the inner pocket of his jacket, bulging it. This was obviously to represent a weapon he could draw. He was wearing high white basketball-sneakers, similar to the one from the 30th of october. He had fair longer hair, was in his 30ies, was wearing a new leather jacket and a stretch jeans for his narrow legs.

In the early evening of the 13th a lank man with a serious frozen faceexpression came towards ne, crossing the parking place of the near supermarket. He had a non-ligthed cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and was holding a cellphone at his ear, in a fixed way that fitted to his face. He was white but had afro-hair.

When i was in the inner city of the 14th at noon, a stiff stringent looking woman came towards me. She was dressed in black, wearing a plaid scarf, taller, somewhat gaunt, in her 40ies. The nobility is demanding it's authority, or so. In another street i passed two men, one said "he's a collector"( "er ist ja ein Sammler" ), the other "not everybody get's this"( "das kriegt nicht jeder" ). Just when i had passed them they walked faster, so i walked at the side and slowed down, because they were annoying. But now they moved at my speed, and a group of people came towards me, so i was fixed at the border of the pavement. Then a black dressed bitter older woman came towards me, with a similar expression like the first one i described. It was their pavement.
When i was at home in the evening, two laughing men with a ball walked down the street here. At the end one yelled the "it's my life", not as agressively accusing or taunting as usual, but a statement, to show how self-assured he is.

When i was standing in line in the near supermarket in the late afternoon of the 15th, there was a young athletic man, usually not weak, in front of me. He was wearing a plaid jacket. He snapped his lower leg to his thigh, he knew martial arts. When i had paid he was still standing there, and there was a sixpack he didn't already bag. Instead taking it or stepping to the side he walked backwards to the end at my speed, awase. He once looked at me, it was fun to him, as a matter of course.
When i was outside in the evening there was a bigger number of people coming from a sporting event, so there was police to watch the traffic. When i arrived at the streetcrossing i slowed down, two men came towards me, both dressed the same, black pants and shoes, that would fit to a suit, but in contrast to this green parkas. One was deking with his hasty steps, to stop me. Not much later i passed them again, one said when i was behind them "when one has a second team"( "wenn man noch eine 2. Mannschaft hat" ), the other agreed with a strong local dialect.
When i was outside near midnigth there was a couple with bicycles in front of me. There was no reason to expect that i was going to pass them, but the man said "there is a citizen cycling faster than we do"( "da fährt ein Bürger schneller als wir" ). The woman got to the side, and because it would otherwise make a nasty situation i passed them. When i started to do so the man added "not now, but he could"( "jetzt nicht, aber er könnte"). The man had dark curly hair, was wearing a black leather jeans, the woman had blonde long curly hair. The man did remind me one from aikido, the legs looked thinner, but it could have been the pants. He enjoyed the same sarkastic attitude.

When i was at the baker in the early morning of the 16th, there were some people in line of me( maybe two ), when they left a man and a woman entered. Seemed they belonged together. The man que-jumping passed me, the saleswoman said that i would be first, the man said he didn't see that, sublimally accusing me for invisebility. When i took what the saleswoman put on the showcase, i had to get closer, the man didn't step to the side, he was standing directly next to me. He constantly looked at me from the side, vellicating moving his head, as if targeting with it at some points on my face. Seemed to be a martial artist. He had bald shaved hair, was wearing glasses with a black frame, a leather jacket and a grey hooded shirt, he was in his 30ies. The woman was in her 50ies, she had dark curly hair.
When i was outside at about noon, three woman, 50 years or so, came towards me on a path. One stepped to the side, and while doing so she looked into my face and loudly said an "och" to taunt me, speaking like a mother would talk to a little child.
When i walked down to the near supermarket a man and a woman came up the street, the man said, in english "he's said to be a killer", and added, less clear "but he walked there". In the supermarket a salesman wearing a white coat checked the sensor of the bar with a sloppy kick when i entered. The last times i was there he was standing near the till.
When i was outside near midnigth there were seven sexual-themed ones, two of them were young men who came towards me on the low bridge, hugging each other, making a concerted step towards me, so i had to look at them, if they would stop me. They looked friendly, fun. One was wearing a glaring red shirt. Then a black dressed woman in high-heeled boots, she turned around, seemed she was waiting to do so. Then three young men/teenagers on bicycles, one said vulgar vagina word. They were all near the railwaystation. And at the end on a place a man passed me, he looked at me, he had a neatly rolled glaring red kerchief hanging next to his crotch. All within half an hour.

In the afternoon of the 17th there was a man standing in front of the church next to the near martial arts shool. He looked to somewhere above the entrance and didn't move, he had a cigarette in one hand, he had an expression as if just something happened that caugth his attention. Then i had to slow down, because a couple with a little child was in front of me. Lookes like one of their classic constallations. I think the man was one of the escrima-people.

When i was sitting in the park at about noon of the 18th, three people passed behind me on the jogging-path that encircles the park. A woman running in front, and a couple following her, with a perambulator. The man loudly says "that way she's learning it, she is watching it and will copy it"( "so lernt sie das dann, sie beobachtet das und macht das dann nach"). Obviously a joke, but somehow it sounded as if there would be a certain meaning. Never seen joggers with a perambulator on the path before, it's not the perfect surface for it. I was bicycling for a while, about 1,5h later i was again in the park, eating something. I was sitting on a bank on a wooden platform at the pond, and a couple with a perambulator came towards me. The woman said, to be heared "old, with wooden stairs, but chic"( "alt, mit Holztreppe, aber -so- chic" ). The man was wearing an greyish khaki parka, hood on, despite it wasn't cold or wet. But that way it was more obvious that it was new, looked as if he was wearing it for the first time. I had a look at similar jackets in the internet before i had left.
When i was in the laundry in the afternoon there were two people who were attached to me. The first was sitting next to me in the beginning, he snipped a little paper pelleted against my bag, and then he moves that he was attached to me, nothing special, but clearly showing this. Smaller fast and coordinated moves. His jacket was similar to mine, but he was dressed more orderly and some gel in the hair, an atlethic person. The other one was then standing near me, when i looked at him he turned around and directly looked into my eyes, he has been waiting for that. He was wearing a green fligth jacket and fashionable martens-boots, was somewhat gaunt, looked like a leftie. They knew each other, they communicated when passing each other, with their eyes. And then they didn't get on my nerves. So they were not like the usual people. Also a group of people came in, two had shaved hair, one of them was wearing a black leather vest. First i thougth that maybe they could be rigthists. The one with the vest stood in front of my washers, just when they stopped, he opened both, and asked me if this would be mine. But he was not agressive or so, looked friendly. He did remind me someone i met at a weekend-training. All machines were in use in the laundry, i thougth how many of the people could be of them. Before i left someone said "kendo". Outside a taller man in his thirties wearing a black cowboy-hat, the headband decorated with metal buttons, was standing next to the laundry, watching...a tree on the other side of the street, probably.
At home i've seen that they had added five white socks to my clothes, must have been when they were in the dryer and i was outside. The socks looked all the same, expect they all had different stripes at the seam. Two had colored in the middle, two in the outer. Two had pale pink, two pale blue, one in the middle and one outer each. And one had none, instead there was the word "artengo" on the feet. What a thougthful way to show presence.

In the morning of the 19th there were loud squelings outside, seemed that it came from the place some streets from here. Sounded like wet brakes, also voice, seemed someone has used a container as an instrument.
Maybe i've seen the first one from the laundry the day before at a pertolstation at noon, standing outside next to the entance with a cellphone. He had a static posture and a gay expression, was wearing another jacket.
When i was at the cheap supermarket in the afternoon there were some black dressed people, lefties, some patches, styled hair, in it. One of them stood there, on the other side of a low rack, facing me, talking with his girlfriend via cellphone while looking towards me. He had an androgyn voice, i should listen to his creepy niceness. When i was standing in line three of them were standing in front of me, two men and a woman, and a couple behind me. They were there because of me, don't know why, seemed to be funny but serious. On my way back a man wearing a redblack-plaid jacket came running towards me, he had a bag that made a specific noise as if lots of pills were shaked inside, it was a rattle. He looked at me, he was, or has been, a junky. He had longer, already grey hair.
In the late afternoon when i was on my way to a hifi-shop with a defekt apparatus, a fast cyclist came towards me when i arrived at the next bigger street. He was concentrating to go fast, and moving consistend. For a moment he was heading towards me, to point out that this is his track, wich leads to the street behind me, that was separated by bollards and an odd choice for going fast. I stepped to the side. He couldn't get far if he expects that all people will get out of his way, so this was to impress me. He was wearing dark sportive clothing and a cap( i have a somewhat similar, was wearing it the day before once. But at his the shape was more defined ). Could have been the one from the 23rd of october. No hope for my apparatus, the man in the shop said. I got outside, when i arrived at the street three speedy teenager with bicycles came from the left, i've seen them in the last moment, because of the corner, and stepped back. They were cycling next to each other, and used both lane and all the pavement. And didn't react on me at all, just kept formation.

Others were five sniffers these days, all the discreet ones, who aren't loud and make short defined sounds. Two gesturers who raised their elbows sideways when next to me. And at least fiveteen others.