at the grey line

In the morning of the 20th of november a man on a bicycle passed me, he looked into my eyes for a moment, he looked somewhat disturbed, maybe a sleepless nigth. He had similarity with the one at the petrolstation, the day before. Hair&jacket.

When i was outside at noon of the 21rst at the end of the street two people passed me, a black dressed man and a woman. The man was gay and said an ironically " that's great"( "das ist ja toll" ).
In the afternoon some people were looking at me, they knew me and i should know this. But i didn't knew them. Probably lefties, two with big chin-beards.
Two really calm days.

In the afternoon of the 22nd i walked to the shopping centre, in the pedestrian zone there was a sniffer, an athletic man with darker complexion, in his 30ies, he was physically very present, he would usually attack me on command. He did remind me their first people, back in the mid 90ies. In the shopping centre there were some, but not so intense. On my way back at a streetcrossing at the near place a woman with a boxer-dog passed me. The animal was upset, abruptly turning widely his head. Then a black bald athletic man on a bicycle came around the corner, looking at me, imitating the dogs "face". Eyebrows up, eyes round, he couldn't do flew, but imitated the wet part of mouth between, bowed down, oddly pressed skewed thin lips. He kept this expression.

When i was outside before noon of the 23rd, there was a taller athletic black man, wearing a baseballjacket with yellow sleeves, walking down the next street from here. He stopped in front of a (white) man, who said "i'm working"( "ich arbeite" ) to him. The black man just stood there, no conversation or so, looked like acting.
When i was outside in the evening, three young men on older bicycles came from the side. One was jiggling his handlebar when they were close, and said "that's so cheap"( "das ist ja billig" ). A quote from someone who became their mobbing-subleader in about 2000.

When i was on my way to the market in the morning of the 24th, a gesturer came towards me from the side at the streetcrossing at the place. He was pointing at his temple, sideways, as well a suicide-gesture as a nuts( vogel zeigen )-gesture. He had brush-cut hair and was dressed in black, was wearing brown hiking-shoes. The way he moved when he turned around at the traffic ligth showed that he had his instructions. On my way back a man dressed in black, and wearing a white opened jacket came towards me. He looked like a martial arts teacher i knew, from the next big city, but he had a darker complexion, and bleached short hair. He was a quote from a movie i had seen the day before, a character from "the ninth gate"( similar complexion/hair, maybe black part of clothing, not body-proportions/face).
When i was at the river at the eastside in the afternoon ( with my bicycle, as usual ) there were a bunch of their people. The first of them was a nosegesturer at the streetcrossing here, wearing a blue bib overall. After i had seen a group of people who had met in a park and looked as if they could be rigthists, a man, in his 40ies, black sunglasses and upper clothing, came towards me on a bicycle, with a subtle smile that said that he wasn't there accidentially, a rigthist. One sniffer on my way to the river. On my way back the cleanest punk i've ever seen came towards me on the river-bridge. He was wearing a brand-new cyclist leather jacket with white sleeves and a union jack on it, striking white. White pants, short iroquese-haircut, several piercings, including conspiciously unpractical ones. The next one of them was about 1km further, a man who stood on the pavement, somewhat hunched posture 3/4profile, waitining for me. He turned his head around, and the eyes demonstrativly stucked once before he looked into mine. He had his cheekes lifted, to give his eyes a squeezed expression. Later there were two teenagers doing a boxing-like exercise at a bus-stop, looked like wt. A little girl reported them, and a woman behind them, wearing a headscarf, monished them, so they stopped and got out of the way to let me pass. A family with migration background. When i passed the bus-stop i've seen in the last moment that one more person was inside, a man who stood as close as possible in front of the advertisement poster, concentrating not to move at all. He had his hands in his pockets and took a symmetrical stance. I've seen him just in the last moment, it seemed his head was black, but i didn't really see his face. His posture said that he was the one from 23rd/27th october, and 22nd june, who is a white. On the other side of the street there was a dark black man on a bicycle. When i had passed the station a man, maybe late 40ies, behind me loudly explained "i don't understand this"( "das verstehe ich nicht" ) towards me, that way that it should represent me. Normally this would be irony, but he was beyond this, his masters voice. I didn't see him, he must have waited on the backside. Near the low brigde there were two sniffers. On this bridge there was a white punk again, this one in companion of a woman. He was wearing a new white hooded sweater with a black tribal on his back. His grey pants were systemetically bleached, seemed with a rectangular sponge, that it made a pattern. Shaved hair exept for a tinctured black queue in the middle. At the traffic ligth at the street behind the bridge there was a couple waiting. They were holding each others hand, but didn't stand close. When i stopped next to them the man gave the girl a wet kiss on her mouth, from the side. He wasn't moving his legs, he took advantage of his size, and the girl didn't expect this and didn't like it, was ashamed. And that was what he liked, he wanted to show me. He was a taller man with a darker complexion, she looked somewhat asian, was about 16, he more than twice as old. When i crossed the street there was another man, 50 or so, with the same complexion, maybe a relative, in the moment he looked into my eyes he started running towards me, diagonally, consistently moving, but not fast. A timing exercise. In the pedestrian zone an edged voice some distance behind me declared "we can give it a try"( "wir können es ja mal vesuchen" ), style similar to the previous speaker. This was immediatly after i had seen a black woman. If i would have turned around she would have been in line, so this would have been awkward. I've heard the voice before, he likes comments in the inner city, one has been this year when i passed some black women at a flea-market. This grey area between positive and negative racism. Not much later a nosegesturer, an asian man wearing a khaki jacket. This was all within 1 1/4h.
At all there were 21 who were obviously theirs, and with companions at least 30 that day.

When i was outside at noon of the 25th, on a bigger street near the park an older man came towards me. I already expected that he would be one of them, his body had a sublimally categorical and angry expression. Then he threw something down into a trash bin, with a big gesture, leaning his body widely, with big arm movement, to express his condemnation. He had already pale grey hair, the way he used his body over his face to express himself looks similar to the two darker ones the day before at the bridge near the railwaystation, he also seemed to be a migrant, maybe he belonges to them. What he threw into the bin seemed to be a paper-pelleted, and on the pavement there was a whiting-line, like those on the turfs of sporting fields, parallel to the line of the cyclist-lane. If they did the line this will be their biggest cokain-gesture ever. It's several km long, the only purpose i can think of would be a running event, have looked in the internet, but didn't find any. For a random joke it would be too big.
When i was at a fastfoodshop next to a petrolstation in the afternoon a slender sportive man wearing a black suit came in. He postured that he was facing the ones standing in line. He took an exact symmetrical stance, to show discipline, and also did remind me the one at the busstop the day before. He had a shiny rectangular security-logo-plate sticked on his breast, dark with white letters, the name of the company in cursive. He would better fit into a noble hotel the way he behaved.

When i was at the cheap supermarket in the afternoon of the 26th, there was a nosegesturer inside. A black dressed slender sportive man, he tipped his nose and then took something out of the shelf, a quick move to connect two objects, to show his coordination. Then he looked at me, to assure that i got that he was one of them. His clothing looked newish, exept his worn brown hiking shoes. Much like the one from the 24th at the market-place. When i was standing in line there were three black dressed people in front of me, two grannies and a man in his 50ies, especially the man showed rustic behaviour, including snorting. His clothes looked new, and he didn't let me stand line up, blocking the way with his stepped back firm leg. They bougth products with a farmer/peasent(Bauer) written on it, and others that fitted to the theme somehow. When i had left a black dressed woman, wearing a limegreen beany, came out and tipped at her nose, much like the one inside.
When i got outside in the early evening a man slapped at the backwindow of his car, that was parking in front of the entrance, to get attention of or irritate a puppy inside. Maybe a joke. Seemed to be a martial artist, maybe wt. He had short-shaved dark hair.

Also others these days, cannot describe everything. First two days nearly nothing. I think i described all on the afternoon of the 24th, where more than usual of them appeared.