kabbalistic license

When i was in a supermarket in the late afternoon of the 10th of december, a woman behind a shelf said ironically "this is aimed/adressed at me !"( "das ist ja auf mich gemünzt !" ). To say that i would be mad if i would think so, finefeeling stalker-humor.
On my way to a petrol-station in the late evening/nigth two of them passed me, the first was carrying a cotton bag that seemed to contain something heavy. He had leaned his head to the side, somehow he had a subtle expression like from a zombie-movie. I couldn't see his eyes, because of the litgh. One street further there was the next of them, he turned around from a cash machine, putting his billfold into an inner pocket while looking at me. He was done in one row with the one before, he also had the same pressure-frequency, to find a word for that feeling. A stiff routinated hostility. Also similar to the one at noon the day before. On my way back a man came out of an entrance in front of me and passed me. He moved very coordinated, in a mechanical way to show his total self-assurance, demonstrativly patrolling. He was wearing dark jacket and pants, a red polo-shirt beneath the jacket, and a flatcap on his shaved head, must have been the one from 27th of october again. On his left side he had a pale stick, shorter than those used for training, in a position that would be typical for a short-sword. I couldn't see his face, because of the ligth. When i arrived at the park there was a man with a small dog standing on the pavement, he stopped to let me pass. He had grey hair, pigtail, he was dressed like a police-man, old uniforms. A black police-leather jacket without badges, and khaki pants. Could have been a martial artist.

When i had opened the window in the afternoon of the 11th, there were two men standing on the opposite side of the street, one was watching me. Short time later i got outside, then a dark red newish looking van started when i came near, must have been them.
In the late afternoon i was at the do-it-yourself-bicycle-help, because my wheels needed to be centered. I knew the woman there from before, she was standing with a man with darker complexion at the center-apparatus, she was all the time upset because he would be learning this too slow. Looks like acting. When i was at the apparatus they were watching me, they said that it would be her friend. That should have been about the apparatus. And then that i would be jealous of it, but "she" could be jealous of my computer. When i left there was a dark dressed man with a bicycle standing at the gateway, he had lifted the backwheel and rotated it, watching it. So he was aping centering the wheel.
When i was at a petrol-station at nigth, a nosegesturer came out of it when i arrived at his car, a dark red newish looking van that was parking directly in front of the entrance. He was in his 40ies, short hair, parka, jeans, same sneakers as me. He looked towards me while sweeping his forefinger horizontally below his nose, then entered his car. I think i've seen him before, a martial artist. In the back of the car there were newish looking child seats, the first letter of the city-abbreviation on the license plate repeated twice, then it was follwed by the number "7000".

When i was at the baker on the 12th, an older woman with a cotton-bag with a swastika on it stood next to me. The simple swastika had three curved arms, in top of it there was a word about ventilation or so, i think a scandinavian one, simple typo.
When i got outside in the early afternoon, this time walking, a heavier man with a short dark beard came towards me from the side, he made a shuffling step, causing me to do also one, as kind of reflex. When i arrived at the streetcrossing at the market place, there was an athletic man with darker complexion standing at the other side. He was wearing sneakers and a black jacket, in his 30ies. He was holding a cellphone at his ear and said some words loudly, maybe arabian, the last one then was "chaku", like nun-chaku. So this had a meaning, he wanted me to get this.
In the afternoon a postwoman delivered a packet that had been already send on the 4th. And now it was empty. I immediatly wondered about the weigth and ask her to wait a moment, to make a witness when i opened it. Seemed the content had been removed from the bottom side, then it was closed again. I already had odd experiences with the post, now i have one with a smaller post-rival. I had contact with the seller, he had given me the packet-number, and i had a look online on it. The first entry was from the fith, then there was one from the 7th, it said something like "started, but then got back". Then there was an entry on the 10th, and the one from the 7th was removed. The new one said that they didn't find me at the adress. This was stupid, there is no reason that this could be. I phoned at their main office, not to let them send my packet back to the seller, and now i got an empty one.
When i was outside in the early evening, in front of the shopping center a man wearing a black neat suit passed me. In his one hand he was carrying a nostalgic black leather bag, with the other he touched his nose, raising his arm vertically in front of him, without letting his body otherwise participate with this movement. A coordination-exercise. And he also did a double-sniffing noise. In the pedestrian-zone there were some talkers( they sounded much the same, despite they were from different groups of people. The few words that stuck out of others sounded as if there could be a meaning ), one said "180°, and back, that's the bad weather"( "180°, und zurück, das ist das schlechte Wetter" ), so it seemed that this was to say that there will be no consequences because of the packet.

When i was outside in the afternoon of the 13th, two helmet men on bicycles passed me at some animals, one was a sniffer, he was wearing a yellow jacket. On my way back a young man on a bicycle came towards me, he was concentrated looking at the ground in front of him, as if his neck was arrested in this position. He wasn't fast, but he was directly heading towards me, so i changed my direction somewhat. He then changed his direction also, so he was still heading towards me and i had to brake. When he passed me he was holding his left hand, wich was closer to me, at his eye, encircling it with his fingers, as a monocle, without changing head-position.
In the evening i was again at the petrol-station i've been the day before, a car with squeaking tires turned in the last street in front of the station, and at the station another car turned in with squeaking tires, this one drove to the parking area behind. When i arrived at the station a nosegesturer entered in front of me, an older man with grey hair, a shorter full beard and a conspiciously bowed inwards nosebridge, he was wearing a black leather jacket. When he was walking outside he was looking at me as if he would know me, while putting his billfold in his pocket. I've been at the bank and two other petrol-stations, because i wanted to buy a small bottle of wine. In the first petrol station a salesman made copious smacking slurping noises and then said goodbye. In the second one i first looked through the window, searching for a small bottle. A man in his late 40ies, wearing a blue jacket, told me that i should go inside. Inside he showed again this brash attitude. Others in the station were three people standing at the wines, one was a neat dressed dark black man wearing a coat, he sayed something about drawing. The one who payed before me was a "pale" black unshaved man. Both seemed to be non-migrants.

In the early morning of the 14th a dark newish looking car came from the gateway next to the baker, i stopped because the driver liked to accelerate. But he led me pass, driving back-and forwards, just to play with his engine. Then he turned in the street with squeaking tires.
When i was outside in the afternoon with my bicycle(as usual), i had stopped at the street near the low bridge, to look at the water. When i started a man walked into me from behind, and then complained. He enjoyed himself doing so, good humor. He had some similarity to the one with the blue jacket at the petrolstation the day before, his behaviour, and his rhythm. His jacket had a similar tone, but his one was red. I was at the river at the east-side, and there i had an accident. There was a spot on the path, the colour was ligther, it looked somewhat muddy, but not so much. I immediatly sinked in at least 15cm( looking at the mud on the wheel, later ), then there was just a step. I overturned, i was totally shirty, when i got up i shouted x-times "sh!t"( in german ), my pants were muddy and i tryed to find out if i got some damage. Two children arrived, boys, they found it interesting( i had stopped shouting, of course ), one even imaginated i could have "flown" further, down the slope. And a woman with a dog, she said she would be a gardener from the city who is officially walking( "Begehung durchführen" ) at the river to look for the path. And that this would be usually caused by running water below the path. My first thougth was that it could have been really a trap. The surface had been almost smooth. Now i tried to stick some wood into the mud, as warning for others. But nothing could stick in there, it was too fluid, and then the earth below was immediatly hard. It was aqueous loam in a hollow, so steep that a spade came into my mind. The woman also said that she had been a sports-teacher, and so she knows that i could have been shocked. When i arrived at the river-bridge at the water there was a man on a bicycle who was looking at me. Looked like the unshaved "pale" black from the petrolstation the day before. On my way back i've seen three teenagers who crossed a street, one was dressed as a skinhead, one of them raised his left arm for the nazi-greeting for a moment. A fast routinated move, like an exercise. When i arrived at the pedestrian zone between the elevators a dark black bald man came towards me, he made a beeping sound, he was robust build, so maybe this was his humour to say that he was stronger than me, or about that i shouted when i had the accident. I've seen him a week or so before, he's one of them. He did nothing special there, but the way he walked looked as if he wanted to show presence. They have many who look like this, won't wonder if he had already stalked me. Then another dark black man passed me, still between the elevators, he was taller but not as robust build as the one before. He was wearing glasses with a thin golden frame and was dressed similar to the dark one in the petrolstation the day brfore, but i think this one was taller and older.
I could feel one knee also the next day, but there was nothing serious.

When i arrived at the market on the 15th, a man said "that will become expensive"( "das wird teuer" ), could have been about the packet( was a lucky inexpensive auction ). On the market place a smiling child, a boy, passed me, he looked as if someone could have told him to go there. Then a resolute angry man passed me, dressed in dark blue and black, maybe late 40ies. The boy had similarity to the two at the river.
When i was at the laundry in the afternoon, a man walked in front of me at the streetcrossing there, he had this focused agressive expression some of them had in the last days, when i stopped next to him at the traffic ligth he spitted on the ground between us. He had decided to do so before, theoretically he would not have seen me, but with the exact timing he obviously was aware of me. He was wearing a black leather jacket with big red and yellow flames on it, on the back there was a big "flames" written on it, next to it a smaller word, a german city-name. Looked like a brute, spitted like a laser-pistol.
When i was outside in the late afternoon, at the low bridge someone loudly shouted at me "i know them all !"( "ich kenne sie alle !" ), with a rough voice when he was directly next to me. This was a quote from a local band( no idea if they still say so ). But i didn't know him, so maybe this was a joke, because he "knows" me. He was in companion of a woman, he then normally talks to her, they'll go to their car. He had dark hair, the cheeks were patterned by extinguished blains, black jacket, striped polo-shirt.
When i was at a petrol-station in the evening( another one than on the 11th ), there was a man with a bald shaved head in front of it. He had some similarity with Ben Kingsley. He entered a black newish looking car, the license number said it was from a near small town, the first letter of the city-abbreviation repeated twice, then it was followed by a "606". So this seemed to be part two of the car from the 11th, the license plate showed the same kabbalistic symptoms. When i had left the station two young men passed me, one was wagging his head to appear twee, and complained "they are so cold !"( "sie sind so kalt" ). Could have been martial artists, maybe also the one before.

About 3am on the 16th, someone outside imitated the rhythm of the music i was listening, "lalala", then he moved on. The music wasn't loud, so he had been standing there and has been listening.
A letter that was adressed at a woman that should live in this house has been inserted into my mailbox, but there is no such name, so i tried to find out if she lives here, but no one i've asked knew about her. There was no special reason why it has been put into my mailbox.
Nothing real that day, someone in the pedestrian zone said "knee", seemed this was about my accident.

On the 17th there have been 4 sniffers, one also made a gesture, sweeping below his nose horizontally with his forefinger, three of them have been in a bookstore.

When i was outside in the afternoon of the 18th, two men passed me in the near park. One was wearing a brigth orange jacket, the other one had a darker complexion, maybe late 40ies, he said with an accent "i've never heard of this, since when they are doing so ?"( "ich habe sowas noch nie gehört, seit wann machen die das ?" )when they were next to me. Later, before i passed the low bridge, there were some people standing, when i passed in front of them a man said towards me "no one looks at him at aaaa(ll)"( "den sieht doch sowieso keiner aaaa(n)" ), the last word somewhat hoarse. Short distance/few seconds later another man said "he's to blame for it himself"( "er ist doch selber dran schuld" ). At the last word(blame/Schuld) the voice was higher and cracked, so he complemented with the one before. Then at the bridge a dark black man wearing a headscarf passed me, maybe i've looked too agressive at him, the two speakers annoyed me, and they have many dark blacks, so i often think about if there could be one of them again. He seemed to be insecure. This was usually part of the idea of the speakers, but i cannot know if they just knew that the black one was walking there, or if he would be one of them. I wondered that he seemed insecured, because he was a big athletic man.
When i was on my way to the bank near midnigth, one of them passed me, aping the way i moved, the steps.

I have described most of them these days.
With the neighbour it's as usual, once he came down the stairs to stand there in the stairway when i was sitting on the toilet.