exchanging small cars

When i entered the near supermarket in the afternoon of the 20th of febr, someone next to me was demonstrativly piping.
When i was in the bank in the early evening, among others there were two men, one was leaning on a statement printer. The other one was wearing a grey sweater, hood on, and he firmly looked into my eyes. Exept the sweater beneath the opened jacket both were dressed in black. The one with the sweater seemed to have shaved hair, the other one had shorter dark. When i passed them he made a step backwards, he'd obviously been waiting to do so, so i had to step to the side when i was between them. Could have been rigthist. When i arrived at home a man wearing the same jacket as me passed behind me when i opened the door. He had shorter dark hair and a know-it-all expression. Maybe a rightist.

At about 4:30am on the 21rst someone outside made a loud farting noise with his mouth, towards my window, it nearly sounded as if he would be in my room.
Before i passed the bank in the afternoon, there was a young man at the corner, he was dressed like the one with the grey hooded sweater in the bank, the day before, also hood on. Exept he was wearing white sneakers, the one the day before was wearing black shoes or boots. This one now was a slender and somewhat taller person, darker complexion. He smiled, maybe he felt stupid for walking there because he was told to do so. In front of the bank there was another man with again the same grey hooded sweater and a black jacket, but not hood on. He was wearing blue jeans, was'nt tall but a sportive person, dark hair and a short beard. The constellation was similar to the one of the tissued on the 15th.
In the later afternoon a man fastly took his hands out of his pockets and rotated them around each other, when i passed him. He used me as a trigger to train his reflexes. He had dark hair, ponytail, and was wearing a black leather jacket. Maybe a rigthist. When i passed the near martial arts school there wasn't much space on the pavement, because some people were coming towards me, and a man was standing there. The man had a stiff body and stepped to the side by using his other foot like a hinge, as if he would be a door( the german word for bouncer/door steward is Türsteher, the doorstanding ). He concentrated on tightening his face by drawing back all his muscles, his version of a facelift. He was wearing a black hooded sweater with a word printed on it, think it was one of the martial arts-styles there. Seemed the one with the rotating hands before was adumbrating that they had someone at the school.
Half an hour before midnigth a man came down the street here, was loudly explaining, i understood "i go out every day", seemed he was posing what my situation is, he was speaking in english and had an overdone german accent, as pupils have in the beginning, and sounded nasty.

In the afternoon of the 22nd the "animal-eye"-man from the 12th passed me when i was on my way back from the cheap supermarket. Their clerk didn't show up this time.
When i was at a petrolstation at nigth a man asked me what the name of the street there was. On my way back at the near place a man with a cellphone came towards me from the side, he said "where i am here"( "wo bin ich hier" ). He was wearing an earthy orange jacket.

Just when i had left home in the morning of the 23rd, a smaller car of a violet blue colour turned in the street here. I think it had about the size, and also shape and colour, of the one from the 12th. Despite the look the engine was loud, sounding used/older, and got louder when it turned, some irony. When i arrived back a man with two dogs hurried to cross the street, when i had opened the door the younger dog turned, sniffing in the entrance. The man said "we don't want that". Maybe sniffing dogs.
When i was outside in the afternoon there was a sniffer(=made a sniffing noise), a younger woman on a bicycle. At the low bridge there was a black man who gave me a an offended and accusating look, short distance later there was a fair black man with long rastas, he was bicycling and also gave me a look. He was holding his head below the heigth of mine, staring at me in a ugly hostile way, kind of braindead. Later a man wearing a palestinian scarf and sunglasses passed, he had a specially confirmed i-am-so-smart expression, a rigthist. There have also been other rigthist who had a similar expression, but at him it was strongest, and more blacks than usual.
The next time i was outside a bigger skinhead wearing a black jacket passed me, he had his chin somewhat higher, was trained to show superiority with the way he was walking. A catwalk for the masterrace. In the next street there was a hunchbacked walking man, staring into nothing with his fixed blue eyes, looking artificially dumb. He was wearing an olive green parka with the german flags on the sleeves.

When i left home in the afternoon of the 24th a man with a thick book of yellow dictionary-colour passed, it's the second time he does so with this book. He insisted on keeping his walking speed with an upset expression, so i let him pass before pedaling. Later a couple on bicycles came towards me, they were both dressed in about the same colours as me. The woman was talking, sounded normally, the man in front of her was hostile staring at me, grimacing. His eyes had an about rectangular shape, his mouth to the side, awry chewing.
When i entered the park in the late afternoon a dark black man was leaving. He was wearing the same jacket as me. I was bicycling, as usual, and he was aping the way i prevent my pants from getting into the chainwheel by doing it at both legs, despite he was walking.
When i arrived at a petrolstation in the evening a woman left, she was dressed almost like me, but had a coat that was like my jacket.

At noon of the 25th there was a man with shaved head, wearing a dark blue baseballjacket wit white sleeves, coming towards me in the next bigger street. He did remind me someone who had some rigthist tendencies, and maybe succeeded to become a real rigthist. But i'm not sure, it's too long ago. He had a dark holdall with him. At a streetcrossing at the near place there were some, three or four, people walking in line, mostly dressed in black, an older woman was wearing a wide scarf of an intense red. Then a young woman with bleached rastas passed me, after waiting at the traffic ligth. She was also dressed in black, exept black-and white striped leggins, and the same red scarf. When i was sitting in the park a man on a bicycle passed me, he had his mouth opened and was pointing at the upper teeth on his left side. He was wearing dark clothes, maybe he was in his early 40ies.
In the afternoon there was a bigger man coming towards me, he blinked at me as if he would know me, could also have been sexual. He was blonde and wearing a camouflage jacket. Later a man on a bicycle, dark clothes, aped me yawning, with good timing. Maybe a martial artist, a taller man with a lanky face. In the pedestrian zone i passed a man standing near the taxis, he had a holdall in each hand, his lower face was covered by kind of thick turtle neck, but with a zipper, could have been part of his too big jacket, wich made a contrast to the visible part of his head, seemed to be a gaunt person. He had watery eyes, looked like a symbol for deep-sea diver, and if something had gone wrong. He reminded me someone i knew, but cannot say with half a face and dressed that way, and about ten years ago. I bougth something at the fair-trade shop near home, when i was back it came into my mind that the female clerk could have been one of the persons at the hut in the park, when they had banned me there.
In the early evening at the end of the street here, near the record shop, there were two cars, seemed that an accident happened. Both were parking on the street, and police was there. There was some distance between the cars, so they had moved after this. A man and a policemen were investigating the a door of the dark( the other was blueish and smaller )car, from my distance i've seen nothing at all, the policemen said "one is always thinking something happened"( "man denkt ja immer da passiert was" ). If a car gets hit at the side, and then both cars in this are parking the way that they make a hindrance for the traffic on two streets, while waiting for the police, one should think that this would have had an effect on the cars. So the situation looked odd. One policemen was waiting near this, standing directly in front of a wall without moving. He joined the others when one said his name, starting to move as if he had been activated. Before this i haven't noticed him.

At midnigth, already the 26th, i bougth something at a fast-food shop next to a petrolstation. The cleks took out the till when i was waiting, for a moment it seemed they were presenting it like a pizza. When i had got the food one loudly asked where one of the other clerks would be, the answer was at the toilet. Then they started cleaning, spatting cleanser on the ground near the till. But they sounded normally to me, exept loud for that theme in a food shop.
( I was in the cheap supermarket at noon, their clerk didn't show up. )
In the afternoon near the park a man came towards me, moving in an odd way. His shoulders up, the straigth legs stiff, a wider stance, that way he came stilting towards me. He had shaved hair, was in his 40ies, wearing a dark olive green jacket. Some distance behind a small child followed.
When i was at a petrolstation at nigth it took the one before me some time to buy 15 beers. Another man approached, when he was at the next street i already thougth he would come here for some acting. The one with the beer bougth plastic bags. The approaching one stood behind him, that way that i had to signalize him not to que-jump me. The one with the bags was heading directly towards me, saying " one could even use condoms"( "da kann man ja auch Kondome nehmen" ), taking his stretching bags as a plea for this highly subtle pedagogical comment. The other man offered his plastic bag to him. The beer-bagged gladly accepted. The first had a black jacket, the second a grey and shorter hair. Could have been aikidokas.

In the early afternoon of the 27th with my bicycle i wanted to pass three persons, who were walking next to each other, on the pavement. A man in the middle, an overweigthed boy, not older than ten, to each side. I was clicking with my levers, people usually hear this and then normally let me pass. The man said to the boy to his rigth "didn't you already get that i'm gay"( "hast du immer noch nicht verstanden das ich schwul bin" ), as if he would be telling what he'd said to someone before. The boy responded "is this true ?"( "stimmt das" ). Then they let me pass.

In the late afternoon of the 28th some people looked at me, two lefties, they behaved normally, but looking at me had a meaning to them, and a woman looked demonstrativly into the sky before passing me, maybe also a lefty. At the end there was a man with gi-ish haircut, wearing a dark blue fligth jacket, he had a very afflicted expression, already a grimace. Looked like rigthist.
When i got outside in the evening, around the corner a couple came towards me, much space as possible between them, so they used up all the pavement. I stepped to the side, because normally people, especially couples, prefer to stay together. But the man didn't change direction and kept his speed, he was bigger than me and sportive, i got even more to the side, they succesfully claimed all the pavement for them. The man was wearing an olive green jacket, seemed to be rigthists. I was heading to a supermarket at a near place, before i turned in the street there a skinhead came around the corner, he was obviously one of them, the third time rigthists today, and he was also wearing a dark blue fligth jacket, as the first one. So i had to pay attention. He stood in front of a shop and looked at the articles, he made a not loud but sharp sniffing noise. He had an inherent hostile expression, and was very robust, really a strong person, from his proportions, and also visible at his hands. In contrast to this he had a thin nose, with a consistent curve and pointy, like a beak. Maybe 40 years.
When i was outside in the late evening three black dressed lefties had a look at me, then a man with a gi-haircut turned in with a car, stopped and friendly signalized me to pass. So this was a joke that i would have prejudices against people with short hair.

When i left home near noon on the 29th, the dark black one who had repeatedly stalked me near home came up the street. He was wearing a darker olive grey jacket and blue jeans. At the end of the street here, where the accident was on the 25th, a man came across the street, towards me, looking at me, grimacing. Open mouth, pulling his lips apart to show teeth, moving the lips one or two times. Then he took one hand at his arse. I didn't look longer at him, he then remotely unlocked a car i was passing. Think he was in his 40ies, he was wearing a saturated blue t-shirt beneath his opened jacket, dull white trousers. I was at the baker, when i passed the somewhat wider street again a black man came down this street, he was still some distance away, while the colour of his skin and clothing were same as at the first black, he had other proportions, was overweigthed.
When i was in the cheap supermarket in the late afternoon, it was surprisingly almost empty. A clerk was pulling a cart full of packets, i think emty ones, into the storage, then closed the door. Haven't seen the clerk, but think it was their trained one. There was a woman, black hair and jacket and a nosepiercing, she had a perambulator and turned when i walked towards her, short time later she came towards me, it all feeled nearly subliminally attached at me. At the till there was only one person in line of me, the young clerk then was much energetically, after i had paid he closed the till really loud, so there was no more open till. So this connects to the 12th.
In the evening i was at the fast-food shop next to the petrolstation, where i already was on the 26th. I first ate fries, then a cheeseburger, in front of the entrance. At the cheeseburger a black man walked to a refuse bin some distance away, seemed he had left the shop from another entrance, for clerks. He started to hit the metal bin with a jacket or so, loudly, and with delay between each hit, so it seemed to be more symbolically than an actual purpose. Two times people threw something in the bin next to me before they entered. The second time it was a couple, the man said something, sounded like a comment on me. The black one was still hitting his drum. He looked like at least half of their black stalkers did during the first years with them, bald, very dark, athletically. He was wearing khaki camouflage-pants. A man passed me, walking through the entrance next to me, i think it was one of the clerks from the 26th. Somehow it seemed this had a meaning. At home i decided to get rid of the food.

When i was in the near supermarket on the 1rst of march, a gesturer passed me. He was holding his hand on his chest for a moment. I didn't get it to estimate the price, the clerk there offered me to pay a few cents next week, maybe this can happen after a few years. When i left the shop a robust skinhead passed me in the entrance, he was sligthly smiling. He was wearing khaki camouflage pants, same as the black one the day before.
At nigth a man came towards me at a streetcrossing, that way that i could'nt know where he decided to go, so i had to stop. He said "wrong direction", somewhere between explanation and question. Seemed he just disbanded from a group of people who came from a party. He then also entered the bank street down, made three sniffing noises, the first sounded like the usual, the two other then normally. He was wearing a khaki synthetic jacket, maybe early 30ies, sportive.

When i had entered the railwaystation in the late afternoon on the 2ned, a couple left the bookstore. The man was a skinhead, he was wearing a blue fligthjacket with a "white power" embroidered in white gothic letters on his back. The woman was bigger than he, she had black hair. I bougth tabacco, when i was walking to the baker two young blacks passed me, then a man was coming from the other side, he had an expression as if he would have seen me lately, acting to look into my eyes. He had shorter hair, a sportive person. Later in the inner city a slim man gave me a short look, vertically stuck his forefinger into a nostril, then holding it in front and gave it a short look, also made a sligth sniffing noise.
In the early evening i passed a boy who had a sabre in his left hand, towards my side, he was hitting the pavement with it, as if it would be his blindmans stick. He wasn't older than eigth, the sabre was just long enough to comfortably touch the ground, it wasn't just a childs toy, the blade was made of metal. Short distance further an overweigthed man wearing synthetic track clothing passed me, he was looking totally stunned towards the boy, open mouth. He was walking, maybe 50years. With the timing and the expression i think it was part of the acting, but i didn't turn around, so i could have missed more details at the boy. The evening before "the fog" was on tv, this must have been the source for the insipration. Near home a blonde girl pulling a trolley with loud plastic wheels passed me. Didn't look at her face, she was small, but i think no child.
When i brougth down waste someone had placed a refuse bin some distance further, but still in front of the house. When i was pulling it back, two young women came towards me, one said "not bad".

Some others, but i have described most.
They also picked up the small cars-theme again.
On the 25th there were two identically violet blue small cars parking in front of the house, around the corner, both with license from the same small town. Think there were two other cars between them.
On the 26th one was still parking there, and when i got out early at midnigth one similar car, same colour, this one a polo, was parking in front of the entrance, but with license from another near town. At noon the next but one street up was an identical car, same model and colour, license from another( as the other three) small town. In the early afternoon both were parking next to each other, to the left of the entrance( all these smaller roundish versions ).
In the morning of the 27th the first one at the entrance has been exchanged by an identical car, except the license is from another smaller near town, and directly in front of the entrance there is another polo car, but of a different blue, and another( also short&round ) version. Three small blue ones in line.
On the 29th at noon three of these small cars( similar shape) were parking next to each other in front of the entrance, again the violet blue i mentioned first on the 27th, and one of them now was a black one.