On the 12th april the telephone-repair-man was here. The malfunktion should have been already repaired. The malfunktions were : not possible to phone me, could not hear messages, had to dial the number of the city when phoning within the city, and at the end once an echo-effect ( my voice repeated with a delay, but not as loud as on the 8th march ).
The first repair was at one of these grey boxes outside, there were cables overlapping. The second one also, the cable from there to the house. Seemed both malfunctions had effect on only my phone( the repairer didn't know about others complaints ). But not on going online with internet.
In the evening, when i was outside with my bicycle one street from here, when the sidestreet meets the bigger street, i had to brake because i've seen a woman lately, she was standing on the street behind a short but high trailer/hanger with awning, the only point where i could not see her, moving her bicycle slightly for- and back, just to make a little light. While i had no light. This could have been a funny accident. But was not dramatically, because of my nice brakes.
On the 13th on one way i passed two discrete sniffers, both joggers, making the noise at the same intensity, the second was wearing a bright orange t-shirt.
The next time outside ( just a few minutes) i've seen the black dressed lefty from the 8th again, on his way to a near record-shop.
Later there was a well-trained man with a new bright-orange hooded shirt who looked at me, leaning his head to the side.
After midnight there were two men at the streetcrossing here, speaking a few words.
On said something like "he takes LSD", the they laughed, then they separated, the one coughed, sounded like he was importend now.
On the 14th there was a bald shaved man in shorts who, before i passed him, toched the point of his nose with his hand (near the wrist ), while looking at some people sitting outside (pub/cafe)as if whe was greeting soeone( but no one reacted ).
On my way back, parallel to this, one street further, i passed a man demonstratively wiped below his nose with his finger and making a sniffing noise while he looked at me. He had shorter darker hair, black t-shirt&sunglasses, tattooed lower arms.
An other time there were two women, a younger and an older one, who both pointed at their nostril at the same way, only a discrete gesture, but both at the same distance to me and same timing, few streets apart from each other.
This had been the basic gesture for many years, but i think this was the first time i've seen it this year.
The next time i was outside someone, sitting on his bicycle, breathes at me when i passed him, as if would be doing a physical exercise, the moment when i came from street to pavement, low curb. The next streetcrossing, when i turned, a woman on a bicycle, similar sunglasses as the man, stopped me for no reason, seemed to be fun, too. Later on that way two sniffers, the second one shaved bald, long chin-beard, hand in hand with his girlfriend.
On the 15th there was a slower woman on a bicycle in front of me, before i could pass her two men with professional street-bicycles came to my side, one passed me to set next to the woman, then driving at her speed, saying " the look...-street( streetname), let's look, they have changing articles here" ( "wechselndes Angebot", hatte nichts auf ) and then turning in front of me, so i had to brake. He, sunglassed, looked at me "i did not see you", -few seconds after passing me.
And two other streetbiker, who seemed to be from them, because of exposed position/timing/new cycle( on also this way, rthe other way back).
At the evening i was (again) at my absent parents to feed the cat. I was watching tv at night, when someone, standing in the garden behind the house, threw a tiny stone against the window, just to make a noise.
On my way back on a bigger street a man on a bicycle crossed my way, he slowed down, i corrected my way, but then he stopped in the middle of the street, for no reason, so i bypassed him widely (no cars near).
This have been the very most of them, these days.
There has already been a bicycle-theme last year, when i started to buy parts. Some people liked to pose with their cycles, often with new black ones, mostly mtb's.
Sometimes they like to use cars, driving centipede for example.
They often used silver-colourd ones, often new with that star( especially in 02 ).
The most exclusive car they used was an oldtimer, from the 30ties, maybe 40ties.
When i stepped out of the house it started the motor with a prominent gurgling suck, had waited down the one-way street ( in the middle, not parking as the others ), now slowly came up towards me, forward the wrong direction.
It had a gigantic hood, was open-topped, the body was of metallic anthracite colour, any other metal was chromed. Anything polished, newer than the first day.
There was only the driver sitting in it, when he came closer he abruptly turned his head towards me, accentuating the mechanical style of that movement with a jiggle at the end, as if he woud have a spring in his neck.
This was on the 19th august last year, at 2:15 p.m .
Montag, 16. April 2007
Donnerstag, 12. April 2007
nose, ear, gum
On the 7th april someone walked down the street, speaking loudly into his cell-phone " i'm now here in the, aeh, damnation street, but i have no idea where ... is "(...=name that sounds somewhat like mine).
At night i bought me a coffee at a mc fast food, next to a petrol station( drunk it at home ), the last gulps tasted especially bad, and i got sick of it. Easy and especially efficient.
On the 8th i woke up because my neighbour above me was drumming a fst precise rhythm.Sounds if he woud have a wooden peg in the floor/wall.
When i was at the railway station there was a black dressed leftie who had been routed towards me before, hostile mindset, cycling slowly on a black bicycle. He looked at me.
I bought me coffee and buns, sat at the water, on the short way he passed in front of me at about my speed, when he turned.
When i was sitting there a man on a small old bicycle came across the bridge, when he was on the bridge he looked at me while wiping with his finger below his nose and making a loud sniffing noise, easy to notice at a bigger distance. Then he came towards me, stopped in front of me and asked me in an overdone whiny tone if i would have a cigarette, did not really sound if he wanted one, also somewhat grimacing in a way that fits his tone. I denied, he left to from where he came.
He had blonde longer fair hair, wearing a dark blue paddeddownjacket, small backpack.
When i started to get back the black dressed leftie passed me again, coming over the bridge.
On that day i passed a young black teenager girl ( i mentioned her before, on the 11th march ), at an entrance on the other side of the street there were two lefties, maybe a couple, watching and discussing me.
On the 9th there was someone who would have walked into me on the narrow pavement, if i would't had corrected my way twice, he completely ignored me, looking to the side, so it looked more naturally at this moment. He was wearing earphones, but not on his eyes. Maybe late 40ties, jacket and shirt both the same earthy colour. At the near traffic light there was a police-bus waiting.
Short time later when i was at home a loudspeaking man was walking down the street, explaining to the public. He was speaking english, i only understood "...like you", because this was loudest and he had a strong asian dialect, maybe tibetan ( only know D. Lama from tv ). Sounds if the context would be "nobody likes you", then he was laughing.
About 5 minutes later, two streets from here, i passed a young man with an blck alpha-jacket, somewhat orderly khaki pants, earphones, shorter hair, he brathes out in a baubling-laughing way when i looked at him. Looked like a rightiest. behind him, on the other side of the side-street i was crossing, there was a upset hurried man walking, he looked at me while he was demonstrative rubbing his upper gums with his finger. He was wearing a fluttering (because he was so hurried) trenchcoat of the same khaki as the pants of the alpha-earphoned, beneath he had a red shirt and a yellow muffler/scarf, buddhist colours. He was orderly dressed, had grey hair and a moustache.
In the evening in the bank a leftie who was routed towards me more than once before entered, and greeted me as if we would know each other (i ignored).
On the 10th near home someone passed me who looked demonstrative up to my flat,.
I've a bigger problem than i thought with my new bicycle. The headsets gets loose because the owner of the "radius" bicycle shop, who also had doubled the price after doing so..., had pressed the cups interchanged. And i've unusual phone-malfunction. Should have been already repaired, so there was a malfunction at the cable-net(kabelnetz), but it is still defect.
Among the people not especially described on the 10&11th there were at least two very dark blacks( maybe more, cannot know if they behave normally but they are more than usual, and same dark colour as one of them... )
When i was at a petrol-station( near fast-food from 7th ) at the evening there was a music out of a car, "new york", very loud ( good sound, filled all the station ). When i left the station, an especially straight-moving marine-soldier( without cap/hat ) was coming directly towards me, i don't think he would have stopped euphoric marching if i wouldn't had turned to the side( to my bicycle ).
On the 11th a man, maybe late 40ties, passed me, leaning his head to the side (away from me) when coming closer, holding/pressing his finger at his ear (side towards me) and then moving/circulating it, as a gesture. He was wearing an orange shirt beneath his jacket.
At the near supermarked there was a darker somewhat overweighted man standing in the entrance, he had a tabacco-packet in his mouth, as dogs carry bough, just standing there.
At night i bought me a coffee at a mc fast food, next to a petrol station( drunk it at home ), the last gulps tasted especially bad, and i got sick of it. Easy and especially efficient.
On the 8th i woke up because my neighbour above me was drumming a fst precise rhythm.Sounds if he woud have a wooden peg in the floor/wall.
When i was at the railway station there was a black dressed leftie who had been routed towards me before, hostile mindset, cycling slowly on a black bicycle. He looked at me.
I bought me coffee and buns, sat at the water, on the short way he passed in front of me at about my speed, when he turned.
When i was sitting there a man on a small old bicycle came across the bridge, when he was on the bridge he looked at me while wiping with his finger below his nose and making a loud sniffing noise, easy to notice at a bigger distance. Then he came towards me, stopped in front of me and asked me in an overdone whiny tone if i would have a cigarette, did not really sound if he wanted one, also somewhat grimacing in a way that fits his tone. I denied, he left to from where he came.
He had blonde longer fair hair, wearing a dark blue paddeddownjacket, small backpack.
When i started to get back the black dressed leftie passed me again, coming over the bridge.
On that day i passed a young black teenager girl ( i mentioned her before, on the 11th march ), at an entrance on the other side of the street there were two lefties, maybe a couple, watching and discussing me.
On the 9th there was someone who would have walked into me on the narrow pavement, if i would't had corrected my way twice, he completely ignored me, looking to the side, so it looked more naturally at this moment. He was wearing earphones, but not on his eyes. Maybe late 40ties, jacket and shirt both the same earthy colour. At the near traffic light there was a police-bus waiting.
Short time later when i was at home a loudspeaking man was walking down the street, explaining to the public. He was speaking english, i only understood "...like you", because this was loudest and he had a strong asian dialect, maybe tibetan ( only know D. Lama from tv ). Sounds if the context would be "nobody likes you", then he was laughing.
About 5 minutes later, two streets from here, i passed a young man with an blck alpha-jacket, somewhat orderly khaki pants, earphones, shorter hair, he brathes out in a baubling-laughing way when i looked at him. Looked like a rightiest. behind him, on the other side of the side-street i was crossing, there was a upset hurried man walking, he looked at me while he was demonstrative rubbing his upper gums with his finger. He was wearing a fluttering (because he was so hurried) trenchcoat of the same khaki as the pants of the alpha-earphoned, beneath he had a red shirt and a yellow muffler/scarf, buddhist colours. He was orderly dressed, had grey hair and a moustache.
In the evening in the bank a leftie who was routed towards me more than once before entered, and greeted me as if we would know each other (i ignored).
On the 10th near home someone passed me who looked demonstrative up to my flat,.
I've a bigger problem than i thought with my new bicycle. The headsets gets loose because the owner of the "radius" bicycle shop, who also had doubled the price after doing so..., had pressed the cups interchanged. And i've unusual phone-malfunction. Should have been already repaired, so there was a malfunction at the cable-net(kabelnetz), but it is still defect.
Among the people not especially described on the 10&11th there were at least two very dark blacks( maybe more, cannot know if they behave normally but they are more than usual, and same dark colour as one of them... )
When i was at a petrol-station( near fast-food from 7th ) at the evening there was a music out of a car, "new york", very loud ( good sound, filled all the station ). When i left the station, an especially straight-moving marine-soldier( without cap/hat ) was coming directly towards me, i don't think he would have stopped euphoric marching if i wouldn't had turned to the side( to my bicycle ).
On the 11th a man, maybe late 40ties, passed me, leaning his head to the side (away from me) when coming closer, holding/pressing his finger at his ear (side towards me) and then moving/circulating it, as a gesture. He was wearing an orange shirt beneath his jacket.
At the near supermarked there was a darker somewhat overweighted man standing in the entrance, he had a tabacco-packet in his mouth, as dogs carry bough, just standing there.
Samstag, 7. April 2007
napless agent
On the 4th april, at the near park, when i passed the synagogue-memorial, there was standing a man in front of an old woman( she was standing with her back towards me ), the man said " hasn't existed " ( "hat nicht existiert "). He was wearing a glossy black leatherjacket, he had geled darker hair, his body was leaned towards the memorial ( but not touching it ), as if the gravity would not work normal on him.
Maybe i should have gone there. Maybe it's just too common to me, that some figures are always there and i have no chance. So he did not say what " has'nt existed "( that was all i heared, but this clearly ), but the context was obvious.
Few minutes later on my way back there was a man in a snow-camouflage-jacket ( finer pattern, as the one at the petrol station and the one at the bicycle-shop) coming from the direction of the memorial, pale blue jeans, peaked cap, light brown leather boots. His mouth was surrounded by a colourless beard, he looked not old enough for grey, but the beard was not yellow enough for blonde. A firm person, usually not weak.
I think i've seen him before, on tv, won't wonder if he has some prominence.
When i arrived back home, about 15 minutes later, few meters from the entrance there was a antifa-guy, dressed in the so popular black clothing (shorts, t-shirt, peaked cap), younger than 20, he had an adult-sized but still fluffy neufundlaenderdog with him.
The dog barked at me, just because it was one of the dogs who sometimes like to bark.
The antifa said something to his sidekick. But i had to stop, because it was at the point where i wanted to get on the narrow pavement.
Later that day, when i bought me a snack, someone behind me said something like " it's possible " (" geht doch "), as if he would be a watchman or so. Seemed this was because the one who sold me the snack was a dark black man, and so they could not resist to comment it-what would happened if they were not watching me ?
(and few others that day)
On the 5th at about 2 am there was a man with a companion walking up the street here loudly saying stuff like "but if it's just the nice foreigner", obvious parodying the snack situation.
Must be hard for them.
Then i was out with my bicycle( i mostly use it to move, this time just to move ), and i've seen an impressive assortment of professional bicyclist-clothing on this sunny late afternoon.
The first were five mountainbiker on fullsuspension-bikes, wearing these narrow clothing with logos of whatever all over the it. Their bikes were specially dirty, don't know where they got it all these sunny days. They'd passed me one by one on the street, one commented my bycicle "but this is shit". Then they set in front of me as a bunch, driving at about my speed.
The logo an their arses was the e-mail adress of the local official( e.V.) bicyclist-community, with it's more than 100 years tradition( this is was the website says).
When i started to ride back a man with shaved hair and neon-green rainjacket on a bicycle passed me, he pressed one finger at a nostril and snotted through the other while looking at me, then he turned around to pass me again. Maybe there was also another reason for him to show up : he was also riding a no-suspension corrected rigid mtb. He had a black one with all parts silver. The straightest look ! Then on the bridge a full-bearded bicyclist in his all-weather-touring-clothing and sunglasses passed me, with his padded black gloves he'd grapped his cantilever-brake-levers( not like road~, no, really the levers) instead his bar. The next special bicyclist was wearing a bright-yellow poncho, he was holding his handlebar with his rigth, his left was hangig, then he clicked his shifter in a bowed move from upside-down once. Seemed he had the same rare shifters as me, but his rigth on the left.
Then a jogging woman, maybe a real sportswoman, pressing one finger at a nostril, breathing out biting and loud, without having a cold.
This was within 1 1/2 hours.
(the day before i was outside some hours, only one discrete at the beginning)
At the evening there was a "he can already walk"-comment on me, before that i'd bought a pizza at the railway-station, when i came out there were running black boys passing me( there have been many dark black men at the station, the speaker was white german, as the one at the snack ).
My neighbour above me was using his squiling door that day, don't know how often.
(that was it that day)
The 6th was a subtle day, no one came up to me, but it seems themes were present.
A woman in the bank breathes as if she would scent( the perception-meaning: wittern ).
When i've been at the laundromat, at the way to it i've seen the one who looks like the one from the lefties bicycle-help, i cannot say at a fast look if he is it.
When i waited inside four lefties on different rigid black&all parts blank retro-cycles in remarkable good condition stopped at the streetcrossing, directly in front of me. Looked like just professional serviced and nothing but sober street since. The one could have won a vintage-price.
( mine is nice, but especially the condition of the painting looks crab )
Some turkish young men were talking, one reminded the martial arts i did once mostly, then added that he beated him up("in die fresse hauen"), but otherwise they behaved normally.
Two black dressed nazi-skins passed on the other side of the street. Normally in this town there are not much nazis.
Later that day i passed again some people who seemed to be right-extremists, just when i arrived the inner city.
The first political-themed comment was back in 98. It was the top-act at the end of a two-weeks action. During these two weeks their speakers appeared more and more often, becoming more extreme. I think this was to work with the awareness and tolerance of the people who lived there ( not the street where i live now ). At the end a man ( one of the leaders ) was leaving his car, sounded as if he had a companion with him, he stood up the street, in the middle, at night.
He was speaking very loud, and it took some time, it was "certainly" adressed to someone in the street.
He said "jewish pig/sow, aehm, i mean, pimp sow" (in german it rhymes : "judensau, aehm, ludensau "), and that he had a gun.
At the end a police-car with blue-light on slowly drove down the street.
When it had passed the speaker left his car again, a little last joke : now he had no real gun with him, but he has one at home, maybe he would take it next time.
("jew" is only symbollically, i'm not, nor do i have a migration background)
Maybe i should have gone there. Maybe it's just too common to me, that some figures are always there and i have no chance. So he did not say what " has'nt existed "( that was all i heared, but this clearly ), but the context was obvious.
Few minutes later on my way back there was a man in a snow-camouflage-jacket ( finer pattern, as the one at the petrol station and the one at the bicycle-shop) coming from the direction of the memorial, pale blue jeans, peaked cap, light brown leather boots. His mouth was surrounded by a colourless beard, he looked not old enough for grey, but the beard was not yellow enough for blonde. A firm person, usually not weak.
I think i've seen him before, on tv, won't wonder if he has some prominence.
When i arrived back home, about 15 minutes later, few meters from the entrance there was a antifa-guy, dressed in the so popular black clothing (shorts, t-shirt, peaked cap), younger than 20, he had an adult-sized but still fluffy neufundlaenderdog with him.
The dog barked at me, just because it was one of the dogs who sometimes like to bark.
The antifa said something to his sidekick. But i had to stop, because it was at the point where i wanted to get on the narrow pavement.
Later that day, when i bought me a snack, someone behind me said something like " it's possible " (" geht doch "), as if he would be a watchman or so. Seemed this was because the one who sold me the snack was a dark black man, and so they could not resist to comment it-what would happened if they were not watching me ?
(and few others that day)
On the 5th at about 2 am there was a man with a companion walking up the street here loudly saying stuff like "but if it's just the nice foreigner", obvious parodying the snack situation.
Must be hard for them.
Then i was out with my bicycle( i mostly use it to move, this time just to move ), and i've seen an impressive assortment of professional bicyclist-clothing on this sunny late afternoon.
The first were five mountainbiker on fullsuspension-bikes, wearing these narrow clothing with logos of whatever all over the it. Their bikes were specially dirty, don't know where they got it all these sunny days. They'd passed me one by one on the street, one commented my bycicle "but this is shit". Then they set in front of me as a bunch, driving at about my speed.
The logo an their arses was the e-mail adress of the local official( e.V.) bicyclist-community, with it's more than 100 years tradition( this is was the website says).
When i started to ride back a man with shaved hair and neon-green rainjacket on a bicycle passed me, he pressed one finger at a nostril and snotted through the other while looking at me, then he turned around to pass me again. Maybe there was also another reason for him to show up : he was also riding a no-suspension corrected rigid mtb. He had a black one with all parts silver. The straightest look ! Then on the bridge a full-bearded bicyclist in his all-weather-touring-clothing and sunglasses passed me, with his padded black gloves he'd grapped his cantilever-brake-levers( not like road~, no, really the levers) instead his bar. The next special bicyclist was wearing a bright-yellow poncho, he was holding his handlebar with his rigth, his left was hangig, then he clicked his shifter in a bowed move from upside-down once. Seemed he had the same rare shifters as me, but his rigth on the left.
Then a jogging woman, maybe a real sportswoman, pressing one finger at a nostril, breathing out biting and loud, without having a cold.
This was within 1 1/2 hours.
(the day before i was outside some hours, only one discrete at the beginning)
At the evening there was a "he can already walk"-comment on me, before that i'd bought a pizza at the railway-station, when i came out there were running black boys passing me( there have been many dark black men at the station, the speaker was white german, as the one at the snack ).
My neighbour above me was using his squiling door that day, don't know how often.
(that was it that day)
The 6th was a subtle day, no one came up to me, but it seems themes were present.
A woman in the bank breathes as if she would scent( the perception-meaning: wittern ).
When i've been at the laundromat, at the way to it i've seen the one who looks like the one from the lefties bicycle-help, i cannot say at a fast look if he is it.
When i waited inside four lefties on different rigid black&all parts blank retro-cycles in remarkable good condition stopped at the streetcrossing, directly in front of me. Looked like just professional serviced and nothing but sober street since. The one could have won a vintage-price.
( mine is nice, but especially the condition of the painting looks crab )
Some turkish young men were talking, one reminded the martial arts i did once mostly, then added that he beated him up("in die fresse hauen"), but otherwise they behaved normally.
Two black dressed nazi-skins passed on the other side of the street. Normally in this town there are not much nazis.
Later that day i passed again some people who seemed to be right-extremists, just when i arrived the inner city.
The first political-themed comment was back in 98. It was the top-act at the end of a two-weeks action. During these two weeks their speakers appeared more and more often, becoming more extreme. I think this was to work with the awareness and tolerance of the people who lived there ( not the street where i live now ). At the end a man ( one of the leaders ) was leaving his car, sounded as if he had a companion with him, he stood up the street, in the middle, at night.
He was speaking very loud, and it took some time, it was "certainly" adressed to someone in the street.
He said "jewish pig/sow, aehm, i mean, pimp sow" (in german it rhymes : "judensau, aehm, ludensau "), and that he had a gun.
At the end a police-car with blue-light on slowly drove down the street.
When it had passed the speaker left his car again, a little last joke : now he had no real gun with him, but he has one at home, maybe he would take it next time.
("jew" is only symbollically, i'm not, nor do i have a migration background)
Dienstag, 3. April 2007
camou's camouflage
When i bicycled over a place in the inner city on the 30th march some people sitting there yelled at me as if i would be someone who did an exciting performance and they would be my public/fans.
Another time some people in a car, waiting at a traffic light, yelled "ey" at me, to create a criminal ambiance.
Maybe right-extremists.
There were two sniffers that day, one who was dressed with a bleached jeansjacket and stopped with his bicycle next to me also insisted on a criminal charisma.
When i was on my way to the shopping centre in the inner city on the 31th at the beginning a very ecological woman on a bicycle passed me, she was holding an japanese longbow wrapped in some decorative cloth, but with a string on it, as far as i remember.
In the shopping centre there was a black dressed overweighted stronger than average skinhead standing at a desk to the middle of the passage, much exposed, near the entrance of a large store. Then in the entrance a man of the same shape came up straight towards me, so i had to step to the side, or he would just have walked forceful into me.
A darker man with a muscle shirt that showed his strong arms came next and looked estimating at me, maybe both were foreigners.
Later that day at the park there were two men with a smaller dog. The one man had shaved hair, he said, more to me than to his companion "you know kurdish ?" ( "kannst du" ) and moved his leather leash that the metal carabiner on it made a noise, to show that it could be used as a weapon.
And few others that day, first was a female sniffer.
In the late night of the 1rst april there was the vehicle that sounds like lot again, but not for long.
I was bicycling twice that day, the first time few hours, there was a sniffer on a small bridge across a river, a younger man dressed in black sports clothing, black sunglasses, maybe a right-extrmist. When i turned around, already some distance away, he repeated.
On my way back at the bridge near the railwaystation there was another sniffer, a man with black upper clothing, dressed somewhat hiphopish, soaked with stylish cool- and hardness. He then greets someone with a handclap.
IWhen i bought me a pizza at the railwaystation a nosegesturer, grey full beard, dressed with black upper clothing, passed me. When i left the railwaystation the stylish sniffer entered it, passing me.
There was flea-market in the city, i've seen a limping, maybe homeless, full-bearded man there who was wearing exactly the same camouflage clothing as the (ex?)skinhead at the petrol station on the 26th march : a snow-camouflage jacket, same condition, he was wearing the hood( as the one at the petrol station did ), and a green camouflage pants, same pattern. This man was smaller, and the trousers of the man at the petrol station seemed somewhat short.
I've seen him before the 26th, there he was wearing this clothing already-so maybe the one at the petrol station borrowed his clothing ?
I've read the news from the police, and i found nothing about an attack that could have made this bump i described on 26th, now i think if it would be from a wound it would be time ago, and also the result of disease because of drug-addiction.
However, he was pesented in a way to me that made him a symbol for wound.
This was the story that was told me through all this symbolizers, as far as i could keep track of it, from what has been shown to me-wich does not necessarily have to say that people know what they should symbolize to me, especially not in wich context.
And at the flea-market i got two comments on my bycicle, that suggested somehow that i should'nt have it( because it's sooooooooo ), one was a loud speaking person somewhere between all the people, only voice, they sometimes like to do so.
Then i was bicycling again, near a petrol station ( same as 26th) a shorthaired man in camouflage-jacket on a bicycle passed me, an appendant man with sunglasses was standing in front of the station. Seemed to be right extremists.
A sniffer and his companion at the station.
On my way back from a wood there was a sniffer on a bicycle who then meets another cyclist, with shaved hair and black flight jacket, both driving in front of me, so i slowed down. Seemed to be right extremists.
Few others this day, not sure at all of them.
On the 2nd there were 3 discrete sniffers, few others.
I was again at the do-it-yourself-repair&help-bicycle-shop at the lefties.
Was normally. I thought the one younger man there once was behind me with someone with shaved hair, now i had seen him again, usually only similarity.
( this time he said a few words especially loud, they did fit in some way to his last theme )
On the 3rd on my way back from the baker at the streetcrossing in front of it there was a man, brush-cut, seemed he had some weight training, he was wearing a sweatshirt, the saturated blue they liked so much in 02, with the logo "speedcity" on his back. The next person i passed looked also like them, a black dressed man moving his head to his hand to touch.
On my way to the baker close to the point where the blue was, there was a skinhead, weight trained, white sweatshirt. Won't wonder if they would tend to rightier views.
I had to go to a bicycle shop. They really(!) should have done this better. But no problem then, fortunatly.
When i was leaving someone opened the door for me, i sat on my cycle to roll out, when my frontwheel was on the pavement someone came around the corner, so i stopped, he looked at me when passing, it was a skinhead in white camouflage jacket, wearing his hood, on a flashy red new fullsuspension mtb, usually no cheap one.
Later that day there was a sniffer, a man dressed in an orange jacket, yellow bicycle.
And the postman asked me if i had fallen in love "verliebt?" when he delivered a packet with a woman's handwriting on it.
(that's all)
Another time some people in a car, waiting at a traffic light, yelled "ey" at me, to create a criminal ambiance.
Maybe right-extremists.
There were two sniffers that day, one who was dressed with a bleached jeansjacket and stopped with his bicycle next to me also insisted on a criminal charisma.
When i was on my way to the shopping centre in the inner city on the 31th at the beginning a very ecological woman on a bicycle passed me, she was holding an japanese longbow wrapped in some decorative cloth, but with a string on it, as far as i remember.
In the shopping centre there was a black dressed overweighted stronger than average skinhead standing at a desk to the middle of the passage, much exposed, near the entrance of a large store. Then in the entrance a man of the same shape came up straight towards me, so i had to step to the side, or he would just have walked forceful into me.
A darker man with a muscle shirt that showed his strong arms came next and looked estimating at me, maybe both were foreigners.
Later that day at the park there were two men with a smaller dog. The one man had shaved hair, he said, more to me than to his companion "you know kurdish ?" ( "kannst du" ) and moved his leather leash that the metal carabiner on it made a noise, to show that it could be used as a weapon.
And few others that day, first was a female sniffer.
In the late night of the 1rst april there was the vehicle that sounds like lot again, but not for long.
I was bicycling twice that day, the first time few hours, there was a sniffer on a small bridge across a river, a younger man dressed in black sports clothing, black sunglasses, maybe a right-extrmist. When i turned around, already some distance away, he repeated.
On my way back at the bridge near the railwaystation there was another sniffer, a man with black upper clothing, dressed somewhat hiphopish, soaked with stylish cool- and hardness. He then greets someone with a handclap.
IWhen i bought me a pizza at the railwaystation a nosegesturer, grey full beard, dressed with black upper clothing, passed me. When i left the railwaystation the stylish sniffer entered it, passing me.
There was flea-market in the city, i've seen a limping, maybe homeless, full-bearded man there who was wearing exactly the same camouflage clothing as the (ex?)skinhead at the petrol station on the 26th march : a snow-camouflage jacket, same condition, he was wearing the hood( as the one at the petrol station did ), and a green camouflage pants, same pattern. This man was smaller, and the trousers of the man at the petrol station seemed somewhat short.
I've seen him before the 26th, there he was wearing this clothing already-so maybe the one at the petrol station borrowed his clothing ?
I've read the news from the police, and i found nothing about an attack that could have made this bump i described on 26th, now i think if it would be from a wound it would be time ago, and also the result of disease because of drug-addiction.
However, he was pesented in a way to me that made him a symbol for wound.
This was the story that was told me through all this symbolizers, as far as i could keep track of it, from what has been shown to me-wich does not necessarily have to say that people know what they should symbolize to me, especially not in wich context.
And at the flea-market i got two comments on my bycicle, that suggested somehow that i should'nt have it( because it's sooooooooo ), one was a loud speaking person somewhere between all the people, only voice, they sometimes like to do so.
Then i was bicycling again, near a petrol station ( same as 26th) a shorthaired man in camouflage-jacket on a bicycle passed me, an appendant man with sunglasses was standing in front of the station. Seemed to be right extremists.
A sniffer and his companion at the station.
On my way back from a wood there was a sniffer on a bicycle who then meets another cyclist, with shaved hair and black flight jacket, both driving in front of me, so i slowed down. Seemed to be right extremists.
Few others this day, not sure at all of them.
On the 2nd there were 3 discrete sniffers, few others.
I was again at the do-it-yourself-repair&help-bicycle-shop at the lefties.
Was normally. I thought the one younger man there once was behind me with someone with shaved hair, now i had seen him again, usually only similarity.
( this time he said a few words especially loud, they did fit in some way to his last theme )
On the 3rd on my way back from the baker at the streetcrossing in front of it there was a man, brush-cut, seemed he had some weight training, he was wearing a sweatshirt, the saturated blue they liked so much in 02, with the logo "speedcity" on his back. The next person i passed looked also like them, a black dressed man moving his head to his hand to touch.
On my way to the baker close to the point where the blue was, there was a skinhead, weight trained, white sweatshirt. Won't wonder if they would tend to rightier views.
I had to go to a bicycle shop. They really(!) should have done this better. But no problem then, fortunatly.
When i was leaving someone opened the door for me, i sat on my cycle to roll out, when my frontwheel was on the pavement someone came around the corner, so i stopped, he looked at me when passing, it was a skinhead in white camouflage jacket, wearing his hood, on a flashy red new fullsuspension mtb, usually no cheap one.
Later that day there was a sniffer, a man dressed in an orange jacket, yellow bicycle.
And the postman asked me if i had fallen in love "verliebt?" when he delivered a packet with a woman's handwriting on it.
(that's all)
Freitag, 30. März 2007
blain quest
On the 26th march in the morning, when i was at the baker, there was a man in dirty worktrousers and ~boots, he made a move, seemed that he stole some buns. He then bougth a coffee. When i left the baker a teenager on a bicycle wiped below his nose when passing. The move looked normally, but the timing was classic and he was wearing black padded gloves( gefütterte fingerhandschuhe ), despite it wasn't cold, just somewhat fresh at this time.
When i was on my way back from the cheap supermarket at a streetcrossing i heared the very hausfrauisch voice of an older woman from inside a house "opium 4". When i turned into a smaller street a man on a bicycle, wearing an earthy-dull orange jacket also turned in, then stopped. At the end of the street there was a black man with a cellphone, when i came closer an older man in an orange jacket came around the corner.
When i was at the bank someone came up to me when i walked outside, instead going to the side he adjusted his way to make me step to the side, he wanted all the space. He moved his legs fastly while walking upstairs.
Maybe i knew him from a martial arts training. Not sure, long ago. The one at the baker also reminds me someone, but maybe he just looked similar.
When i was at a smaller petrol station( same as the day before ) at night there were some people in front of it and two standing beside it.
One of the two was dressed with a hooded camouflage jacket, camouflage trousers and sneakers.
When i arrived a black dressed man on a mtb said to the two " you already had/got ? "( "hattet ihr schon ").
The two came closer.
The person in front of me was a woman dressed orange jacket.
Then there was a que-jumping woman, dressed in black. She was twice holding her hand at her right cheek, maybe a symbol.
When i was standing there the camouflage-man said my family-name towards me.
I ignored this. I boght some beer, i said to the clerk loudly (she was further away ) that i wanted cans, because she took bottles.
The camouflage-man said that bottles are better. I said cans are better.
When i was leaving he stood there and offered me a "Hempels", a magazine sold by homeless and such.
So what the black dressed with the mtb said to him to animate him to come closer was what a magazine-seller would normally ask.
Camou had his hood on, seemed he had shaved hair. I think he once was a well known naziskin, but maybe that was long ago, despite he still looked somewhat like this he did'nt seem hostile.
He was bigger and naturally stronger than average persons.
He had an unusual big bump on his forehead, above his left eye.
I first thought this could be a disease, i didn't want to look there, it was really deforming.
But i think it was the result of an attack.
[ this is what i thougth then, continues on 1rst april ]
When i bought a "Hempels" he said that he prefers bottles, especially guiness.
I said i would prefer cans, because i like to rumple them.
I think he was attacked, usually by a professional with a tool (bottle ?), and he has not seen his attacker.
Martial artists got in touch with him and routed him here.
Maybe if i would have been able to keep on training i could have done this. All the last years my health is really down.
An noisy-nosy-breathtalking older man in a black suit in the morning of the 27th.
When i was sitting in the park with a newspaper at the afternoon/evening, just a short time, a man, maybe in his forties, asked me if there would be anything interesting.
I denied, just the usual boring stuff.
When moving on he said i should read the white, there is the truth.
I loudly responded that this is rigth, this is true.
When he arrived at the next person sitting on a bank, a younger (fair-)black man, he said loudly "and no one has seen who was/did it" (" und keiner hat gesehen wer es war ").
On the 28th and 29th i completed my bicycle, except shifing, 28th was nothing( lefties bicyle-helpshop, wich helped), on the 29th before i arrived at a bicycle shop there was a man, riding his bicycle w.o. holding on, presenting a big master link (Fahrradschloss ).
When i was cycling there was a single sniffer, somewhere at the water, no one near, he was a much better bicyclist than me, with his mtb.
I think i reallydescribed all of them these days.
When i was on my way back from the cheap supermarket at a streetcrossing i heared the very hausfrauisch voice of an older woman from inside a house "opium 4". When i turned into a smaller street a man on a bicycle, wearing an earthy-dull orange jacket also turned in, then stopped. At the end of the street there was a black man with a cellphone, when i came closer an older man in an orange jacket came around the corner.
When i was at the bank someone came up to me when i walked outside, instead going to the side he adjusted his way to make me step to the side, he wanted all the space. He moved his legs fastly while walking upstairs.
Maybe i knew him from a martial arts training. Not sure, long ago. The one at the baker also reminds me someone, but maybe he just looked similar.
When i was at a smaller petrol station( same as the day before ) at night there were some people in front of it and two standing beside it.
One of the two was dressed with a hooded camouflage jacket, camouflage trousers and sneakers.
When i arrived a black dressed man on a mtb said to the two " you already had/got ? "( "hattet ihr schon ").
The two came closer.
The person in front of me was a woman dressed orange jacket.
Then there was a que-jumping woman, dressed in black. She was twice holding her hand at her right cheek, maybe a symbol.
When i was standing there the camouflage-man said my family-name towards me.
I ignored this. I boght some beer, i said to the clerk loudly (she was further away ) that i wanted cans, because she took bottles.
The camouflage-man said that bottles are better. I said cans are better.
When i was leaving he stood there and offered me a "Hempels", a magazine sold by homeless and such.
So what the black dressed with the mtb said to him to animate him to come closer was what a magazine-seller would normally ask.
Camou had his hood on, seemed he had shaved hair. I think he once was a well known naziskin, but maybe that was long ago, despite he still looked somewhat like this he did'nt seem hostile.
He was bigger and naturally stronger than average persons.
He had an unusual big bump on his forehead, above his left eye.
I first thought this could be a disease, i didn't want to look there, it was really deforming.
But i think it was the result of an attack.
[ this is what i thougth then, continues on 1rst april ]
When i bought a "Hempels" he said that he prefers bottles, especially guiness.
I said i would prefer cans, because i like to rumple them.
I think he was attacked, usually by a professional with a tool (bottle ?), and he has not seen his attacker.
Martial artists got in touch with him and routed him here.
Maybe if i would have been able to keep on training i could have done this. All the last years my health is really down.
An noisy-nosy-breathtalking older man in a black suit in the morning of the 27th.
When i was sitting in the park with a newspaper at the afternoon/evening, just a short time, a man, maybe in his forties, asked me if there would be anything interesting.
I denied, just the usual boring stuff.
When moving on he said i should read the white, there is the truth.
I loudly responded that this is rigth, this is true.
When he arrived at the next person sitting on a bank, a younger (fair-)black man, he said loudly "and no one has seen who was/did it" (" und keiner hat gesehen wer es war ").
On the 28th and 29th i completed my bicycle, except shifing, 28th was nothing( lefties bicyle-helpshop, wich helped), on the 29th before i arrived at a bicycle shop there was a man, riding his bicycle w.o. holding on, presenting a big master link (Fahrradschloss ).
When i was cycling there was a single sniffer, somewhere at the water, no one near, he was a much better bicyclist than me, with his mtb.
I think i reallydescribed all of them these days.
Montag, 26. März 2007
a repeated suit
On the 23 march at about 4:30 am there was a chopper that sounded like lot, posing a while.
On my way to the shopping centre in the inner city i passed a car with a man and a woman inside. The man had his eyebrows frown to look as severe as possible, feel the incredible authority. Wich probably makes him look much older. He reminded me someone i knew, but i'm not sure. He had no hair and rectangular glasses.
Immediatly after i passed them a man came towards me, crossing the street. He was dressed in black and had leaned his head to his left shoulder, holding this position. He made a discrete sniffing noise.
When i had bought me something to eat and consumed it at the water a police car stopped in front of the near pedestrian bridge, two policemen cordoned the bridge with a chain.
When i passed them between them there was a man jogging on the spot, as it's done between jumping jacks.
He was the owner of a martial arts school where i had trained, but only few times at his training( different styles there ).
This time he ignored me( last time he'd turned his head 90 degrees away ). He had a dog with him, he holded a feet at the side of the dog, the way that it looks somewhat like a kick.
On my way back near the townhall i passed a teenage couple, the male one was a nazi-skin in campuflage-jacket, with a maybe self-ironically i-am-so-hard-accent he said to his companion :"you know this, where rhey stand there with the sticks this way" while raising one arm a little. He was talking about eskrima.
When i trained martial arts i was at two schools( at both people tended to have opinions from the pol. left ), the one with the teacher i've seen before( i learned the exercises the clerk i described was posing with there ), and at the other one there was eskrima. I had to leave both.
The next person, just out of hearing range, was a black woman with closed eyes( walking in the same direction as they ).
Later, when i was in a hardware store, a man who made a sniffing noise passed me. On my way back on two entrances to the park at each there were two men in black suits standing, not far away from the fries/coffe/beer-hut, or the last ski-mask.
The second ones were not older than twenty, one said " no, i don't think this could be, not even theoretically "(" das geht nicht "). This could have been a comment on the theme the one with the ski-mask could have been a comment to-if someone would read my comments in a certain forum.
The next time i was outside the first person i passed was wearing a black suit, despite the weather, a somewhat darker, maybe arab, man, maybe end 40ies or so, on a bicyle.
On the 24th a black man stepped out of an entrance, i think it was one of them because of the timing.
Kind of if-you-think-this-has-something-to-say-it's-just-you-test. He was wearing a jacket of an earthy dull orange colour.
Short time before i've passed two black men with same skin complexion and hair (length, curlyness).
On the 25th, at night, someone was posing with the engine of his car for a while.
When i just had left my home the first person, at the streetcrossing here, was a woman, in her 50ties, she was wearing an orange jacket of the same tone as the black man yesterday. She complained at a little child that was with her that it should learn. When i bicycled through the near park a man with black topclothing and black sunglasses, bald shaved head, maybe 30 years, made a shuffling step when passing, when he was directly at my side. It was obvious before that he would do something, he looked at me and was gloating. Then when i passed the fries/coffee/beer-hut in the corner of my eye there was something dull earthy orange coming towards me from the side, seemed it was a buddhist monk.
Later, on my way back, when i crossed a street, there was a black man at a bus stop. He was talking, as if he would have a conversation( no cellphone ), while looking at the advertising of the bus-stop in front of him, wich showed a woman.
At the bus-stop on the other side, just mirrowed, there were two black man talking, sounding much the way as the one on the other side( but to each other ), one looked much similar to him (and somewhat as the ones the day before).
When i stopped in the near park and sat on a bank a very dark black woman talking into a cellphone passed me.
When i was out at night( petrol station ), just when i came to the bigger street, there were two police cars, one was turning into it and bullhorned me to switch light on or get of the bicycle. With only a back reflector i choosed last. Because they'd turned around to look after me i had to get off again, and now the young cop wanted to seriously explain me how dangerous, wich did'nt really work, due to lack of traffic. At the end they asked my name, and i said my family name.
No payment, but i had to shove the cycle.
On my way to the shopping centre in the inner city i passed a car with a man and a woman inside. The man had his eyebrows frown to look as severe as possible, feel the incredible authority. Wich probably makes him look much older. He reminded me someone i knew, but i'm not sure. He had no hair and rectangular glasses.
Immediatly after i passed them a man came towards me, crossing the street. He was dressed in black and had leaned his head to his left shoulder, holding this position. He made a discrete sniffing noise.
When i had bought me something to eat and consumed it at the water a police car stopped in front of the near pedestrian bridge, two policemen cordoned the bridge with a chain.
When i passed them between them there was a man jogging on the spot, as it's done between jumping jacks.
He was the owner of a martial arts school where i had trained, but only few times at his training( different styles there ).
This time he ignored me( last time he'd turned his head 90 degrees away ). He had a dog with him, he holded a feet at the side of the dog, the way that it looks somewhat like a kick.
On my way back near the townhall i passed a teenage couple, the male one was a nazi-skin in campuflage-jacket, with a maybe self-ironically i-am-so-hard-accent he said to his companion :"you know this, where rhey stand there with the sticks this way" while raising one arm a little. He was talking about eskrima.
When i trained martial arts i was at two schools( at both people tended to have opinions from the pol. left ), the one with the teacher i've seen before( i learned the exercises the clerk i described was posing with there ), and at the other one there was eskrima. I had to leave both.
The next person, just out of hearing range, was a black woman with closed eyes( walking in the same direction as they ).
Later, when i was in a hardware store, a man who made a sniffing noise passed me. On my way back on two entrances to the park at each there were two men in black suits standing, not far away from the fries/coffe/beer-hut, or the last ski-mask.
The second ones were not older than twenty, one said " no, i don't think this could be, not even theoretically "(" das geht nicht "). This could have been a comment on the theme the one with the ski-mask could have been a comment to-if someone would read my comments in a certain forum.
The next time i was outside the first person i passed was wearing a black suit, despite the weather, a somewhat darker, maybe arab, man, maybe end 40ies or so, on a bicyle.
On the 24th a black man stepped out of an entrance, i think it was one of them because of the timing.
Kind of if-you-think-this-has-something-to-say-it's-just-you-test. He was wearing a jacket of an earthy dull orange colour.
Short time before i've passed two black men with same skin complexion and hair (length, curlyness).
On the 25th, at night, someone was posing with the engine of his car for a while.
When i just had left my home the first person, at the streetcrossing here, was a woman, in her 50ties, she was wearing an orange jacket of the same tone as the black man yesterday. She complained at a little child that was with her that it should learn. When i bicycled through the near park a man with black topclothing and black sunglasses, bald shaved head, maybe 30 years, made a shuffling step when passing, when he was directly at my side. It was obvious before that he would do something, he looked at me and was gloating. Then when i passed the fries/coffee/beer-hut in the corner of my eye there was something dull earthy orange coming towards me from the side, seemed it was a buddhist monk.
Later, on my way back, when i crossed a street, there was a black man at a bus stop. He was talking, as if he would have a conversation( no cellphone ), while looking at the advertising of the bus-stop in front of him, wich showed a woman.
At the bus-stop on the other side, just mirrowed, there were two black man talking, sounding much the way as the one on the other side( but to each other ), one looked much similar to him (and somewhat as the ones the day before).
When i stopped in the near park and sat on a bank a very dark black woman talking into a cellphone passed me.
When i was out at night( petrol station ), just when i came to the bigger street, there were two police cars, one was turning into it and bullhorned me to switch light on or get of the bicycle. With only a back reflector i choosed last. Because they'd turned around to look after me i had to get off again, and now the young cop wanted to seriously explain me how dangerous, wich did'nt really work, due to lack of traffic. At the end they asked my name, and i said my family name.
No payment, but i had to shove the cycle.
Donnerstag, 22. März 2007
a mask again
The first time i left home on the 20th march there were two men on the streetcrossing here, one was wearing a jacket of the same pale blue colour as the cap of the greeting man yesterday was, the other was wearing dark jeans clothing, he was pressing a finger at a nostril, then breathes out as if he would get rid of some snot, then the other nostril, but at none he did have the snot for it. So it was a variation of the basic gesture(that hasn't been in use this year, but the eight before) in combination with an inverted sniffing noise.
In the supermarket when i was standing line up there was a man behind me who constantly bumbled/droned at a specially low frequency.
In the evening i walked to the cinema at the railway station, when i arrived at the near market/parking place i saw a skinhead with a camouflage jacket walking in my direction( but too far away to come close ), when i had crossed the street a small group of younger people passed me, male and female, one also had a camouflage-jacket, and on the place two men passed me, one was a skinhead, walking in a stupid way only right-extremist skinheads can do.
They were all walking in the direction of the streetcrossing i passed , but started at different points at/on the place, maybe -30/0/30 degrees (from me), and not exactly at the same time ( if they had the same distance), few seconds difference.
On the 21st at the near park a man came towards me and looked at me, not really unusual, only the slight feeling that maybe there was a reason for him beeing there. He had a moustache, a pale blue jeans jacket( not the blue the cap had ) and black stretch-jeans, seemed to be a leftie/antifa with traditional pants.
Later at the park i have seen a man on a bicycle, his jacket had similar colour to one i have( but was not wearing that time ), he was wearing black pants and a black ski-mask, he had a holland-velo( doesn't look like a antifa/autonom or so ).
When i had crossed the street behind the park i passed a group of younger teenager, one said "but this is sh!t ", the other answered " i've beaten him on his head, with a bludgeon " ("ich habe ihm auf den Kopf geschlagen, mit einem Knueppel ").
Later on my way when i had stopped in front of a fast-food-shop a fast walking skinhead in snow-camouflage-trousers, younger than twentie, passed me.
He turned his head in my direction, but not completely, so abrupt as if he had an electric shock.
If his head would't have been attached to his neck he would had catapulted it at me.
Maybe he did not expect me to stop there, at the next traffic light he could have been behind me.
When i had left home at night, just when i had turned around the corner i heared a loud shuffling step, but i could see no one.
On the 22nd, just when i stepped outside, a police-car turned into the street here.
The next time i was outside one street from here a man made some steps as if he could stumble, he stepped into a longer transparent binder/cable clip/lacing cord( Kabelbinder ), looked somewhat overdone to me, he wanted to make this noisy scuffling steps. He had unkempt especially voluminous hair( 70ties ) and was overweighted.
Some of the themes are inspired or passed from the news/media, the bumbling man and the one with the ski-mask&the corresponding teenagers( it seems to be about nazis who have been attacked by mask antifas in berlin, the accusation is tried killing, despite light injuries ) were such.
It all started back in the mid nineties, among the first people there were some clan-like, maybe with arab migration background, but i'm not sure for this( the leaders are white germans ), and also some martial artists. The first were all males.
In 98 the number of these people heighnered fastly, many germans from somewhere of the mid of society, no obvious political position, common looking males and females, any age, sect-like people, among their first their was a tall old man breathing at me in an obscene way when standing in line behind me, some of them were just standing there and staring at me, among them a complete family on a traffic island near my home.
In 99 it became routine, such people showed up nearly every day, when there are successive days where none show up it's usually at the end and beginning of a year.
In the supermarket when i was standing line up there was a man behind me who constantly bumbled/droned at a specially low frequency.
In the evening i walked to the cinema at the railway station, when i arrived at the near market/parking place i saw a skinhead with a camouflage jacket walking in my direction( but too far away to come close ), when i had crossed the street a small group of younger people passed me, male and female, one also had a camouflage-jacket, and on the place two men passed me, one was a skinhead, walking in a stupid way only right-extremist skinheads can do.
They were all walking in the direction of the streetcrossing i passed , but started at different points at/on the place, maybe -30/0/30 degrees (from me), and not exactly at the same time ( if they had the same distance), few seconds difference.
On the 21st at the near park a man came towards me and looked at me, not really unusual, only the slight feeling that maybe there was a reason for him beeing there. He had a moustache, a pale blue jeans jacket( not the blue the cap had ) and black stretch-jeans, seemed to be a leftie/antifa with traditional pants.
Later at the park i have seen a man on a bicycle, his jacket had similar colour to one i have( but was not wearing that time ), he was wearing black pants and a black ski-mask, he had a holland-velo( doesn't look like a antifa/autonom or so ).
When i had crossed the street behind the park i passed a group of younger teenager, one said "but this is sh!t ", the other answered " i've beaten him on his head, with a bludgeon " ("ich habe ihm auf den Kopf geschlagen, mit einem Knueppel ").
Later on my way when i had stopped in front of a fast-food-shop a fast walking skinhead in snow-camouflage-trousers, younger than twentie, passed me.
He turned his head in my direction, but not completely, so abrupt as if he had an electric shock.
If his head would't have been attached to his neck he would had catapulted it at me.
Maybe he did not expect me to stop there, at the next traffic light he could have been behind me.
When i had left home at night, just when i had turned around the corner i heared a loud shuffling step, but i could see no one.
On the 22nd, just when i stepped outside, a police-car turned into the street here.
The next time i was outside one street from here a man made some steps as if he could stumble, he stepped into a longer transparent binder/cable clip/lacing cord( Kabelbinder ), looked somewhat overdone to me, he wanted to make this noisy scuffling steps. He had unkempt especially voluminous hair( 70ties ) and was overweighted.
Some of the themes are inspired or passed from the news/media, the bumbling man and the one with the ski-mask&the corresponding teenagers( it seems to be about nazis who have been attacked by mask antifas in berlin, the accusation is tried killing, despite light injuries ) were such.
It all started back in the mid nineties, among the first people there were some clan-like, maybe with arab migration background, but i'm not sure for this( the leaders are white germans ), and also some martial artists. The first were all males.
In 98 the number of these people heighnered fastly, many germans from somewhere of the mid of society, no obvious political position, common looking males and females, any age, sect-like people, among their first their was a tall old man breathing at me in an obscene way when standing in line behind me, some of them were just standing there and staring at me, among them a complete family on a traffic island near my home.
In 99 it became routine, such people showed up nearly every day, when there are successive days where none show up it's usually at the end and beginning of a year.
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