sexualizing cheese

In the afternoon of the 1rst of february a man came running towards me, somewhat slomo-like. Wide steppes, and he was holding his arms like a football-player or so, moving in a constructed trollish way. Seemed he was heading towards the record-shop( the second-hand-shop ) behind me, they are marking it as their territory. I had just bougth a record online. He was a taller sportive blonde man, wearing a black woolen pullover, with some red on it.
In the early evening, this time i was walking, in the sidestreet that leads from a petrolstation to the cheap supermarket( the righists with the flag showed up on the 17th jan. there ) a woman in front of me turned around twice and holded up her hand, beckoning on my by moving it like a windscreen wiper, both times the same, so she appeared to be programmed. There was no one else this could have been adressed at. Maybe in her 50ies, black coat, a shoulder bag. She turned in the next street, so i didn't, because i don't wanted to be near the stalker. I entered the supermarket, it seemed to be a spontaneous idea to me, but maybe it just resulted from not turning in the direction of the woman. In the supermarket there was a bald person who remindet me a martial art-teacher( in the school that was owned by the one from the 24/27th jan. ), in companion of someone who was obviously gay. This would be funny, i had to stop training because i was the gay there. At one of the tills there was their clerk, so i stood in line at the other one. At the woman in front of me the female clerk couldn't scan an article, when this happened it's usually to get someone in position. This time there was a black man passing when i had paid, maybe they wanted me to face a black man. The last person who had raised a greeting arm was the black one on the 30th of jan., so maybe the black one now and the woman should combine to a comment on this, smudging it.
When i arrived back a neighbour left, when i had left a neighbour outside was just taking out her key, the last time before when i arrived back and opened also a neighbour left.

In the morning of the second i woke up because someone rung the door. It was one of my neighbours and a friend, maybe a relative. They had lost their key.
About one hour later someone passing the house said " of course he's ensnaring them all...you know the eye eats more than the gastric can take...haha "( "...verführt natürlich alle...du weisst das auge isst mehr als der Magen abkann..haha" ). Seemed they are taking revenge for me opening the door, sexualizing it, because one of the two was black.
I joined a demonstration before noon, when some clowns made fun of a viewer on a balcony a man behind me sayed "lock up" when i looked at them. This sounded as if this was adressed at me, instead a comment on the clowns. It was a bigger man, maybe late 40ies, i think it had a sexual meaning for him. Later, when the object of the complainment was in sigth, a man behind me sayed "there is the enemy"( "da ist der Feind" ), in the moment when i just had looked in the direction of some demonstrators, among them a clown who was black. The way he said it had this typical aimed pronounciation, as the "lock up" before. Haven't turned around, but must have been some of the black dressed lefties, i think there were three males behind me. I've seen one person i knew once there, but he concentrated not looking at me when he passed. At the end there were speakers, a woman said "techno-freaks" would like this power-plant, because building it would be loud, and then added "these tf", as if they she was talking about certain persons who are really supporting this. So it sounded overdone, and it reminded me one of their leaders.
About one hour after i was back a couple( sounded like this )passed in front of the house, the woman loudly declared "at the moment i have no problems !"( "Also, im Moment habe ich keine Probleme" ).
I was at the near supermarket in the afternoon, when i left a black dressed young slender man passed down at the street, when he was in line of me he toched the frame of his glasses, moving them to say he knows that i would think to be in the know( look through it->den Durchblick haben ). He did not look at me, but with the timing, beeing in line ofme, it was clearly adressed at me, and obviously an ironic gesture. He had a plaited iroquese haircut, black and neon-like green, and the sleeves of his pants and sweater got wider to the ends, like trumpets, obviously a techno-freak, an especially stylish one. At the near streetcrossing a woman on a bicycle came towards me, looking at me, she had a shoulder-bag with the swiss flag on it. Think she was a techno-fan.

When i was outside in the afternoon of the 3rd, walking in the park, a young slender man came towards me, he came from a bank at the water and closed a short khaki stretch-scarf behind his head, covering his face below his eyes. He looked at me while mumming, then turned around and walked in front of me. He wasn't fast and walked like an older man. He imitated the rhythm of my steps and then slowed down at the near crossing, and because he was nasty and i didn't wanted to get close to him he slowed me down with this, like a breake. When i then shuffled with a step he aped this. He was wearing a dark coat, was dressed somewhat conservativly, would have fitted better to older person, could have been the mummed one from the 30th of jan., commenting himself. Later, it was already dark, a man wearing baggy pants came towards me, i first thougth he would be a teenager, there was such an expression in the energetic straigthforward-way he moved, but when i looked at his gaunt face he must have been in his 30ies. He made big steps, using much space, and there was tension on his body, especially his legs. He wanted me to react by stepping to the side. When he had passed he loudly coughed, it was a kiai. Maybe he hoped to be more unsettling, and that why couldn't trigger and discharged later.

In the early afternoon of the 4th a man came towards me, forming his mouth to a round hole while pressing his tongue at his upper jaw, looking like a inflatable doll. When he was next to me he made two short scuffling stomping steps on the balls of his feet, to make pressure. He was wearing a camoflage jacket, wide jeans, a trained person, maybe 40, won't wonder if he was in organized crime.
When i was at the cheap supermarket in the afternoon there was only one open till, with their clerk sitting there. People paying before me seemed to personally know him, especially two pimple-burdened glad teenagers. He behaved normally, i didn't say anything. It's too funny, he harrassed me again and again, now they scaled him down in a few steps, and know he expects that i have to accept that it has just been his rigth to do so, and it's nothing personally, because he lacks a motive and just did was his superiors told him. He pressed the change sligthly into my hand. Also someone behind me, a taller black dressed man, seemed to know him. Society supports him. The man outside who sells a magazine had also stalked me.
When i was in the bank in the afternoon there was a good-looking teenage-girl standing there in the middle between the automates, facing me, like presentation. Not sexual or so, just that i would have to recognize the person. There had been also two men, when i got out one of them stepped behind me, this was before i passed the girl who was standing at an automat now. The man had estimated this and i had to stop, ending up in the same step-position like him, facing the girl. It was as if he wanted to become me, transfer into me. He was dressed in black and had a short grey beard, what they talked before seemed to be a bet if he would get me there.
When i was at the near supermarket a younger man looked at me, i instinctivly dodged this, just because he was black. Then immediatly i recognized that he was my neighbour, but i had already looked away and he got it. He isn't one of their racial ones and has not much similarity with them, but the theme was present to me.

When i was walking on a street at the park in the afternoon of the 5th, the first one of them was an old man with a brown coat, he was a nosegesturer. On the next streetcrosing an agressive man, grey hair and a dull orange jacket, came towards me, he slightly but abruptly adjusted his direction so he was heading towards me, and i automatically adjusted mine not to collide with him. The next one, still at the park, had a similar expression, he was walking somewhat faster than me, When he had passed me he turned his head twice or thrice at 90° to the side, to show that he was there because he was aware of me. He was an athletic man, seemed really well-trained, his face had some similarity with Uri G., maybe thats why they picked him. He had a very straigth body and neck posture, And with his dark hair, jacket and gloves he did remind me the man with the earphones from 31rst of jan.. This one now was wearing a jack wolveskin-jacket, grey pants and white swiss-sneakers. In front of the streetcrossing a black woman with a baby carriage came towards me, next to her was a little child who yawned and made a few steppes towards me when i was close. The next person was a darker man, maybe 50, who was standing on the other side of the streetcrossing, when there was green ligth he moved that i could not now if he wanted to pass me to the rigth or the left, so i was irritated for a moment and stopped. So i had looked at a black child, and now they show that they are watching me. The man wanted to draw conclusions from the degree of my irritation about thougths i could have had when watching the child. He had routine stopping someone that way, i think he did something like this before independently.
On my way back from a petrolstation at nigth a police-bus stopped on a bigger street, there was no traffic at all, i had to stop. The driver was speaking very loud, with overdone pronunciation, he wanted me to tell him why they stopped me. I sayed because of the ligth, and he sayed that it was also because i was on the wrong side, and i had to corrrect this now and and also get off the bicycle( " das und verkehrte Seite, das korrigieren sie jetzt" ). So they obviously made fun of me, on the wide pavement no one would care about the side even during daytime, with no people both getting off and changing side would make no sense. It was political humour. I took another way, along the park, for the case that they would turn around. Near home two men passed me , one of them was dressed in black, the other one was wearing a blue goretexjacket, he said "ocasionally"( "gelegentlich" ), to be heared.

When i passed an opened entrance in the morning of the 6th, a hackled up woman, maybe 50, on the stairway inside loudly shouted "someone is reading out !"( "da liesst einer vor !" ).
In the evening i bougth me fast food at an asian restaurant, when i left a somewhat darker man, maybe arabian background, entered. He looked into my eyes, with a neutral expression, but walked straigthforward, he surprised me and i stepped to the side, so he won. His expression made a contrast to the way he moved, for him it was his natural rigth to harass me. He was athletic, trained, and wearing a black jacket.

When i woke up on the 7th, there was constantly a woman talking in the flat above me. It was so consistent that i first thougth it must be tv or so, the only word i understood was an autogenous "i'm tired"( "ich bin müde" ).
When i arrived at the park at noon a police-car passed me. At the end of the encircling street they turned around to pass me again. They were watching me, seemed they were the policemen from the 5th, this was the way i had choosen not to encounter them again.
In the afternoon i was in the supermarket where i bougth a bottle on the 16th of jan., on my way there were two dark dressed with sunglasses near the supermarket, to comment a cd i got that day, and two sniffing females on bicycles near home. A woman and a sunlassed one each on my way to the market and back, much symmetrical stalker-pattern. In the supermarket the person in line of me seemed to be a young teenager, but she had a shapey female body for that. I somehow had the feeling that she could be one of them, maybe because of the very sligth but fast electrifyed momentums she constantly had while moving, so i didn't want to get too close. She seemed to be young because of the texture of her long straigth hair and the typical way she moved. When i was putting my wares on the band-conveyor in a moment i was looking in her direction she turned around, holding her face directly in front of mine. This was very fast and she got the rigth moment, normally only trained people could do so, and few could estimate the distance for the faces. She was holding her face there for maybe a second, then took it away in much the same way. It was so close that i couldn't look at her, because it would have been intimate, so she was faceless. Maybe she was conditioned with hypnosis for that, some of them are, and all this locking on me often seemes to be already on the border to it.
When i was outside in the late afternoon in the park a couple with two little children on bicycles came towards me. The woman was dressed in black and had black hair, she was hand in hand with her friend, a skinhead with a black sweater and snow-camouflage-pants. The woman explained "you will stay on the rigth side"( "ihr blaibt rechts" ), wich didn't fit as an instruction for the children, they were used as a plea for a political comment that connects to the policemen from the 5th. The skinheads expression said that the acting was too awkward for his taste, maybe because he was presented for that. At the streetcrossing at the park where the darker man has been on the 5th, now there was a black man who breathes out deeply before passing me. Later in a sidestreet a black dressed man with glasses and short black hair came towards me, he looked at me with his mouth gaping open, wet eyes. Short distance later there was another man with the same expression, a blonde punk. The first had a fleshy face, the second was gaunt, both in their 40ies, walking in line. Behind them a little boy followed, seemed he was also part of that. In front of a hospital there was a taller black man with long rastas standing, at the other side of the street. He first stood with his back towards me, he was wearing a punk leather jacket with spikes and something written on it, maybe he wanted to show me. Seemed he belonged to the gapers. Then he turned around and looked at me, smiling. I had already seen him on the 4th, the time i was outside when the man in the bank stood behind me to make me face the teenage girl, later i passed two young teenage girls( with bicycle, as usual ), they recognized me lately, turned around and smiled. The next person, short distance further, was this black man, who also looked at me and smiled, as he did now. And now he was also presenting a sheet with photos or so printed on it, in a polythene foil, like magazine sellers do.
This day i've descibed all of them.

At 1:30am of the 8th some men, i think they were three, came down the street here, one was twice loudly shouting a name. I knew someone with that name, as far as i knew he lives inanother city since 2000 or so. The pronounciation would also fit, exept it was overdone, they were paroding. Down the street they shouted "eh" and "hö", just vowels. Twenty minutes later again, they came down from the same direction, don't know if they had walked a circle or if these were others, one of them was shouting the name twice in front of the house. I said "shut up"( "halt die Fresse" ), seemed they were irritated that i dared to response, they walked down the street, once more the name, but not loud, then they stopped and were exchanging some words. At 2:30 they came up the street, stopped at the streetcrossing and hissed, to make fun of my complainment. Then street down, one crossing further, there was a bang, seemed one of them fired a gas-pistol. Probably they were rightists.
In the forenoon a man with a cellphone was standing below the window, with his back towards me. He said "tell your mom what the price for parking 5 meters in front of a crossing is "( "sag mal deiner Mama was das kostet, 5m vor der Kreuzung parken" ). The only context i could think of is this could have been a cop who doesn't think that demonstrating against nazi should be criminalized( but it would be about a demonstration years ago, not the environmental one in this posting ). He was wearing a dark jacket with an intense blue between the shoulders, wich is like the blue of the police, but was also the favourite stalkers colour in '02. He had a retriever dog with him.
When i brougth down some waste there was a man standing in front of the entrance, he just wanted to enter. He said three words, didn't understand the first two, the third was "Deutschland", he spoke the vowels somewhat longer, it was the name of his company. He said he would be from cable tv and was here for meter-reading. After throwing away the waste i got back end opened the celler-door, walked down with him. We stood in front of the access, there were no meters that could have been read. He explained that if cable-tv would be watched illegally there would a cable coming out of the side of the access, but here everything would be under seal( verplombt ). Seemed he wanted to explain further details, i yawned while he was gesticulating an imaginary illegal cable. He was strange, he then wanted to know who would be the caretaker of the house, i had already locked the cellar-door, when i got outside he noticed the adress on the wall, despite obviously no one here had interest in cable-tv, and he should have known the caretaker before. He had shorter dark hair, maybe 50 years, he was carrying a black case and was dressed with an orange jacket, the colour of the stalkers in '01, it was as if the cellar magnetically had attracted him.
I walked to the baker, there were some people before me, when i bougth bread exept the saleswoman there was only a girl in the shop. She seemed to be extremely horny, she was giving it off. Not vulgar, but intense, it was too present. She leaned on the cabinet as if it would be a bar, looking like ready now. I felt like mammal. Then she ordered a cheese-croissant, speaking as if she would whisper dirty wishes. Sexualizing cheese-croissant towards an older female baker was too silly, no matter how horny chicks could be, i doubted she knew at all what she was doing. She had enhanced the intimate, it was like inverted. She was dressed in black, a detail on her boots fitted to my girdle, i bougth it last year, and cutted it to rigth length two days ago, wearing it since then. She could have been the same girl from the day before in the supermarket, she had the same hair colour. Then they would have cutted her hair, used another shampoo and exchanged typically young teenage motoric for a bitchy one. They both had the same theme, the intimate. The girl now looked like from a glossy magazin, age would be perfect 17. On my way back the cable-tv-man came towards me, he had walked up the street but then turned around.
His illegal-cable-comment would fit to the burned house in Ludwigshafen, but i think at this point it was at least not officially mentioned as a possible source for the fire.
The next time i was outside a little boy on a bicycle came towards me at a streetcrossing at the near place, short distance behind him a couple turned in, walking in the familiar determined way, they wanted to be recognized, i still was mentally spammed enough to look away. The man said "he didn't play with that"( "damit spielt er nicht rum" ), seemed this was to connect my penis to the boy. I was at the shopping centre, this time i was outside there have been several lefties who had a look at me, one was wearing a turned fligth jacket, showing the orange.
When i was at home and looked out of the window a nosegesturer passed, a younger man, maybe 20, probably turkish background, wearing an olive green jacket.
When i was outside in the afternoon a nosegesturer, at some animals some of what people sayed seemed to be vaguely genital comments, there were also children, when i was in the shopping centre before and bougth tabacco it was somewhat like this, something seemed to be a comment, then i don't know if other is still also, an attention-consuming sphere with foggy borders.
When i was at a petrolstation in the evening there where two people, one of them explained "one couldn't talk normally to her"( "mit der kann man ja nicht normal reden" ), wich was ironically.
Have described this day detailed.

In the morning of the 9th someone outside sayed "good luck, bye"( "viel glück, tschüss" ), somewhat sarcastic, to symbolize someone who would abandone me.
On my way to a baker a man in his 20ies, wearing a blue hooded sweater, came out of a house, from the corner of my eye i've seen that he made a wide gesture for drinking beer. In the last time i often drink a few in the evening, including yesterday. In the baker there have been many people, behind me there were three black dressed men, one was standing to my side, directly facing me, he was taking a firm stance and said "there are tigther(vaginas)"( "es gibt ja auch engere" ), so this was a comment on the girl in the baker the day before. So thats the usual inquisition, they make some pressure on me, this cannot lead to a conversation, and if it would happen despite of this they would have to attack me if i would tell them who does this.( Edit : maybe i've reflected too much in this, and they were just kind of pimps who blatantly accused me for not pickung on the girl, and i didn't get it because they always claim to be the highest morale ) So they can feel important with their marking now. On my way back a man who looked like a well-known local comic-artist passed me, and three people had a look on me, two estimating, one hostile, lefties.

I was in the near supermarket at noon, there were two rigthist stalkers, one was smaller but not weak, short hair and suntanned, he stood in front of me and looked into my eyes, somehow stupid, nearly astounded. The other one was bigger, dark hair, black jacket, black shoes with big buckles, he obviously followed me when i turned in a corridor. Perhaps they were the name-shouters, or even had to do with this girl now.
Short time before i got outside in the afternoon a man was walking down the street, he took a hunch-backed posture, and once a normal one to show that this was acting. He had dark hair and was wearing a black jacket, he had similarity with the one who had been made their mobber in favour when i tried to get into the next bigger town in about 2000.
When i got outside in the afternoon, on my way to the laundry, a dark black man came up the street here. He had repeatedly stalked me, seemed he lives or lived near me. When i was smoking a cigarette outside the laundry and looked to the left, there was the former burgomaster. In the moment i've seen him, without further looking in that direction, he decided to turn around and start running, he nearly run into a girl on a bicycle. He had an individual conspicious relaxed running style, and was in good condition, especially regarding his age. Street down he arived at a bus and was holding up his left had to signalize that the bus should wait for him, when he was behind it. He was wearing a dark jacket and khaki cord pants. Short time later a man crossed the street, coming from the rigth, running till he arrived on the place. He was bald, had a big full beard, maybe late 30ies, cannot really say because of the distance, no jacket, only sweater, he had the same running style. When i was inside the laundry again a man started running, short distance in front of the streetcrossing, but then stopped with already half a feet on the street, because of the traffic ligth, despite lack of traffic. He then turned and affiliated a circle, looking at me wich was nasty. He had grey hair, but was in good shape, and a detail of his hair had similarity with mine, maybe that's why they picked him. When i was outside again another man started running, this one street up, some distance away. I didn't want to see one more running man, so i turned around. He passed me running, close for no reason. He was overweigthed and was wearing disadvantageous tigth olive green sweater and pants, both made of thin cloth, no jacket. Just when i had left the laundry two heavier black woman with a baby carriage came towards me, short distance further there was a blonde woman, maybe in her 40ies, with a cellphone, she said "halo, here is eva". With the "halo" she was aping a female neighbour of me, who was much younger than she, the "eva" was part of the title of a record i got today. Seemed it was fun to her. Short distance further there was a black man standing in front of two taller white ones, seemed he was the stalker who appeared when i got outside( have seen him only from behind now ). I had the impression that he had to obstruct the two others.
When i was outside in the late afternoon in the pedestrian zone one of two men said " how should we act like"( "wie sollen wir uns verhalten" ), before passing me. He sounded somewhat broken, didn't look at them, but they could have been the two at the black one before.
Have described the very most that day.

When i got outside in the early afternoon of the 10th there was a black dressed man standing at the streetcrossing here. He was standing on the street, facing straigth to the end up the street, didn't move. He was shaved bald, his chin-beard was a dark thin line, he was wearing a black beret, black sunglasses, black leather jacket and boots or shoes with a similar finish, all in black. His fashion added to the guard-like expression of his stance. When i had passed i turned around, he did also, seemed he had expected this.
I was at the baker at the railwaystation, at the stairs someone said "muslim". At the water there was a dark dressed skinhead with his girlfriend sitting on a bank. After he had looked at me he laughed and said "something like this exists"( "sowas gibt es" ). At the street in front of the bridge a grey-haired man with two leashed dogs stood next to me, he had stalked me before, he often sells magazines in front of the supermarket with their trained clerk. He said "why are you dragging"( "warum zieht ihr so" ), so this was to explain that i naturally attract them. He had already harrasset me with passing farting when they wanted to get me out of the park, but this was his holy duty. If don't like him because of this maybe i'm just not enlighted enough to see that they are without fail. I passed one more skinhead on my way back, he was wearing a black flight jacket, would somehow fit to the previous one, already in his 40ies. And a sniffer passed me, a long-haired rocker on a bicycle who crossed the street towards me.
When i was outside in the late afternoon i was sitting in the park. A group of people passed me, two women in the front, one was gesticulating and explained" he had supported this, and he had also supported that"( "er hat das unterstützt, und das hat er auch unterstützt" ), sounding really serious, one also turned around, looking at me. They were 10 people, maybe a dozen. They were walking somewhat faster, they had a goal and resembled a miniature-demonstration. Among the last ones there was a teenager with curly hair, he said "this would look even more gay", then turned around towards me, saying "so what"( "das sieht dann ja noch schwuler aus, ach egal" ). So this was a comment on the demonstration from the 2nd. In the middle there was a black man( not the clown from the demonstration ). Not much later a woman who had been my neighbour for a short time ten years ago passed me when i left the park, she had an absent expression, like faded out, and sligthly looked to the side. She was wearing an olive green parka and pants. Later there was an overdone acting about helping a wheelchair-driver. They used a real handicaped one for that. They had also moved/directed some others this time.
I had been outside twice after this, there have also been a few people who made comments or so, but they were different, they behaved like normal people. Two complained as a double because i had no ligth, but this didn't seem to be serious, more like cabaret.

On the 11th there was nearly nothing, a sligth sniffer with a dog, and then a jogging nosegesturer, both in the park.

In the beginning of this month my neighbour above me did nothing or nearly nothing the first days, then got back to toilet-following, also once used this ball, he puts it on the ground. But it's not so intense now. On the 5th he was tossing something on the ground, maybe a focus, could have been boots, sounded as if something was attached to them, clumsy rumbling things.

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In the late afternoon of the 16th of january i was in a supermarket, there was a lefty standing at a shelf, black rastas and jacket, he stood in front of a shelf and seemed to concentrate on giving off hostility, kind of dark meditation or so. It was not aimed, but intense enough that it won't be without a reason. I knew him from sigth, think i have seen him( the last time )on a demonstration against nazi. I bougth a bottle of vine in the shop.

At 3am on the 17th a man and a woman came up the street here, they stopped in front of the house here, at the heigth of my window, exchanged a few words, then the woman said "fascist". Then she threw a bottle on the street, the glass crushed. Then she said "bottle". So that's spiritualized antifascism, i'm a fascist because i bougth a bottle, and they figth this by transferring the meaning into a bottle and shatter it.
When i was at the baker in the early morning a man who walked outside said goodbye, so this sounded as if he would be still speaking to the baker, but turned his head towards me, said it to me. A blonde man with a mustache, maybe 50, could have been a policeman.
When i was walking towards the inner city before noon a man came towards me and looked at me, i think it could have been a policeman again, but he was inconspicious. This was when i had crossed the market place, then when i turned in the next street a man holding kind of stick was coming towards me, i think one of these chewing-bones for dogs, made out of cattle skin, a longer one. I tried to estimate if he could be somewhat mad or even dangerous. He was wearing a basecap, and i couldn't see his eyes at all because of the peak. He had a firm consistent walking style, did remind me C. Bronson. He was smaller than me, but robust, had grapped the stick in the middle. He couldn't also see my face because of his peak, but when he'd already passed he said my name. I turned around, he said a name of someone i knew not less than 15 years ago. I had seen him last year, exchanged a few words, hello how you are, that was all. This man did not really look like him, but it was so long ago that i had seen him sometimes, i told him he would look different with the cap. He took it off while coming closer, had the same hair, some similarity of the face. He stood in front of me and asked me personal questions, how my parents are and if i would have a relationship with a woman or a man. He was talking in a consistent way, sounded somewhat like an unspooling tape, the voice was too bright, didn't fit to the person. I couldn't look directly at him, he was too close and the questions irritated me, specially with the way he talked. Just said good and no, he didn't wait till i asked something too, said goodbye and moved on, like on a mission. It felt odd, he looked too different, was more robust than the one he reminded, but too long ago, someone who always drunk alcohol, so i wasn't sure of the face. Then i thougth that it must have been someone else, who was too surprising, so i didn't get it. Or at least a modified version of the original, i've seen too many people who appeared as if they were someone else. But i tend to the first one. On my way back a man who looked like a comment on my dead brother walked on the other side of the street when i had crossed the market place. So the clothing were somewhat punkish. The man seemed to be athletic and in his 30ies( was some distance away ), the high boots didn't fit to his age. And he didn't look like a punk, the way he walked was like marching, disciplined, he looked like a fascist who had dressed up. As special detail he was wearing a military beret, of a very saturated police-green.
In the afternoon someone outside on the next bigger street loudly shouted something like "damned...i haven't done this", a rough bawling voice. It would have fit much better to the one with the chewing bone than the one he had, but was also different to the voice of the one he said he would be.
When i was on my way to a second-hand-shop in the afternoon a man brandishing a big german flag over his head was coming towards me when i had turned in a side-street wich led from a petrolstation to the cheap supermarket. He had shorter hair, was dressed in black, a rigthist obviously. He was shouting "Deutschland", like a soccer-fan, he was walking in the middle of the street. A companion of him escorted him on the pavement. I looked at the one with the flag when i passed him, didn't already get what this was about. Short distance further two more men escorted him, both dressed in black, but they stayed in th background, so there were four of them, what was this about ? There was a woman at the next streetcrossing, the only visible witness there. When i was in the second-hand-shop i sold something and had to fill out a sheet-with a chunky ballpointpen with the german colours on it, and also the g. eagle-as the flag of the rigthist showed also. I asked the clerk if there would be an international sporting-event or so, the pen would be hardly accidentially, but it seemed the clerk didn't know the context( with the rigthist ). Then i got it together : a dog was set on jewish pupils by antisemites in Berlin, i had heared this in the radio some hours before. And these rigthist with the flag were celebrating this. So showing the german flag isn't illegal in germany, but with the timing they made their statement.

When i was at the bank before noon of the 18th a taller man wearing an expensive-looking suit walked to the counter near me, ordered "the one who has nothing to say", laughed derisively, then turned around and walked back into the bank. Seemed to be the leading clerk.
In the afternoon i was sitting in the park, then a jogger on the path behind me showed odd behaviour, he closed one nostril with a finger, loudly pressing out air through the other without snorting, then blistering both cheeks abruptly, they became really round. Short time later another noise-jogger, not as extreme, but i moved on with my bicycle. In a near wider street a fast walking atlethic man came towards me, he passed me when i passed an old man who moved in the same direction as me. I've seen it only from the corner of my eye, the atlethic one, who was weigthtrained, made a wide energetic round move backwards with his shoulder, at the side where the granny was. It looked martial-artish, also reminds me football or so, a coordinated move. Nothing happened there, but then i stopped and looked back. Now also the granny stopped and looked back, it took him some more time to get it. The man had passed the old one very close, without a reason, there was more than enough space, he was heading for this and if he wouldn't have taken back his shoulder he would have bashed the granny, if he would have done this with this energy he would have caused serious damage to the much smaller slow granny. The harassment was too sick, but the atlethe had already covered some distance, and i didn't know what to do about it, so i moved on. At all i wouldn't have had a chance. At the next streetcrossing two darker men came towards me, i thougth if they could have been also send here, they have some martial artists who look like them. And a man on a bicycle passed me as close as possible. So as to expect the fast walker wasn't alone. If there would have been any conflict the outcome would have already been written in this artificial dimension. I think maybe this was again a rigthist action, and maybe the granny was a jew or so.
When i entered the near supermarket in the early evening a man came towards me who looked like one of the mobbers when i had tried to get into another town( next big one )in about 2000. Another man who was there also reminded me them, but i've only seen him for a moment.

When i bougth something in a near fair-trade-shop before noon on the 19th, the clerk there looked like a rigthist. Seemed to be there for the first time, a tall atlethic man, hair shaved exept geled one on the top, wearing a tighter military looking sweater. He really looked like a rigthist, i felt like having a bad thougth, could only be fashion, but he looked like one of them, not only his fashion. Seemed also to be somewhat irritated.
The next time i was outside, at noon, a black car was parking across that street, up to the left, blocking lanes. There were two or three cars who had stopped because of this, the first one seemed very close, so it looked like an accident. There was no other traffic, the car across was parking in a rigth angle to the lanes, didn't seem to be in a hurry to move on. It was just standing there. I passed the fair-trade-shop, a woman explained something to the new clerk, he looked like volume on max, but music paused. Not much later i passed where the across car had been to see if this was an accident. The cars were no more on the street, but near this was an ambulance. I watched this for a hile, to see if something was going on there. One was in the car, then another one came out of a tabacco store there and entered. At the near streetcrossing there was a black car parking, one front-tyre on the pavement, it was the car closest to the streetcrossing, there was a man inside, from the distance he seemed to be waiting, somehow it looked nail-biting, too movie-like. Seemed they had made a fake accident, it would fit to the clerk who seemed to be a rigthist, a "querfront"-symbol. On my way to the cheap supermarket a rigthist was walking in front of me on the pavement, a bigger man, white pants and a black jacket with a patch on the sleeve. The patch had a triangular shield-shape, there was an "x" a word below, think it was "Deutschland"( could only read the "land" ). He had certainly heard me, but concentrated not to react at all, he was walking agressively, nearly stomping, but also fidgety, so i couldn't pass him. I was in the cheap supermarket, this time their clerk did something completely different : he passed me once normally. Before this i heared him energetically working in the storage, consistend rhytmic noise. Maybe passing me normally was an exercise itself.
When i was outside in the afternoon, there was some acting, two sniffers and four times speakers. In front of the low bidge a man came towards me who basically looked like a homeless one, i had to slow down because he got in my way. He looked somewhat strange, but i only got it all after i had passed him. His torso was in a very straigth position, and his arms didn't move, the way he walked looked first as if he would be already older, but it was only hip and bowed legs, he had a deep stance. He had a big full beard, the seam was very straigth, so it looked somewhat odd. The eyes didn't look old, and otherwise the face showed no special signs of age, as one would expect. Exept beard and stance he looked like someone in his 30ies. He had several items at his girdle, i think one of them was a knife. His upper clothing was only a t-shirt, so then he was openly wearing this. On the bridge, among other pedestrians, two girls came towards me, a dark black and a white one, the black one said something when i passed, i think it was "oesterreich". I first thougth she would be younger, because she had the same heigth of the blonde one, who was not much older then ten, but the voice now didn't sound childish.

When i had left home in the afternoon of the 20th, a man with somewhat darker complexion, turkish or so, got out of a car that was parking here, he looked at me, had circles around the eyes, there was something serious. Another one was waiting in the car.
When i was outsie in the late afternoon, as usually with my bicycle, in the inner city a man came around the corner, hastly mumbling an excuse to two people he passed, then he was looking at me, coming towards me as if he wanted something. He didn't say anything, so i kept on moving, looking backwards at him. Then he turned around and walked away. He had no beard, but otherwise his face seemed similar to the one with the beard, yesterday at the bridge, especially the eyes. Think he had blue ones. He looked bigger than the one at the bridge, bigger than me, but now he moved his legs normally and was wearing an ample jacket and pants, both of bluish colours. While he was coming towards me he had his rigth hand beneath his jacket at his girdle, grapping something there.
When i had left home in the evening there was the dancing woman from the 20th of last month, street up, dancing again. She was wearing her black hooded sweater, but this time a jeans. She was facing the other side of the street, showed profile. She was holding her folded arms horizontally in front of her chest and was fastly raising her knees in her unexhausting way. A mathematically precise fitness version of cossack-dancing. After a while she turned around and run up the street, like mission accomplished. Looked somewhat military. I turned in at the streetcrossing there, at the next one there were two men standing, they had darker complexion, maybe late 40ies, one was using a cellphone, in his other hand he had an umbrella, he was rotating it at full circles. Looks also somewhat cryptic, but they behaved normally when i passed them.

In the afternoon of the 21rst some people had an eye on me when i was in the inner city, seemed to be a genital theme somehow.
When i was at a petrol-station in the evening it took the female clerk somewhat longer, she didn't get the article scanned, than even typed a wrong number. While i was waiting a man came in and passed close behind me, fastly walking, there were no other people there, he entered the room behind the till. He had darker hair, maybe 30, he was working there as a security, but now was wearing dark civil clothing. I think he was the one who did some acting before. Now i had the feeling that he was estimating my stance/balance when he was behind me. When i unlocked my bicycle outside he entered a taxi that was waiting in font of the entrance/me.

When i was outside in the late afternoon of the 22nd i was looking at the fair-trade-shop, if this clerk would be there again. While looking in that direction i was putting my hood an. A slender man in his 20ies, wearing a black jacket, came towards me, demonstrativly aping this hand-move, without a hood, like an aping-automaton. When i was standing at a bank in the park two joggers came towards me, both bigger than me, in their 20ies. One had black hair and was a weigth-trained martial artist. When he came closer he said "do you think so ?"( "meinst du" ) and prepared his rigth arm for a blow, only the short approach of a move, but obvious, he was estimating the distance. But it was only to humilate me, he was much stronger. They took the next way out of the park, i moved on and at the crossing they passed me again, they had turned and encircled me and now entered the park. The black-haired one had his body in a conspicious sloping position, maybe to show that stalking is part of training for him, and with this quoted the rigthist from the 31rst of december. Later i passed a woman, i was cycling on the pavement. I was going fast and didn't slow down, but this was not risky because she was constantly looking at me from the beginning, and leaning against a wall, enough space, she did not move at all. Or, more precisely, she was like frozen, so much that i really thougth if she would be a dummy. Not the sligthest head or face-movement, no sign of live at all. Immediatly before i passed her she shouted "the face"( "das Gesicht !" ) with a frozen hating voice. So normally one should slow down when passing people, even if not necessary it's more polite, but that's because there are persons, and she blanked this succesfully. The voice was like warden out of space. Maybe late 50ies, blonde, black coat.
I had moved too much this day, the next time i got outside i had a stabbing pain, it's not related to the moving, but the chance get's higher, have this many years. But i was only at the near supermarket, when i left a man urgently came straigth up to me in the entrance, openly looking in my face, he had a derailed expression. A trained person, maybe a martial artist, wearing a ligth pale jacket.
When i arrived at a petrol-station in the late evening it closed in that moment, a man left the station and then walked to the till outside. Two other people were waiting there also, standing with bigger distance to each other. I agreed with this pattern and waited at the entrance, so i wasn't standing in line of the till. Then a man, maybe late 40ies, wearing a woolen beanie, stood directly behind me, obviously to harass me. I stepped away from him, he followed and then walked behind me, to see if i would get where he is, he did this openly, he wanted to show authority. Another man, at least as old as he, arrived and he explained to him "they have good markings"( "die haben ja gute markierungen" ), with an accent that showed that i was like an item to him.

In the early evening of the 23rd two young men on bicycles came towards me, before they passed the second one complained "then even someone from Berlin will get here, now it's enough !"( "dann kommt noch jemand aus Berlin, jetzt ist genug !" ).
Also other people that day, someone looking at me, a few word, less intense than usually, but at least at noon very common.

When i was outside in the afternonn of the 24st, on the other side there was a man on a bicycle who looked at me, he was the owner of one of the two martial arts-school where i had trained( but not at him, there were different styles ). He had already stalked me, following me into the laundry, grimacing with his mouth. At the bus-station( at the railway-station )there was the one i described at 20th june and 23rd oct. of last year. He was wearing a grey hooded jacket, windbraker or so, hood on, and diagonally turned from the street to the pavement to pass me there, in an consistent amplitude-like cruve at consistent speed. Anything very exact. When he passed me on the pavement he looked into my eyes, he had a resolute mask-like face.
When i got outside in the late evening just around the corner a man on a bicycle passed and then zestfully turned at the side in font of me, stopping where other bicycles were standing. He wanted to be recognized. He had a jacket of the same colour as me, and a jeans had been delivered for me today, i wasn't already wearing it, seemed he was dressed with the same. Then i was at a petrolstation, same as two days ago, when i was standing in line there were two men who appeared to be strong, one stood very close behind me to harass me, and then seemed to estimate my stance, and made a comment on this to the other, so it was much like two days before, exept it was inside and he spoke russian or so. So this was to claim that i would have no rigth to just stand there, he appeared to be a mixture of prison-guard and martial-arts-instructor.

When i was standing at my opened window on the 25th, a man outside on the other side of the street turned towards me and crossed the street, he looked up at me. He had already grey hair, a shorter beard, but was atlethically, could have been a cop.
I was in a recordshop where repeatedly stalkers were near or came out, have been there once before but it was normally. Now there was another man at the till, he was hyper, like a soccer-fan expecting a goal. The salesman who had been there last time was also there, he came up to him, passing me, then bowed down and whispered a word into his ear. Don't remember if it was after or before this, the one sitting there told me they just bougth many cd/records, he said loudly "wir sind gerade völlig zugeballert worden", so this can be used colloquial for crowded, but it's also junky-slang for drugged.
When i was outside in the afternoon a man on a bicycle came towards me, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to me, he had extremely swollen tear sacs below his eyes, they stuck out of his face that was too young for this, it looked nonnatural. He looked to the side, he was "vollgeballert", as obvious as possible. But for that he seemed somehow sad.
When i was outside in the evening there have been twice men who said something meaningful to a woman when passing. The first were on bicycles, the man was touching the womans shoulder with his arm straigth stretched, holding it this way, says "meet once weekly", a presentation, and the second ones were standing at an entrance, the man was agressive and said something about money, the woman seemed somewhat wedged by him. So these were typical do-you-get-this-speakers, maybe they showed up with the women to improve or start a relation with the stalking. It's social culture.
The prepared squealing (cupboard-)door from my neigbour above me was in use that day, a windy day ( but he also squealed it manually, once it was obvious ). It was squealing-day.

When i woke up on the 26th this door was constantly squealing, it totally sucked. I got outside not much later, street down i leaned against a wall for a moment. I was at the baker, near or in the baker there have been 3 men, not at once, spread, older than me, i think maybe i knew them from sigth from when i had an alcohol-problem, '90 or so. But they did nothing special.
When i was on my way to the cheap supermarket at noon a woman passed in front of me when i arrived at the next bigger street, maybe i knew her from sigth, also about '90, she also just walked there. Doesn't look bad. Then on my way there have been people looking at me, almost constantly, one spitted out on the ground in front of him, then gave me a look. In the market their clerk passed me at the end of the middle corridor, when i walked back, at the same point as he did on the 14th. This time he had a somewhat astounded expression, a no pressure-variation, that was harrasment only by context. When i was standing in line he stood in the middle of the corridor, i haven't turned around completely, but it must have been him. He was posing, standing straigth, one hand at the hip, the other on a shelf, looking in my direction. So that's basically nothing special, but somehow he appears to be the center of the supermarket universe, attendant of the cosmic pool. Did remind me something i've just read about glass humpty dumpty's.
When i was outside in the afternoon there have been several of them, again much constantly, especially at the beginning, but often on a lower intensity. At the crossing of two bigger streets a man looking at me with his cyclopically charged rigth eye came up to me, presenting it. Think he had blue, a moustache, blonde, maybe late 40ies, red jacket. When i was at the bank and got outside a couple, in their 20ies, came towards me, both dressed the same, their colours matching mine. The man explained "that's not acceptable"( "das geht ja gar nicht" ), looking towards me. He had black dyed hair.
I was outside in the afternoon, now this constant bell jar-like presence wasn't there, it already felt as if it would be the city itself, so i thougth if it could just be a sideeffect, because they have channeled so many at me. But now it was switched off.
I bougth something at a petrolstation in the evening, the salesman reminded me one of their leaders, because of the humorous way he pronounced a word.
In the late evening some people walked down the street here, one said the name of someone i knew at the end of the 80ies, the only word i understood, accenting it as it was typically.

Just after i woke up on the 27th, still dark outside, several men down the street were singing, deep long vocals, sounded like soccer-fans at a burial, must have practised it. I think it was "we are in your head"( in english ).
I was on my way to the baker at the railwaystation, at about noon, walking this time. At the streetcrossing at the market place there was an asian woman on a bicycle, she blinked at me. Behind her there was a group of men, mostly dressed with olive green jackets, they had all assembled under the roofing of a kiosk, wich was closed. It wasn't raining or so, so it lookes odd and arranged, like a presentation, with the very directly woman who looked again at me when i came closer. On my way back a tall man, hood on, dark clothing, came towards me, he had a strong-willed expression, looked at me when i looked at him. The next one was an arabian looking man, well dressed, wearing a khaki coat, he moved at the same speed as the one before, was following at a distance. He looked to the side when i passed him.
When i bougth me fast-food near the park i was first waiting outside, then a black dressed older man, already fair gray hair, came towards me to look into my eyes, showing me how much they had soaked up emotional lead. A black dressed sportive younger man, military-looking clothing, passed me on a bicycle, he opened his mouth as if he would be greeting me, looked like a rightist. A man enterd the shop, looked somewhat like a lefty, and if he would have something to do, i also entered, didn't see him there. I waited longer than the man there had told me. The man i have described on the 24th( the first one, teacher )passed in front of the shop. He looked at me, he knew where i was sitting. He's already older, but not weak, and now he appeared smaller than normally. When he was out of sigth he turned around to pass again. And again, this time using a cellphone. When i got outside i've seen him walking up the street. A happy family who had uniformed themselves with orange jackets and otherwise dark clothing passed with bicycles.
Somewhere in the later evening two men walked down the street here, one said "they are lying".

When i left the baker in the morning of the 28th, a man hurryed to get in, passing me in the moment i was in front of the edge of the door. I stepped to the side, he was in the middle, he won. I turned around, have seen him only from behind, curly hair, seems he has been my martial-arts-teacher.
At noon i heard a sound outside, despite i had my window closed and was listening to music. But it was loud, sounded like a screaming child, but it was so equally that it was like a siren. I finally switched off the music and opened the window, leaning it, and looked outside. It was a little child, hand in hand with an old man, now they moved on, and the child stopped screaming. Maybe this was kind of answer to the ones who said "lying", at least subconsciously it won't be hard to get it.
When i was outside at noon there have been two sniffers and often people were watching me, knowing expression, some soaked with emaotional lead, accusing. Mostly older people, in the 50ies.
When i was at the streetcrossing where the one with the bicycle had passed me as close as possible on the 18th, a black car turned in fastly and slowed down very controlled, the driver showed his skill. The car, i think it was an older audi, had a rugged trashy look, the middle of the radiator grill was missing. Could have appeared in mad max. In contrast the driver was dressed genteelly, white shirt, black coat, and he had a big red scarf. Maybe this was inspired by the election now. The driver trenchantly waved me to pass, was there to give me this order.
I was in the fair trade shop, haven't seen this so rigthist-looking salesman again.
When i was at a petrol-station in the evening a black dressed man came directly towards me when i left, looking at me with his emotionally overloaded eyes. He had grey hair, short beard, sportive, could have been the same who looked at me on the 25th when i was looking out of the window. They made some glossy eyes these days.

When i was at the cheap supermarket at the early afternoon of the 29th, this time the door to the storage was closed, and their clerk didn't show up. When i was standing in line a gaunt but vital man with a big grey full beard and round glasses entered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had stalked me before, making a sailor-like greeting. When i had left there was a security man, black uniform, older but robust, he positioned in front of the entrance of the baker next, that was closed, as if he would be guarding a security area or so, symmetrical somewhat spread stance. When i stopped on my way back at a baker a man on a bicycle passed me close to the wall, where normally cyclists won't pass, and complained "handsigns"( "Handzeichen !" ), as if i should have signalized to stop, this was a plea to say this word. Maybe 30, dressed in olive green, ample military pants.

Before noon of the 30th a black dressed younger man with a tigth fitting hood came towards me at the streetcrossing here, he took out a cigarette and ligthed it, moving his hands like a conjurer, so this was inspired by the uri g.-show yesterday.
When i was outside at noon, a man wearing a signal-like blue jacket and white pants touched his chest with his hand before passing me, in an accurate way, the fingers horizontally. Otherwise he showed no reaction, it looked somewhat like : i have communicated via ~handsign~, we are doing a special operation. He was dressed in a clean way, seemed to be a rigthist. On the other side of the streetcrossing there was the bearded man who entered the supermarket yesterday, holding an umbrelle, exactly vertically, it was sligthly raining. When i was waiting at the streetcrossing in front of the baker at the market place, someone street up said clearly "ah, hallo Jim !". This activated a man who passed behind me, he raised his arm, greeting towards the speaker, it looked much like a nazi-greeting. I looked behind me, he had his arm in this position while passing and turning around, so he had also shown to the ones inside the baker. Holding his arm that way brougth out the similarity, and with the timing he made a half-circle behind me. His happy face relativated this, he was one of their black bald ones. Somewhat brawny, seemed his plaid jacket was new. With the relaxed clear voice of the activator it appears like a classical master-servant-relationship, haven't seen the speaker, wouldn't wonder if nobody has, they work well with perception.
When i was in my kitchen in the afternoon in the moment i looked out of the window a man outside turned around, looked towards me and raised one hand greeting. Just sidewards, normally. He couldn't have seen me, i was only looking through a slit. When i came a little closer he corrected his head-position showing that he was tryed to see me. So he knew where i was standing, must result from the neighbour above me. He was wearing a jacket of the blue of the chesttoucher at noon. He had grey curly hair.
When i grapped my bicycle about half an hour later someone rung at several flats. Before i arrived at my door the entrance of the house had been already opened. It was a newspaper-woman, she was black, downstairs she was holding up the door for me. When i got outside the first people i have seen were black girls walking up the street. In front of a streetcrossing a girl came towards me, she looked nice, but also unsettled. I think they have told her something. She had a darker complecion, hood on. At the streetcrossing behind her there was a man on a bicycle waiting, really broad shoulder, seemed to be an athlete. He was angry and electrified, showing this with little movements of his arms. Seemed that he was designed as her protector. Later a young man passed me on a bicycle, he had mummed his face with a dark blue kerchief, like autonomes do at demonstrations. Looked authentically. This was in a street near a wood. When i entered at the park here i passed a black-haired woman, probably an asian. I sat down on a bank, when i looked in her direction, there has also been a man with a dog near her, in that moment she immediatly turned around 180° and walked back, she has been here to do this exercise.
When i left the near supermarket in the early evening a weigth-trained man came straigth up towards me, looking at me. He had already grey hair, but lookes very trained, was wearing a red sweater and track pants of a compatible blue tone. Certainly a martial-arts-instructor. Behind him a black-haired girl stepped to the side, her upper body leaned forwards, so they combined remindet me the 45°-angle of a set square.

At about noon of the 31rst there were two men taking tone on the streetcrossing here. I understood "heil hitler", "these are all fine things"( "alles gute Dinge" ) and "it has become cold ingermany"( "es ist kalt geworden in Deutschland" ), wich was certainly not about the weather. Then one of them entered a car and closed the door, the way he did nicely fitted to the adjusted pressed way they complained. I think they were paroding antifascists, rather than sarcastic real ones who are somewhat nasty. But cannot really know.
When i was outside in the afternoon a man passed me twice, he was wearing a black jacket, had black hair, and black leather gloves, had broad shoulders, in his 30ies. The first time he touched his ear, the second time i've seen that he had internal earphones. He was looking extremely seriously, concentrating on something, so this should say that be got instructions through his phones, he had a military expression. There has also been a female sniffer this time.
The next time i was outside a woman was jogging over the streetcrossing here, she hurryed to set in front of me. She had black rastas, sweater and backpack. I was in the supermarket in the shopping centre in the inner city, there a girl passed me running, she seemed to be a clerk but was usually still at school. She moved flashy well, fast and fluent, and had a happy hyped expression. On the 31rst of december there has been a running righist in this shop.
I was at another shopping centre in the early evening. When i entered there was a sniffer, much like the woman in the afternoon, he looked at me, then turned around, maybe 50years. There were some people who payed attention at me, i think two were martial ones, maybe security, a rigthist, in the common way, and an overweigthed man with fixed glass-like eyes who would have run into me if i wouldn't have stopped. I could move better than usual, had an exercise or so the day before, while listening to music. But my hands got really cold at about 0°C. Outside there were two black dressed men who said something that was related to me, but they weren't hostile.
In the evening a car stopped shortly in front of the house, the driver laughed in a loud physical present way.
I was at the bank in the nigth, a woman entered and greeted me friendly. Think this was really nice, but she was there to do so, somewhat confusing.
A quarter before 1am of the 1rst of febr a banger exploded street down.

Have described most of them.

three trollish steps

On the 31rst of december i was in the inner city, in the shopping centre, this time walking. When i entered the supermarket there a man wearing a camouflage-jacket and a dark basecap came towards me, he made a sniffing noise and then swept below his nose while looking at me, then turned around and walked back. Then there was an overweigthed man wearing black clothes, he seemed to be also one of them, he had his mouth open exposing his lower teeth, maybe to make fun of my bad health, his version of it. And then a taller slender man who was running in the supermarket, his body was in conspicious sloping position when he turned around the shelf, while he was very uprigth, one could draw a straigth line from feet to top of head. He fastly took his heels at his butt with every step, he wanted to impress with his good constitution. A trained person. The three in the supermarket seemed to be rigthists. When i was in a shop in the pedestrian zone the salesman stood there and was concentrating not to move at all, staring into nowwhere. He was demonstrativly meditating, but then behaved normally, so maybe he thougth it would be fun to show this odd behaviour towards me. This time i was outside i was walking, despite my health was very bad, so i could walk only very slow all the time. The risk would be high that they would do something with my bicycle if i would leave it outside, i repeatedly had this experience.
At home i slept, just when i woke up in the afternoon someone outside said "do you still hear all the bells"( "hörst du noch alle Glocken" ).
Short time later i was outside with my bicycle( it's always much easier ), when i was cycling on the pavement there was a woman next to a parking bus, there was no space to pass. She had seen me and was waiting till i came closer and slowed down, then stepped to the side and said an excuse. She was carrying a wide wooden board.
At about 11pm the neighbour above me got my attention with his steps.

At 1am of the 1rst january the neighbour made 3 loud trollish steps directly above me, as if he would be stumbling, but coordinated. At nigth someone passing outside loudly breathes out towards me/the flat.
I was at the railwaystation in the afternoon, someone said "taht's he"( "das ist er" ), but not so loud. When i left a big heavy man, wearing a basecap and dressed in black, fligth-jacket, was walking in front of me. He had his tensioned arms somewhat spread, by leaning them on the firm muscles of his back. With that he resembled a toonish troll or ogre, complementing to the goblin-steps of my neighbour. Outside he waited next to the entrance, where i passed him. He had a spare dark beard.
When i was on my way to a petrolstation the two i described on the 29th came towards me( same station, close to where they stood last time ). Both had bottles, and there was the strong smell of alcohol. The one with the olive green cap said two words that started with an "s" when they came closer, the second one sounded like "slavic"( "slavisch" ), seemed to be an imprecation. Maybe they are both migrants from such a country. It fit's to a record i was thinking of to buy( and so had a look online ).

In the morning of the 2nd i did a few minutes of exercise. My health is so bad that i ignored their taboo. As a result i was breathing somewhat deeper. Before noon i was in the near supermarket, i was breathing out through the mouth, and a young salesman came towards me, energetically walking, he had caugth up my face and breath from the beginning. But i didn't want to change mine for that. He was followed by a woman who was connected to him. I couldn't normally look at her, because now it would have a meaning, it was loaded. With that she became kind of shadow in my perception. There were two older people, a man and a woman, they were waiting till i came near, then the man said to the woman "i will later connect to you"( ich komme dann später dazu" ), some acting, they were glad to do so. When i arrived at the tills one closed, so i stood in line at the remaiming. At the one before me the saleswoman didn't know the price of a product, so it took them longer. While i was waiting the next till opened, and when i had paid and moved on a man there said a "good by"( "tschü-hüs" ) towards me, when i was turning around and he was just out of view.
At home it sounded as if my neighbour above me explained to someone else where my position was.
In the early afternoon i was again at the second-hand-shop from the 27th, the salesman behaved normally. On my way a taller black dressed man with long dark hair stepped into my way, he had been waiting for that, and looked at a cafe, keeping his mouth in an overdone shape, as if he would be greeting someone inside. On my way back there was a couple, the man made a spiteful multiple sniffing-noise.

When i had left home on the 3rd a young man who looked like a rightist passed me in the street here. He had black geled hair, a mustache, camouflage-pants, black jacket. With his fashion he looked somewhat like a rigthist who had been accused in a case i wrote a comment in a forum about the day before. On my way back an athletic man who also looked somewhat like this stood near me at a streetcrossing.
A spiteful laughing man walked in front of the house here when i was at home.
I was in a near record-shop where repeatedly stalkers had appeared, coming out there. The salesman behaved normally, exept he once was holding his hand on his chest, while breathing out, as if something disturbing happened, like physical pressure.
When i was watching lotr on tv my neighbour(s) above my were upset, especially at gollum/smeagal-dialogue. This time there were the man and the woman i sometimes had heared before. The woman was so upset that she was phoning someone to explain that she was bored.

When i was outside in the early morning of the 4th one of the few people i had passed was a man on a bicycle, wearing a signal-yellow helmet and a black ski-mask.
When i was in the near supermarket in the late afternoon, the young salesman from the 2nd was standing near where he had passed me, now talking with a woman, they seemed to be familiar and/or flirting, also looked like a presentation. Then the woman came up to me, and when she was near me she made a surprised expression towards me, friendly, and as if she did not see me before wich was obviously acting. Maybe something sexual. She was good looking, had black hair and was dressed in black exept a white jacket. This was to connect to the one from the 2nd. Don't know if she expected a reaction from me, clearly showing that she was a stalker.

About noon of the 5th i was in a shop in the inner city, there was a man with two little children, they were looking for shoes. The man commented a shoe, speaking to the shildren "these are mongo, aren't they"( die sind mongo, nicht ?" ). He articulated that it could be heared through the shop, he wanted to show that he was teaching the negative meaning of this handicaped-attribute to his children, not older than 5.
Just when i had left home in the evening, there was a man crossing the street, here, when he was in line of me he turned at me, made a step towards me, staring at me. He uses all the space on the pavement at the streetcrossing with his steps, so i had to stop, then he moved on in his original direction. The steps were calculated with ostentation, it was not possible to pass him, he was marking the ground. The authority he spread was very intense, kind of hate itself. An older but vital man. Then i was at a petrol-station, there was a man who was waiting in his car till i looked at him, then used this as a trigger to move on. It was not possible not to look at him, i was standing at my bicycle, stowing what i bougth, slowly because of him, and when i turned around he gave me a stringent subjugating look, to connect to the one with the steps. Before that he was standing next to me when i had paid. He had somewhat darker complexion and a gaunt face.

When i was on my way to the baker in the railwaystation in the morning of the 6th, a black dressed man on a bicycle passed me, seemed to be a martial-arts-teacher from the next big city. I had trainings there when i was mobbed out here. But then they took someone there and it became too dangerous. The day before one of them already follwed me into a shop, but did nothing, was one of the normal ones.
When i was at the bank in the evening there was a younger man who was completely dressed as a classic goth, exept his blonde sober hair, striding in front of it. Jingling with each of his classic wide steps, all in black, coat, very peaked shoes. He moved like a motorically optimized version, specially uprigth posture. It fits to a cd i had bougth online 2 hours before. They must have a stash for all this clothing somewhere.

When i was outside in the afternoon of the 7th, a man with a black car came from a sidestreet, he braked lately and abrupt, stopping on the cycle lane. So i had to brake also, it wasn't a critical situation, but no accident, he was looking at me, into my eyes. A blonde man. When i was in a shop a squatty man came towards me, touching himself with the fingertips at or below the heart, a stabbing. Made fun of my health. On my way back there was a nosegesturer.

On the 8th there was only a nosegesturer.

When i left a shop near noon of the 9th, a woman who made a double-sniffing noise came towards me, then entered. She looked asian, was wearing a black jacket with thin white plaid lines. I've also seen the nosegesturer from day before. He was wearing again a saturated blue beany, dark clothing, shaved hair, maybe late 40ies.
In the late afternoon i was in the cheap supermarket. When i arrived i've seen a leftie, who had repeatedly stalked me, also at the record-shop, inside. He had also seen me, but did nothing. Inside there was a woman with reddish hair standing at a shelf, when i had passed a taller man came up to her, he said something, she was standing there because he has been demanding this, seemed that now he felt superior with this. When i was standing at a shelf someone some distance away commented "i once had four a day"( "ich habe mal vier an einem Tag gehabt" ). When i was bagging the food he commented "this can happen fastly/soon"( "so schnell kann das gehen" ). A somewhat incisive voice, as they like it. Perhaps it was the one at the woman.

When i was outside near noon on the 10th, this time walking, two young men on bicycles came towards me, they were cycling on the street, i was on the pavement. Both did the same quick headmovements, looking here and there, as if something would be going on. They did remind me the two at the "606"-petrolsatation, maybe they were the same. One was wearing a black jacket with thin white plaid lines, as the woman the day before. On my way there have also been some people who seemed to be from the near kung-fu-school, but they did nothing special, despite they are well connected there.

In the evening of the 10th i drunk some wine, i ignored taboo and did an exercise, more or less. When i woke up past 3am on the 11th, two men walked up the street here, in front of the house one explained articulated "we have trained this many years"( "wir haben das viele Jahre lang trainiert" ). Usually professional martial-artists. This was all that day.

On my way back from the near supermarket, before noon on the 12th, a sniffer came towards me. She started to move in a somewhat hopping way when she came closer, i didn't want to look at her, because hyped people are usually theirs. Then she made the sniffing noise. Curly, already greyish hair, olive-green jacket. Stalking keeps you young.
When i left home in the early afternoon, a man came out of the opposite entrance and loudly breathes out in a pushed way that would fit to an exercise, a blow or so. In his 50ies, but seemed to be stronger than average. He was wearing an olive-green parka, at all there are more people wearing olive green jackets/parkas, this day and the day before, than otherwise. In the next parallel-street there were two black dressed lefties who wanted to cross, behind them there were an older man and woman with little dogs. Just when i had passed the lefties the man appraised "he's already playing better"( "er spielt schon besser" ), doesn't sound as if this would be about the dog. I was at a petrol-station, a not-so-tall, but trained and very strong bald-shaved man had a look at me, he was estimating me when he passes. Perhaps a wrestler from a east-european country. A tall heavier man was his companion, outside another bald-shaved man wearing a plaid shirt/jacket was waiting for them at a dark car. When i unlocked my bicycle there was another man who had a look at me, coming out of the station. He attracted attention in a discreet way with his newspaper, but it was obvious that he had a look at me. At the one before there was pressure, i had to notice this. The one with the newspaper had a shorter beard, i think i've seen him at least once before, could be a teacher from the kung-fu-school. On my way back there was a man on a bicycle who was demonstrativly looking at me, while protruding his chin.
In the afternoon i was at the laundry. There was a tall man who was especially friendly, he also sat next to me. When he left he moved in an odd way, maybe to ape my health-problems. There was a man with darker complexion, wearing a camouflage-jacket, he was followed by a woman with somewhat pale skin. He said something when he passed, seemed to be an allegation towards me regarding the woman. But exept this he behaved normally. There was also a well-trained athletic man, shaved bare exept the top-hair, dark jacket, he was directly looking at me, maybe a rigthist. On my way back i stopped to let a couple pass where i wanted to turn in, the woman looked into my eyes when she was in front of me, she was protruding her lips somewhat, seemed to be a jew-theme, she was there for that.

When i was on my way to the baker in the railwaystation in the early morning of the 13th, there were two young men wearing fligthjackets, they were loud and sounded drunk. One of them turned towards me and followed me a short distance, they were energetically moving, it looked somewhat like a choreography. The only words i understood were "Deutschland" and "Scheisse", anything else was too muddy. When i left the station there was a black man standing in front of the door, probably a taxi-driver. He kicked a crown-cap, that it was escorting me astounishing linear.
When i was outside at noon and watching some animals at an enclosure, a couple was passing, the man explained "one could also meditate"( "man kann ja auch meditieren" ). Maybe this was inspired by some music i had been listening before i left, there was noise at the end of the cd. He was shaved bald, was wearing track pants, in his 40ies, well trained, usually one of the kung-fu-people. Before i passed them the woman stepped to the side, despite i wasn't already close, to show that she was aware of me. A bigger distance behind them another couple was following them who moved in the same way, distance to each other, speed, such, a formation. When i arrived back there was a noise from one of the flats here in the street when i passed, a mechanism had been triggered, something like "piu", clearly hearable. Probably something with pressed air, maybe someone had aimed at me( think it was this time ).

When i was on my way back from the baker in the early morning of the 14th, a younger man passed me, i think it was one of the two from the railwaystation the day before.
When i was in the cheap supermarket before noon, the salesman they are training was near me when i entered, but i didn't see him consciously. A person who was loudly insering empty bottles had my attention, when i looked back at the corridor he had already moved on a good distance. He had used me again as focus for his exercise. When i had turned in the next corridor he escorted me on the other side of the shelf, at my speed/rhythm, but energetically loaded up. And when i was walking back he passes me at the end of it. Then in the next corridor some time later he was following me, energetically moving. First he was heading at me, then he abruptly corrected this that he could pass me, without changing speed or direction, moving in a way normally only people who are regulary training can do. When i was standing in line and there was only one person in front of me he opened the till next to me. For him it's a law to get focused on me, the support for him is bound to that and he gets it for this. I don't think he could decide anything himself, he's usually mentally addicted to them at a high degree.
When i was outside in the afternoon there were many people mostly dressed in black, lefties or so, who had a look at me, but basically not hostile. At the end there was a woman on a bicycle, i think i knew her from a training i sometimes had joined, she was blinking at me, was one of the normal ones.
I was at the near supermarket in the late afternoon, when i left a man wearing a dark jacket came directly towards me, openly looking at me with a very astounded expression.

In the afternoon of the 15th i heared the "it's my life"-singers again. I looked out of the window, they are this man with the olive-green cap and his dark-haired companion with the mustache, wearing a coat, who appeared the last time on the 1rst january.
When i was outside in the afternoon there was a dark black man on a bicycle who turned towards me on the market/parking place too look into my eyes. He wasn't agressive or so. Then in the inner city there was another dark black man, a bigger heavier man with fleshy cheeks. He turned his head around at me when i was passing, looked into my eyes, to show that he didn't like me, then made a grunting snort. This was in the pedestrian zone, fortunatly the next person there who wanted my attention was a girl.

Today, in the early morning of the 16th, there was a man who "que-jumped"( the only other customer just had left ) me at the baker to make fun of me. But wasn't an agressive one. He had similarity with a martial-arts-teacher( see the 6th ), but was smaller. He did a sligth move with his upper body, seemed he was training something like this.

Have described most, i think for about three weeks they were less than normally, but the last days were as usual.

a wheelchair-theme, and such

When i was in the bank in the afternoon of the 19th of december, two grannies and a black dressed man in his 20ies came in. He walked very close behind a granny, as if he wanted to pass her, but only to let her enter before him, showing demonstrativly estimated friendliness. All his moves were fast, abrupt and coordinated, but what doesn't move was stiff. He was in an electrified state. He got the neurotic angle. He had black shorter hair, an athletic trained person, he was wearing a black tight fitting sweater with a rectangular patch on the left breast-side, seemed to be a military one, black pants, sneakers. On my way to the cheap supermarket mud had been dumped on the pavement at a petshop, it had the color of the mud i had the accident on the 14th. Near that a small girl was standing in the middle of the pavement and looking at me, coming closer with the bicycle, so i slowed down. When i was really slow she suddenly decided to run between parking cars, saying something about dodging or escaping. I had to laugh, because it looked so funny. There was a man near that, who was watching this, so he was usally connected to the girl, but he didn't interact with her. Later it came into my mind that the reaction of the girl could have been taugth to her, and was no game. It looked funny because she was so serious. For a traffic situation it maked no sense, but between the cars she was out of range of an adut person. In the cheap supermarket the clerk they had trained, the one with the mustache, passed close behind me when i stopped the first time, touching my bag, and lifting it with that. Seemed this was to check the weigth. So i turned around, he was looking into my eyes from close. So this was to show authority to control.
On my way to a petrol-station (the one where the car with the "7000"-licence has been) in the evening two young men on bicycles stood at a streetcrossing, they dated for "battling"( "battlen") on saturday, sounded hip-hopish. In the petrol-station two men stood in line behind me, one had already grey hair, but was of robust build. He lifted up his shoulders a few times, to let them fall down by their weigth, a strong man. He made a comment about me "i thougth he would be bigger"( "ich habe ihn mir grösser vorgestellt" ). Maybe this was to say that it could be sports if they would attack me.
When i was outside in the late evening, a man who came towards me gripped at the side of his hip, shifting back his jacket, a pistol-gesture. An athletic sportive man with an orderly haircut, maybe a rightist.

When i had left home before noon on the 20th, a black exclusiv looking audi had stopped at the corner of the streetcrossing here, it moved a little for- and backwards, but it seemed they didn't want to park, they wanted attention.
When i was in the shopping centre in the afternoon, a taller man, dark clothing like a security-man, was aping me chewing chewing-gum, and raised his hand towards his head, to point this out, as if this would be a signal and we would make a team or so, but nothing personally, operation-style. On the lower floor there was the next of them, a man who came towards me, his arm streaked mine, he excused, but it was obviously aimed. He was shaved bald, wearing a black jacket, his mouth exposed a consistend line of upper teeth. Looks like a professional martial artist i've seen in a silly fun-talkshow/interview-video. When i left a supermarket there, a woman gave me an assertive somewhat shirty look, by turning her head sidewards, passing in front of me. She had a darker complexion and was wearing both a skirt and orange pants, maybe from india.
I think in the afternoon some people had a look at me, some women, when i arrived back at the streetcrossing here a black mercedes stopped, to let me pass. The car had similarity to the audi.
When i opened the windows for airing in the evening, i've seen a person outside, at some parking bicycle, the person was facing towards me, and was doing kind of fitness-exercise. Constantly raising the arms, flowing non-exhausting movements, also sometimes raising knees. Dance-like chi version of jumping jack. Short time later i passed her, on my way to the bank. She was still doing her exercise, she was a boyish young woman, weaering a black hooded sweater and old-schoolish pants, i think addidas. When i arrived back she was still doing so. I turned around at her after i had passed her, now she took a posture, the arms spread sidewards, moving them constantly with the shoulders, also moving the body somewhat, all the time alway moving, monkeyish goalkeeper-figure. Very sportive person. I had to laugh, it was too overdone. In that moment a man came resolutely towards me, he unlocked/locked the car next to me with a remote control, making a loud beep. The newish looking black car was parking where the audi has been before. Back home i looked at the exercising person again, she was still doing so, then she turned around, cowarded down, so i could hardly see her, when she stood up she dragged down her sweater, so this was pissing-acting. Then she energetically jogged away, ninja.

On the 21rst there have been three sniffers, a gesturer who vertically shiftet up imaginary glasses with his forefinger while looking at me, as if this would be a signal for me, a conservatively looking man. And some others.

When i was standing in line in the near supermarket on the 22nd, an athletic young man, bigger than me, made a straigth step towards me, to make pressure, as if he wanted to run into me. When i got outside a man was coming towards me, he looked at me as if i would have to explain something personally to him.

When i got outside in the later afternoon of the 23rd, a man came diagonally towards me on the streetcrossing here, looking at me. He compensated his personally friendly expression by having his rigth hand at his butt, in scratching position. Late 30ies, wearing a black jacket, and a simple white cotton shoulder bag. Not much later i've seen him again, before i passed him a black man came diagonally across the empty street towards me, then the one with the bag was holding his left hand at his head, the palm towards the frontside, kind of ear-gesture.
When i was outside in the evening, two streets from here a woman shoving a man in a wheelchair just came around the corner when i arrived there. So i slowed down, i have been already slow because it was sligthly frozen. The man in the wheelchair was tall, he seemed to be completely lamed, maybe 30years, his mouth was wide open, saliva was pouring out of his mouth. Didn't want to look closely at him, this would easily become staring, but on that fast look he seemed healthy for his situation, so it would probaly have been an accident not long ago. Towards the end of that street two people on bicycles, a man and a woman came towards me, the woman said "since then i only drive really slowly"( "seit dem fahre ich nur noch ganz langsam" ). Maybe the one in the wheelchair wasn't really lamed.

When i was on my way to the cheap supermarket at noon of the 24th, the co-driver of a car gave me a hostile look, when i was waiting at the traffic-ligth at the market/parking-place. He was shaved bald, of robust build, the licence plate said that they were from the near smaller town. A rigth-extremist. Behind the near petrol-station the car turned around and came towards me, but they didn't follow further when i turned in a street there. In the supermarket their clerk did nothing this time. When i was outside again, a man with a big grey full beard arrived, then from the other side a little girl came towards me, she was dressed all in pink, and with her straight arms spread both somewhat sidewards, and pink mittens on strings hanging from them, she looked somewhat like an angel-figure. On my way back there was a group of people wearing black beanies, i think they had all shaved hair, waiting at the streetcrossing where the rigthist had shown up. One said "to me it's disturbing"( "also, mich störts" ). They didn't specially appear to be rigthists.
I had visited my parents, on my way back two people came towards me on top of the empty street there. They didn't move as if they would be connected to each other, but both in the same way, heading towards imaginary marks, and there was little distance between them. They had both the same expression, or the lack of such in their faces. They were concentrating on this and at the first i had the feeling that with the way he came up to me he wanted me to turn in the sideway there. Second one had a short grey full beard and seemed to be trained.

On the 25th and 26th there was nothing real.

When i brougth down waste on the 27th, a woman came up to me and extensively complained about that i used the new container. The other houses had bins, but here there was a container, seemed that it was for two houses. But she didn't want me to come across the street, repeated repeatedly the same, imaginated that i would place other waste in their bins there. It took a while.
When i was on my way to a second-hand-shop in the afternoon, a tiny man on a motorized wheelchair passed me and turned in the same way as the rigthist did on the 24th. In the shop the salesman, a lefty, explained to someone that a man in a wheelchair had been beaten up, that bad the world had become. Not this one, there would be also another one with a wheelchair. On my way back there was again a man in a motorized wheelchair. This time i was outside noticeable many lefties have been around. At home i've read online, the latest news i could find about such an attack have been from last year.

When i was outside in the late afternoon of the 28th, it was already dark, a man crossed my way at the next streetcrossing. First it looked as if he would be black, something irritated me, but i didn't want to stare at him. When he was in line of me i've seen that he was a white one, wearing a mask. The shape of his nose was definitly european, and the black not skin, it was tights. Below his eyes there were slits, showing his white skin. So maybe this was the idea of fake-eyes, or a joke about it. I turned in the street, following him, but not too close. He made sniffing noise, twice, louder identcally ones. Before the next street-crossing he took off his mummery, seemed he had routine with that, no conspicious move to do so. He also took off black gloves he was wearing. He touched his beany, seemed he wanted to point out that he had rolled up his mummery. He had an agressive expression, man on a mission, i followed him down the street, then took another way. When he took off his mummery some other people had seen him, if they weren't all of them, too. So this was to show that they have people who do so on command, not because this man now had a reason. As at many before it's no problem if he attracts attention, because he's protected by mass, by number. He shows up once, has no personal motif.
Other comments/figures that day were clothing-themed, and in the near supermarket what seemed to be a phallic comment.

When i was outside in the later afternoon of the 29th, i've seen a boy on a bicycle lately, i had red ligth and was already on the street with the frontwheel. He was offending me, he had the rigth of way. On the other hand, he had no frontligth( i don't have also ), and his bossy spurning behaviour was extreme and routinated. He didn't try to get attention before, so it seemed that liked to do so. Not older than 15. I think it was this time i was outside when also a man who had similarity to the bald shaved one in the shopping centre on the 20th passed me, but he had short hair.
The next time i got outside, late afternoon, this time walking, a young man, slender, wearing a ligth-colored jacket, came towards me at the streetcrossing here, he intensively breathes out at me and rotated his hands around each other at belly-heigth, not a big move, a fast smooth one. When i arrived at the near park two men with a dog were passing in front of the entrance, one said towards the other "you are really out of the rhythm, now you are really a...". He didn't speak the last word, they connected to the bossing teenager, so his insult could take place there. From their proportions both were trained strong persons. If i would had reacted on the teenager, maybe they would have got more out of it. At the end i walked to a petrol-station, there were two men standing on the meadow in front of it, facing each other, there were pocket flasks lying on the ground between them. The one of them was the man with the olive military cap i had described on the 31rst of october, the other one a dark-haired man with a mustache, wearing a black coat, he made his companion before, near the supermarket here. When i got out of the station, the one with the mustache was standing in front of the entrance, holding one hand at his hip, he had shifted back his coat and was posing as a cowboy who wants to duel. While the pistol-gestures are normally part of the intimidation, this one seemed to be ironically. Maybe to say that i would be really like this. Couldn't see the one with the cap, perhaps he had entered behind me.

When i got outside in the early morning of the 30th, there were two people standing at the bicycles, where the person on the 20th had been acting. A woman wearing a black jacket, hood on, and a man with a darker complexion, he said a sarcastic "yes, write this"( "schreib dasmal" ).
When i was outside in the late afternoon, there was a gesturer, dressed in black, he raised he arm sidewards, bend at the elbow, before passing me.

Maybe i've described about 2/3 or so, the frequency was somewhat less than average.
In the evening of the 28th a woman, i've heared her before, was loudly walking above me with heeled shoes on the carpetless floor for a while, seemed to be upset, finally made a phonecall, maybe for an advice. Normally a man is in the flat above me. However, since then the person there is less attached at me than usual.

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.