a repeated suit

On the 23 march at about 4:30 am there was a chopper that sounded like lot, posing a while.
On my way to the shopping centre in the inner city i passed a car with a man and a woman inside. The man had his eyebrows frown to look as severe as possible, feel the incredible authority. Wich probably makes him look much older. He reminded me someone i knew, but i'm not sure. He had no hair and rectangular glasses.
Immediatly after i passed them a man came towards me, crossing the street. He was dressed in black and had leaned his head to his left shoulder, holding this position. He made a discrete sniffing noise.
When i had bought me something to eat and consumed it at the water a police car stopped in front of the near pedestrian bridge, two policemen cordoned the bridge with a chain.
When i passed them between them there was a man jogging on the spot, as it's done between jumping jacks.
He was the owner of a martial arts school where i had trained, but only few times at his training( different styles there ).
This time he ignored me( last time he'd turned his head 90 degrees away ). He had a dog with him, he holded a feet at the side of the dog, the way that it looks somewhat like a kick.
On my way back near the townhall i passed a teenage couple, the male one was a nazi-skin in campuflage-jacket, with a maybe self-ironically i-am-so-hard-accent he said to his companion :"you know this, where rhey stand there with the sticks this way" while raising one arm a little. He was talking about eskrima.
When i trained martial arts i was at two schools( at both people tended to have opinions from the pol. left ), the one with the teacher i've seen before( i learned the exercises the clerk i described was posing with there ), and at the other one there was eskrima. I had to leave both.
The next person, just out of hearing range, was a black woman with closed eyes( walking in the same direction as they ).
Later, when i was in a hardware store, a man who made a sniffing noise passed me. On my way back on two entrances to the park at each there were two men in black suits standing, not far away from the fries/coffe/beer-hut, or the last ski-mask.
The second ones were not older than twenty, one said " no, i don't think this could be, not even theoretically "(" das geht nicht "). This could have been a comment on the theme the one with the ski-mask could have been a comment to-if someone would read my comments in a certain forum.
The next time i was outside the first person i passed was wearing a black suit, despite the weather, a somewhat darker, maybe arab, man, maybe end 40ies or so, on a bicyle.

On the 24th a black man stepped out of an entrance, i think it was one of them because of the timing.
Kind of if-you-think-this-has-something-to-say-it's-just-you-test. He was wearing a jacket of an earthy dull orange colour.
Short time before i've passed two black men with same skin complexion and hair (length, curlyness).

On the 25th, at night, someone was posing with the engine of his car for a while.
When i just had left my home the first person, at the streetcrossing here, was a woman, in her 50ties, she was wearing an orange jacket of the same tone as the black man yesterday. She complained at a little child that was with her that it should learn. When i bicycled through the near park a man with black topclothing and black sunglasses, bald shaved head, maybe 30 years, made a shuffling step when passing, when he was directly at my side. It was obvious before that he would do something, he looked at me and was gloating. Then when i passed the fries/coffee/beer-hut in the corner of my eye there was something dull earthy orange coming towards me from the side, seemed it was a buddhist monk.
Later, on my way back, when i crossed a street, there was a black man at a bus stop. He was talking, as if he would have a conversation( no cellphone ), while looking at the advertising of the bus-stop in front of him, wich showed a woman.
At the bus-stop on the other side, just mirrowed, there were two black man talking, sounding much the way as the one on the other side( but to each other ), one looked much similar to him (and somewhat as the ones the day before).
When i stopped in the near park and sat on a bank a very dark black woman talking into a cellphone passed me.
When i was out at night( petrol station ), just when i came to the bigger street, there were two police cars, one was turning into it and bullhorned me to switch light on or get of the bicycle. With only a back reflector i choosed last. Because they'd turned around to look after me i had to get off again, and now the young cop wanted to seriously explain me how dangerous, wich did'nt really work, due to lack of traffic. At the end they asked my name, and i said my family name.
No payment, but i had to shove the cycle.