stolen skull

On the 2nd march, in front of the townhall, four very dark black people came towards me, three woman and a man.
They had constat distances tp each other, like a comb.
I was on my bicycle, i slowed down, the man( to my right) stepped to the side, but not enough, so i stopped, till one of the woman also did a step to the side.
The women had their eyes closed.

When i was on my way to the cheap supermarkt on the 3rd march, there was one of the "sniffers" passing when i was dodging astounding widely smeared dogshit with my bicycle.
I heared a "look-there is al capone walking" from inside a house, when i was walking a smaller street, on that day.

I sometimes like to draw, and because there were medieval people in town, on the 4th march i thought this would make a good opportunity.
When i started, an overweigted medieval saleswoman (who was next to a priest/monk i had a try on) , came towards me, but then did'nt look at the sketchbook, intead she stooped and looked below it. There was only my pants.
When she walked back to the priest, three medieval girls stood next to me, and one also leaned forward, but only with her head at the same height of the sketchbook.
There was a tent, decorated with a cattle-skull, when i started to draw it, a man in companion of two or three women passed me, he said that he would need ideas, in an ironic way, accusing me stealing the idea of the skull-decoration.
However, the young northern goblinoid rigid-leatherclerk liked it.
I had a quick sketch at a smith, someone next to me said that it was a good hit, i denied, because it was only about posture, and had no real face, so i didn't know if he was kidding, i said for that i would need people who don't move.
More than two hours later, when i was at home, there were two (german) man walking the street, one said loudly "but he is polish" ("er ist ja Pole")-the smith was from an eastern european country, so maybe this was to accuse me being anti-polish.

On the 5th march, when i was in the supermarket at the corner, there was a man with very long hair standing in the middle in front of the entrance, looking in the direction of the tills, when i was leaving.
He did not move, had his mouth wide open, and stared into emptyness, into nothing, through it all, with an dismayed expression.
And remained this way, with his absent stare, when i came closer, just stood there, someone had pulled out his connector, still when i passed him.