napless agent

On the 4th april, at the near park, when i passed the synagogue-memorial, there was standing a man in front of an old woman( she was standing with her back towards me ), the man said " hasn't existed " ( "hat nicht existiert "). He was wearing a glossy black leatherjacket, he had geled darker hair, his body was leaned towards the memorial ( but not touching it ), as if the gravity would not work normal on him.
Maybe i should have gone there. Maybe it's just too common to me, that some figures are always there and i have no chance. So he did not say what " has'nt existed "( that was all i heared, but this clearly ), but the context was obvious.
Few minutes later on my way back there was a man in a snow-camouflage-jacket ( finer pattern, as the one at the petrol station and the one at the bicycle-shop) coming from the direction of the memorial, pale blue jeans, peaked cap, light brown leather boots. His mouth was surrounded by a colourless beard, he looked not old enough for grey, but the beard was not yellow enough for blonde. A firm person, usually not weak.
I think i've seen him before, on tv, won't wonder if he has some prominence.
When i arrived back home, about 15 minutes later, few meters from the entrance there was a antifa-guy, dressed in the so popular black clothing (shorts, t-shirt, peaked cap), younger than 20, he had an adult-sized but still fluffy neufundlaenderdog with him.
The dog barked at me, just because it was one of the dogs who sometimes like to bark.
The antifa said something to his sidekick. But i had to stop, because it was at the point where i wanted to get on the narrow pavement.
Later that day, when i bought me a snack, someone behind me said something like " it's possible " (" geht doch "), as if he would be a watchman or so. Seemed this was because the one who sold me the snack was a dark black man, and so they could not resist to comment it-what would happened if they were not watching me ?
(and few others that day)

On the 5th at about 2 am there was a man with a companion walking up the street here loudly saying stuff like "but if it's just the nice foreigner", obvious parodying the snack situation.
Must be hard for them.
Then i was out with my bicycle( i mostly use it to move, this time just to move ), and i've seen an impressive assortment of professional bicyclist-clothing on this sunny late afternoon.
The first were five mountainbiker on fullsuspension-bikes, wearing these narrow clothing with logos of whatever all over the it. Their bikes were specially dirty, don't know where they got it all these sunny days. They'd passed me one by one on the street, one commented my bycicle "but this is shit". Then they set in front of me as a bunch, driving at about my speed.
The logo an their arses was the e-mail adress of the local official( e.V.) bicyclist-community, with it's more than 100 years tradition( this is was the website says).
When i started to ride back a man with shaved hair and neon-green rainjacket on a bicycle passed me, he pressed one finger at a nostril and snotted through the other while looking at me, then he turned around to pass me again. Maybe there was also another reason for him to show up : he was also riding a no-suspension corrected rigid mtb. He had a black one with all parts silver. The straightest look ! Then on the bridge a full-bearded bicyclist in his all-weather-touring-clothing and sunglasses passed me, with his padded black gloves he'd grapped his cantilever-brake-levers( not like road~, no, really the levers) instead his bar. The next special bicyclist was wearing a bright-yellow poncho, he was holding his handlebar with his rigth, his left was hangig, then he clicked his shifter in a bowed move from upside-down once. Seemed he had the same rare shifters as me, but his rigth on the left.
Then a jogging woman, maybe a real sportswoman, pressing one finger at a nostril, breathing out biting and loud, without having a cold.
This was within 1 1/2 hours.
(the day before i was outside some hours, only one discrete at the beginning)
At the evening there was a "he can already walk"-comment on me, before that i'd bought a pizza at the railway-station, when i came out there were running black boys passing me( there have been many dark black men at the station, the speaker was white german, as the one at the snack ).
My neighbour above me was using his squiling door that day, don't know how often.
(that was it that day)

The 6th was a subtle day, no one came up to me, but it seems themes were present.
A woman in the bank breathes as if she would scent( the perception-meaning: wittern ).
When i've been at the laundromat, at the way to it i've seen the one who looks like the one from the lefties bicycle-help, i cannot say at a fast look if he is it.
When i waited inside four lefties on different rigid black&all parts blank retro-cycles in remarkable good condition stopped at the streetcrossing, directly in front of me. Looked like just professional serviced and nothing but sober street since. The one could have won a vintage-price.
( mine is nice, but especially the condition of the painting looks crab )
Some turkish young men were talking, one reminded the martial arts i did once mostly, then added that he beated him up("in die fresse hauen"), but otherwise they behaved normally.
Two black dressed nazi-skins passed on the other side of the street. Normally in this town there are not much nazis.
Later that day i passed again some people who seemed to be right-extremists, just when i arrived the inner city.

The first political-themed comment was back in 98. It was the top-act at the end of a two-weeks action. During these two weeks their speakers appeared more and more often, becoming more extreme. I think this was to work with the awareness and tolerance of the people who lived there ( not the street where i live now ). At the end a man ( one of the leaders ) was leaving his car, sounded as if he had a companion with him, he stood up the street, in the middle, at night.
He was speaking very loud, and it took some time, it was "certainly" adressed to someone in the street.
He said "jewish pig/sow, aehm, i mean, pimp sow" (in german it rhymes : "judensau, aehm, ludensau "), and that he had a gun.
At the end a police-car with blue-light on slowly drove down the street.
When it had passed the speaker left his car again, a little last joke : now he had no real gun with him, but he has one at home, maybe he would take it next time.
("jew" is only symbollically, i'm not, nor do i have a migration background)