orange revaluation

I was sitting in the near park at early evening on the 23rd april.
2 sniffers, discrete but the same, one of covering his nose with his hand, the sleeve drawn over it.
In the middle of the big meadow there were some people playing frisbee, some lefties and a very dark black man with long rastas, wearing white wide clothing and a black vest. He was constantly moving in a thai-chi way, with ostentation.
Every movement, step, anything, all the time. And he was repeating a few real moves, throwing arms "loose" around the body, raising a knee defensive, taking a wide step into a deep position, arms up.
Once he was demonstratively focusing on an other player, passing closely. And then at me, despite i was sitting a long distance away, on a bank at the meadow. While doing so he raised one open hand, in a somewhat repelling way.
He had professional training.
Closer to me, to my left, there were two younger guys playing badminton. The one was always moving in an eskrima-way, always hitting the shuttlecock too hard, so they could hardly play.
He also knew how to move.

The people who are training these posers have all the professional support for doing so, teachers from different styles, anything at least where someone is holding whatever, mostly martial arts, but all these chi-stuff in general, but once they also had three black dressed fencers in the park. When i had walked there to look at them one was symbollically striking another( of the two facing each other )with a scabbard from behind, holding it with both hands.
Then they left.
They were all wearing black berets, the day before i had seen in the media that rigth extremist had been arrested because they were wearing black berets at a demonstration, and it's not allowed to wear such uniforms. However, the fencers didn't look like right-extremists.
They had their kung-fu-teachers in the park, once they head two people doing thai-chi, maybe also from that school, there, both raising a repelling hand towards me with their wonderously timing when i passed them.

In the evening ( 23rd) i was at a petrol station, there was a young guy with an older motorcycle, kind of naturally chopper.
It really looked rock'n roll, and used, at the side of it's dull black tank there was a skull with two crossed sabres below, on top there was a rally-stripe, both decoration in white. The guy, who looked somewhat young for a motorcycle, bought some fried pizzas, he was wearing a dull black military-styled helmet, shaved hair, and a brown leather jacket, both looked new.
Outside, instead just riding the street up he wanted to go, he first moved in the opposite direction, then riding back along the station on the pavement, to turn and pass directly in front of me, while looking at me.
So he wanted to show me his cycle.
When i had left the house there was an old black bicycle in the middle of the staircase on the lower floor, and the door of the entrance was (wide) open.
When i came back ten minutes later it was still the same, despite it was already dark, no one to see.

When i was at the baker early in the morning of the 24th i had placed my bycle at the entrance, that way that the front-wheel reached into it. Except me and the saleswomen no one was there, then a woman entered. One of the saleswomen wanted to place a plate outside and asked whos cycle it is, it should be put to the side.
The woman who had entered immediatly said that it's not theirs, but she'll put it to the side, and then did, as if she'd just waited for this. Then they all had this discrete smile, seemed this had a meaning for them.
When i crossed the low bridge near the railway station in the afternoon i passed a black woman. She was wiping below her eye, and when i looked at her she looked to the side with her round fixed eyes so wide open that the pupils were in the middle, looked like a toon-avatar i've seen on the internet day before.
Maybe this should say to me that i shouldn't look at her, because...
It's hardly possible to move without looking at people, but they got me much there, looking and stepping to the side, again and again.
When i was cycling along the inner city there was someone begging, sitting on the pavement. In front of him there was standing a heavy, overweighted skinhead, orange t-shirt, camouflage-trousers. Scar on the forehead
When i passed them, the sitting person was between the skinhead and me, the skinhead says to him "but you know where i live", sounded if they would know each other personally, and also reproachful.
There was no visual reaction of the sitting beggar, from my position it seemed he looked down, i cannot really say if they knew each other. With the timing it was bound to me.
Reminds me the one at the petrol-station. Maybe the one in the orange t-shirt has beaten me up with some others, long ago back in about '90.
When i passed the near yoga-centre in the late afternoon, there was a man standing in the gateway next to it. Just when i'd passed him he breathed out, in a consistant, hearable long and somewhat hissing way. At the next street, very close, a black dressed woman, dark hair, crossed my way, she had her gaping mouth open and was holding it this way when she turned her head at me, looking at me. There was no other reaction in her face, so she showed how confident she was about herself.
She looked fit, and except her expression not bad, usually one of the chi-people/martial artists.
When i was outside at night there was a woman on a bicycle in front of me, there were two man, when she passed them one yelled very loud "cunt" at her ( also : F....). She showed no reaction, just moved on. I looked at the man, his face was frozen into a disgusted hating expression. I would expect such behaviour at best from a at least totally drunken person, really down alcoholic or so, but he moved normally, just his face. His companion said that it would be enough, but speaking in a way that showed no interest, when i looked back to them the face-man shouted "no time" (keine Zeit) towards me.
The two looked somewhat orderly, could have been rightist.
No other peole in sight, they will pin it on me. Because the woman was only short time in front of me i give it a chance that she hasn't been there accidentially.
Few others that day.

When i was outside before noon on the 25th, at the streetcrossing at the park/baker where they show up often there was a sniffer passing me, an asian man on a bycicle, pink sweatshirt, black trousers.
Later that time i was outside a tall guy dressed in black, black slim glasses, on a black mtb was coming towards me. He was riding the lane in the wrong direction, i give nothing about this rules myself, however the lane isn't wide there, so one has to look at the other cyclist. He did not have his hands on the handlebar, and the way his arms hung said if we would collide he would grasp me instead of the bar. He had gi-styled haircut, shaved sides, short dark top.
When i entered a stationary shop a man on a bicycle passed closely, brown sunglasses ( i got sunglasses myself today, they'd been send again, but not mirrowed ones, so they are of limited use, because when they come close they still look into my eyes), he moved his mouth as if he would be speaking when he looked at me, in an overdone paroding way, that makes me stop chewing my chewing gum.
The next time i was outside i walked to the near park. On my way i was escortet by a guy who set his steps loudly at the same time when i set mine. He was scuffling walking on the balls of his feet, he had an agressive expression, absorbed my walking-rhythm. So i would have to try to get another one. ( This is something they like to do sometimes. There has also been a phase when it was common, maybe in 02 ). He was good, when i got faster there would have been "his" rhythm.
He walked at the other side of the side-street and then turned in the park before me.
He was wearing brown sunglasses, a lime-green hooded shirt ( same colour as the buddha-figure at the fries&beer&coffee-hut in the park, he was walking in that direction) and grey military shorts ( when i was at the stationary-shop before i bought a blank book, the saleswoman said they would also have some with moleskin-cover, pronounciating it in a french way, matching better their overpricing, so i told her the meaning and mentioned sand- and olive-colour in context with military clothing )
His clothing looked clean, just washed or new.
In the park next to me there was a couple who wanted to photograph a baby/little child, the woman had an alu-reflectorshield with her( yesterday when i watched tv i zapped into a documentary about a baby-photographer who became a tattooist).
At the beginning the man, holding the baby, explosively shouted "bamm! fly!" ("bamm! flieg" ) in my direction (standing at my side, i didn't look there, reading newspaper), but that was his load, then he behaved normally.
That was it that day.