taunting nazi/taunted nazi

When i was at the big bridges on the 18th may, i heared the laugher of a woman, but i couldn't see her from my perspective. It sounded like the characteristik laugher i had sometimes heared from the flat above me, an woman, maybe 50, a rougher laugh. On my way back, near home, i cleanshaved bald man with a healthy teint, taller than average, came towards me, on a bicycle. I already expected that he would be one of them, he became more energetically as closer as he came. Also agressiv in the way that it says he could, if he would. Of course, i would'nt have had any chance, but that's not uncommon. He looked into my eyes, he had brown, he did a special exercise with his face-expression, kind of meditation, to impress me how much control he had about anything. The eyelids were straigth and horizontal, the upper and the lower were parallel, giving his eyes a rectangular shape. The pupils were in the mid, so the iris was cut at the upper and lower at the same amount.
The lips were also parallel, ligthly open, creating an appendant mouth. A very controlled person. The robotmonk passed my with his antic. He was a pressure-worker, but it was too absurd, i had to laugh( when he'd passed me, of course ). Then i waited at the traffic-ligts, and when i started i found that there was something between the spokes of my backwheel.
It was an orange flower, a rose or so, with a long stipe, already limp, it had lost some leaves on my way.
Fear them and love them, they are the creators, because they could destroy one. Of course, they do, or at least support it, but never mind, don't be fussy about that.
When i was outside in the evening i passed the railwaystation, a group of people were standing near the entrance, i wasn't close to them, i had just seen that there were bald among them. One was loudly taunting "but i'm against nazis, too!"-so they obvious were some.
When passed the park near the townhall, there was a gesturer, moving his hand towards his face/nose, only a discrete gesture, but in the moment he'd done this on the other side of the park someone exploded a banger. This wouldn't have appeared to others in this context, there was a fireworks later in the evening. The man was about 50 years old, wearing khaki coloured clothing.
When i cycled through the near park a bald man, maybe 40, came towards me, an red polo-shirt beneath his black jacket. When he looked at me with his motionless face to took his left hand out of his pocket and moved his finger down from his eye, maybe this should symbolize a tear.
At the near bank i had a try on the stair, and there have been a woman and a man, he had an older yellow street-bicycle, the woman said to the man " (but) he's doing so"( "tut er doch "). I think the man had explained something to her, why especially me would not need a mountainbike, something like this. I think he was the owner of the bicycle shop where they'd pressed in the headsetcups interchanged.
And there have been some other people that day, at least three wearing khaki or brown clothing, one younger who looked like a leftie, touching the tip of his nose with the ball of his hand. And two others, at least one of them usually a rightist, he looked like a symbiosis of a boyscout and policeman, with the old uniform, and he had a military backpack. They had both the same stiff necks and hair-length/cut. Already last week some of them liked to wear khaki or olive.

When i bougth buns at the baker at the railwaystation on the 19th, a man came towards he, from inside the baker, to pass me. While he came closer he made a nose-gesture, the basic gesture that had been used so often, except this year, pointing to his nostril. An maybe indonesian looking man, maybe late 40ies, dressed in conforming jeans jacket and pants.
There was a techno-wagon passing near the railwaystation, and some people were standing in front of the entrance. Among them three white-dressed turkish teenagers, when i carried my bicycle downstairs one was kidding "he's so strong !these muscles !". Don't know if some substances helped to be so funny.
In the inner city two childs passed me, maybe 7 years or so, on skateboards, and one had a surprisingly amazing skill to jump, really, then he came towards me and looked at me. Normally this would just be nice, but due to my experience i already expected that this was to show me what they can use now/got access to. When they'd passed me i turned to leave the pedestrian zone, and there was someone waiting, a man on a bicycle, posing in this watchman-style, his hands had demonstratively firmly grasped the bar, he was wearing black fingerless gloves, and he had a neon-yellow rigid fork.
I had the feeling that some pedestrians had moved in a way to control my speed, so i had to pass him slowly, and because i didn't want to see this poser i then couldn't look at his face. With the low, maybe controlled, speed this feeled as if they had forced me to confirm his authority. Maybe this was the revenge for my try at the stair the day before.
So many words for such a little gesture that is hard to describe, because at all it's just the subtle feeling of presence.
When i walked in the near park in the evening up the slope a group of black dressed teenagers walked on the parallel street. One cholerically shouted "then i would rather die !".

Just when i had entered the near park on the 20th, a big very blonde man in stretch-clothing, a superman-signal blue longsleeved shirt and a black shorts, showing his trained muscles, wearing black sunglasses, came towards me on the narrow way, bushes to the left and rigth. He seemed to be gay, and when he came closer he raised both hands to his breast, he made a gesture as if he would have tits, while he looked at me.
I've already learned that i should not go in the park when it's dark.
And two or three gesturers, in the park and on the way back. The last was dressed in black, with a white stripe on the sleeves of his training jacket, much like the "cockroach"-man i'd described inmy last posting. He had fair hair and was holding his hand horizontally at his upper lip, maybe this should be a sign for beard, not sure.

When i was waiting at a traffic ligth on my way to the baker in the morning of the 21st, a man on a bicycle passed me, a funny composition. The cycle was small, maybe a youngsters cycle, and the really high quill of a threaded stem reached out of the frame, with a blank newish road-bar on it. well, everybody as he want's. But again, one of these symbols. He had turned his head half-way towards me, and while turning on the bigger street, holding it in the same ankle turned towards me, to show me that he's here to accuse me for the cryptic meaning of his funny steering, something like this. A man in his 50ies.
I was at the do-it-yourself-bicyclehelp at the lefties, because i had beheaded a spoke.
On my way to it a man with a black shoulder bag, maybe same as i got ( and had with me ), on a bicycle touched his strap and lifted it sligthly, before he passed me.
The cyclehelp helped, as it should do ! Once two teenager came in to look at my cycle( while i had to do with the wheel ), one said disappointed "i thougth it would be new". It's just an used riged mtb, more than 10 years old, non-hyped brand. And a myth had let them to it.
When i was outside in the early evening/late afternoon, the lefty i had described on the 8th passed me. He wasn't hapy to see me, i was also not happy to see him. He had a black bicycle, with a mickymouse bar on it. Seems to be new, i would remember, because i don't understand this invention. Maybe this should be a complaint about me daring to go to bicyclehelp-lefties.
Immediatly after i passed him( he came towards me ) i passed a couple, a white woman and a dark black man, no other people in sigth, so maybe they've been also part of the timing.
I cycled to a river, and before i turned to the smaller way along it, an older man, dressed with a saturated red shirt and a black vest, like lucky luke, came towards me and looked at me with some authority, maybe a policeman.
I think it was on my way back, someone out of sigth yelled "these strong lower arms !" ( i'm no more than 65kg, so much to these comments )
i was outside another time, on the other side of the streetcrossing near he railwaystation two bald very dark black males were waiting. They looked as about half of the black stalkers looked like ( most of the other half looked same, except rastas ), maybe in their 30ies, and i would have a bad chance against them if it would get worse.
One said nicely "helloo, huhu", also raising his hand. I ignored them, and one said, not as loud as the greeting, but still hearable "nazi".
At nigth someone constantly squiling with his brakes bicycled the street here.

I've described most of them these days.