barking justice

In the early morning of the 14th of august on my way baker i passed some women who looked at me as if this should say something. I think they were four of them, three of them blonde. One was near the post, standing in the middle of the cobblestonestreed, staring at me, holding an antic, looking as pissed as possible. The day before i already passed a blonde woman who looked like this, but not so extreme, she was standing on the next streetcrossing from here.

When i was standing at the till in the near supermarket in the early evening of the 15th a female clerk came to the one who was sitting there and said that the key for the spirits (" Spirituosen-Schlüssel ") was missing, and described where it has been before. Maybe this was a joke about that alcohol is also a drug.
In the evening (was outside with my bicycle, as usual )i passed three black people in a suburb, it was next to a van, one made a loud shuffling step to insecure me.

When i was at the bank at nigth of the 16th a man came up to me very energetically, on his mission, when i opened the entrance door, then entered the bank also. It was that way that i had to pay attention to him. An athletic man, dressed in jeans-jacket and appendant pants, that fits him like tailor made. Then i was at a petrol-station, the man before me was dressed the same, exept a sligth difference in tone.

In the late afternoon/evening of the 17th i was on my way to the cheap supermarked. In the next street from here i passed a lag with a barbwire-tattoo on his forehead. He moved smooth and very consistent, he looked unreal somehow. He completely lacked any face-expression, his eyes appeared to be big. Looked as if he would be a kind of drone. Then on a traffic island on a streetcrossing at the market place there was a shorthaired blackdressed man, he had an agressive posture, presenting a bottle. Then there were some of them at the supermarket, but they did nothing real, maybe they just wanted to know if i react on their symbols, orange and saturated blue clothing. When i was outside again two men passed me, both coming from the same direction, they both looked at me with the same stressed face-expression, the second one as an amplifyer. It's to annoy me, and i should know it, and with this there is a chance that i'll catch up their expression. It's nothing new, i don't wanted to look at someone this way, i looked to the ground, payed attention to my bag. The next person passing was a black woman.
On my way back there was one more with a basic blue t-shirt( as i the shop).

In the nigth of the 18th, near 5 a.m., a young woman on the next streetcrossing barked like a pup that has pain, as loud as she could and it was a series of identical barks.Seems this was to accuse and taunt. Then her companion said something to her, and they left. I had seen a swedish thriller on tv, it had some random violence against pets, this was usually the source of inspiration for it.
When i was outside late at nigth at the end of the street here there was a pretty asian woman. Long black hair, dressed in white, tigth-fitting pants. When she arrived at the end of the street, i was not much away from her, she stopped, looked to the left down the street, and moved her shapey hips, really sexy. No one would just accidentially move this way, and i'm the only one near. Made no sense, she didn't see me, if she did then when i was distance away from her. So it was again something that maybe will be declared as a test, while letting me now that it is.

Nothing real on the 19th. In the evening of the 20th some upset talking people came up the street, when they arrived at this house one yelled "bella", with a hysteric "e", funny-taunting. There have been the mafia-murdering in duisburg, so now something italian had to happen here.

On the 21rst near midnigth i ate some fries at the low bridge, there was loud music. I first thougth if it could come from the near cafe/pub, but it seemed too loud for this, seemed as if it could come from the bridge of a traffic ferry there, hard to say at the water. It was some old german songs, one was "one has to lie...one wins"( "einer muss lügen...einer siegt"). It was really loud. I was sitting next to the ticket-building, a man came around the corner, had a look at me, turned around and walked back, like a watchman. Looked like a leftie, a grey-black hooded jacket/shirt( these crude woolen ones ), black pants. When i moved on, just when i had crossed the street, an athletic man passed me with a derisive smile, maybe a martial artist.

When i arrived at a petrol-station in the evening of the 22nd there was a nosegesturer inside. He stood there, before i entered he shoved the tip of his nose upwards with the palm of his hand while looking at me. Then he turned around and left the station through the entrance on the other side. He had short hair, darker complexion, was wearing a red t-shirt with a white curved stripe on the side, coca-cola, and an apron over it, seemed to be a mechanic from the station.
Near midnigth i was outside again, when i crossed the low bridge there was again music, this time life-music from the cafe/pub( not nearly as loud as the day before ), punkish rock-music. At one or two words/syllabies the voice was higher. Short time later on my way back they had already stopped, there were three teenagers, one loudly complained about the singer and that she can say her opinion ! in the same breath( for fun ). Maybe the only audience.
It made not much sense, life-music in the middle of the week, there, at this time.

On the 23rd there was nothing.

In the nigth, it was already the 24th, on my way to a petrol-station, there was a nosegesturer on the other side of the street on a bicycle. He made his sign to some people on this streetside, one of them was waiting at a streetcrossing on a bicycle, and after the sign was made he turned around and connected to the others, they talked. The sign was the same the gesturer inside the petrolstation did on the 22nd. I then cycled on the street, not to get too close to them to support their rumors. Some younger people, i think younger then 18. At the petrolstation i passed a group of people, some had beer or so, one said "they are all artifical, they are all artificially created" (" die werden ja alle künstlich erschaffen "), somewhat louder, so i could hear it well. I think one of them had already appeared on a petrolstation this year, he symmetrical dropped two beer-cans there( didn't look at them closer). When i bougth me two beer someone came up to me (not from the group), he was dressed in black, sportive windbraker hooded jacket and appendant pants. He was wearing sneakers, had short hair, hood on. He asked me something, i looked at him. Maybe he was only 16, but looked much older on the first look. He had bad teeth, usually had already experience with drugs, his eyes looked as if he had taken something. I asked him repeatedly, because i didn't understand. He asked me for "anura", i thougth if this could be a drug, it turned out to be " an €uro". I had one in the change, gave it to him, he bougth two bottles of beer.

In the morning of the 25th there was a group of people on the other side of the street at a streetcrossing at the market place when i was on my way to the railwaystation. A car turned in the street, laudly honking. One of the group respondet the greeting by raising his arm. I had immediatly the impression that he was the leader of the group, i looked at him, he looked to the side, demonstrativly turning his upper body, to say i should not look at him. His movement, greeting and turning, were both very consistent and beyond doubt, like an exercise. He was dressed all in black, a somewhat neat look, well-fitting all-in-one-style, sunglasses, shaved hair exept few dyed black. I think he was one of the leaders. Two times older man passed me to have a look at me, both had the same stringent expression, remarkeable similarity, maybe police.
When i left the house in the evening a couple passed when i had opened the door of the entrance. A woman, she was closer to me, she was wearing a black dress with a white pattern, she was carrying a pizza-carton in front of her. She made a hastily step towards me, so they used all the space of the pavement, and the man, a black one, dressed with a white shirt and black pants, who made a sniffing noise. On the other side of the street a group of people moved in the other direction, two of them coughing, to make it more exiting. Near the water i passed two black men, one raised his arms and shaked his hips, then moved towards me, dancing, when i passed them and sung "i have to pee"( in english), funny. Both the pizza and the pee were usually inspired by comments i made in a forum (the first was about racism, the second one about radiation).

Near noon on the 26th there were two children on the next streetcrossing (sidestreets), fencing with big wooden slats. I first heared them, loudly hitting each others slats. When i've seen them they were facing each other, looked much like aikido-postures. Then one destroyed the slat of the other. He then destroyed his slat. When i passed them he had just turned around, proudly walking down the street. In the morning i had watched some videos at youtube, also some aikido, so they reacted on this some hours later, the next time i was outside. This was the martial arts i mostly practised( stopped about 7 years ago, after two years), because i could do exercises alone.

On the 27th there were repeatedly rigthists, who dressed somewhat like lefties or so, three showed that they were their people.
I was outside before noon, this time walking, in the beginning in the next bigger street a bald shaved man passed me. He had hoisted his upper lip and was holding this expression and scratched his head in a toonish way when he came towards me. I stepped to the side, just because i often do, he naturally did not at all. He looked somewhat irritating with his expression. It came into my mind that maybe this should have looked jewish, later i thought if the man could have been my escrima-trainer, it's seven years ago and with this expression...he was a diver, this would explain the lip. When i returned a man, wearng a pale khaki jacket, darker complexion, curly hair, looking arabic or so, come towards me from the side before i crossed a street, he was still some distance away, after i had seen him he extensively coughed, overdone to show presence.
In the afternoon a woman in front of the house articulately said "i have lost a little/something" ("ich habe etwas verloren"), could have been to say that the headscratcher overcame me because i stepped to the side.
When i was on my way to a petrol-station in the evening there was a nosegesturer at the market-place, a black-dressed man with bleached hair. At the station there were three people and the salesclerk inside. A woman who left in the beginning. An older man with an ample grey moustache, he looked as he had drunk too much alcohol in his life, he had a conversation with the clerk about milk. And an athletic man with broad shoulders, standing line up with a crate of beer. Second escrima-man today. When he was at the till he asked for candles, the clerk first denied, then pointed towards the shelf behind me, the man passed close to me. When i payed another man had entered, he had much similarity to the first, but taller, wearing a white sweatshirt, they welcomed each with clapping each others hand above their heads with demonstrative jollity.

I'm not 100% sure if they were the people from escrima, because it's long ago and it's always irritating if someone shows up as if he would be someone else. At the end they could also have been stalkers imitating stalkers/mobbers who had similarity to them, gesture/humor was the same. The most elaborate acting the second one (years ago, there i was 100% sure) did was in the inner city. At the first streetcrossing there was a man dressed in rockabilly fachion, sideburns, boots. With the position he was standing and looking he was connected to him, standing at the next streetcrossing on one leg, and moving/shaking his torso fastly to the left and the rigth, to impress me with the control he had over his body due to the training. Then on the next streetcrossing, still the same street, a group of people came towards me, one looked at me for a moment as if he would know me. They were all walking next to each other, all had new fligth jackets, exept an outer one who was dressed black. If the shaker knew about them he must have known that it was acting, his allies, because otherwise it wouldn't have worked with the timing. Another one of them once made the final act of a stepping phase, don't know how long it was now, usually less a month, more than a week. There were repeatedly persons near me who were wearing broad high heels and walked very loud, escorting me, sometimes partial circulating around me. They were usually out of sigth, and they sounded more and more-and especially the last one-like a horse. Finally he showed up and stomped on the ground without making a sound. Don't know what it looked like from his point of view, but it seemed it was kind of exorcism-acting, the theme was used also at other occasions.

Some others, most the time they didn't had many people, i was mostly outside early in the morning or at nigth, and they showed up leass often than usual. The last days it was more, but i was also outside during daytime.
The situation with the one above is still the same, then he shows that he's attached by succeeding in peeing at the same time...
Haven't seen their trained clerk at the cheap supermarket.