Montag, 23. April 2007

glasses/news

There have only been one or a few of these people each day in the last time ( haven't been outside much ), basic sniffers and such. Bicycle-theme : best backwheel-cyclist. And an older man, dressed in black, with a brandnew all polished retro-rigid mtb.
One day was squiling-door-day.
On the 16th there was nothing real, just once there were two older people standing atthe streetcrossing here, man and a woman, the man said "there one can't hide anything", sounded ironically. Could this have been a crit on this surveillance ?
I have been at the bicycle shop where they pressed in the headset-cups interchanged again, and another day...at all i've been ten times at the two bicycle shops, payed at least 40€ just because of the headset ( wo the hs ), and once it was really loose, it would have been dangerous to ride( would have caused damage at least to the cycle ). It drained the fun out of the whole thing, somehow.
( and now the stem wasn't mounted straight )
When i left my bicycle there on the 17th april, there was a man coming up to it and looking at it, despite he had seen that it is no cycle from the shop for sale. He was wearing a black t-shirt and mirrored black sunglasses. I've bought me such glasses at e-bay, they've been shipped on the 10th but did'nt arrive.
( last year i didn't get a letter from my lawyer, a very old casee about nazis who never paid, this letter had been send again, didn't arrive, and then as an ensured letter( Einschreiben ), but also didn't arrive. At the end i walked there personally )
On the 21th, just when i stepped out of the house, i heared a double-honk, an older man holding a big handkerchief with both hands at his nose, not to wipe snot, obvious just as honking plea.
He concentrated on straigth-forward-moving, as the older man on the shiny cycle the day before. And looked somewhat similar.
On the 22nd, when i entered the railway station in the early morning, to go to the baker, a girl passed me, she did looke much like the girl that has been shown on newspapers, because she was burned alive. Same eye-makeup, same hair.
An obvious similarity. She was dressed in black.
This morning, when i had left a baker, there was a man who touched his nose when he looked at me, on the other side of the streetcrossing. It was somewhat irritating to look at his red face, because there was no contrast, no eyebrows or lash( on the fast look i had at him ).