egg

There was not much pressure behind what they did these days, maybe because the wheather became better. On the 12th march there was a person with a black t-shirt with a white oval sign on it, he wiped below his nose with his hand when i looked in his direction. He was still a bigger distance away( most of them like to come close), he was certainly one of the people who should look as if they would have to do with me.
Sometimes they do so, but it's a small part of it. In the last time they had more than usual.
Most the time the sniffing noise was the sidekick of the pointing-at-the-nostril, this year up to now it has been all done with the sniffing noise and few variations of the basic nose-gesture.
Then on the 12th there was a man doing a phallic gesture. Fit, camouflage-trousers.
Once i came back there was a younger man in a white shirt who wiped his mouth in a resolute move when he was in line with the entrance.

On the 13th march, on my way to the cheap supermarket, there was an granny sitting near/at the market/parking place.
A heavier build man in black t-shirt&shorts said to her "Hi ! Is this dangerous ?" ("Tag ! Ist das gefährlich?" ), then he said that she would have the best place in town.
The granny laughed.
Seemed they didn't know each other.
Then, when i was standing line up in the supermarket, an old woman admits me( i did'nt ask her)-because i had no shopping cart. She did not buy more than me, just a few things, there were just a few people in front of us, she sounded as if she would expect that i would collapse, just because i had no cart.
When i came to the market/parking place on my way back,at the traffic light, two people stepped hurried behind me.
The younger man of them had similarity to the one at the 7th, when i was at the do-it-yourself-bicycle-shop. The other one was more robust build, he had shaved hair and said to him :" ach, hair ! in the past i had it up to here", pointing to his shoulders.

When i buy eggs i eat two. Then i forget the others. Then i don't know wich i forgot first. Now i had some eggs to waste. I placed them in the bio-refuse-bin beneath a fir-branch, i did not want to crush them. I added old bread.
I went into the park. A teenager-couple stood few steps next to me, he said :" Here an Easter-man has been demolished" ( Hier ist ein Ostermann kaputtgemacht worden / father christmas=christmasman ), then he was marking time( trat auf der stelle), fast steps, i'm-so-funny-style. An analytical joke about the waste.

On the 14th in the park there was a man, maybe 50 years old, passing me closely, looking at my lighter when i used it, as if he would be checking if this would be allowed to me.
Some time later he passed me again closely, now he looked that way at my newspaper.
In the one hand he had some paper napkins.With his other hand he blew his nose.
Seemed that all his clothing was new, has yet not reacted to his movement, the jacket the pants. He had a blue cap, that tone that they favour since 2002, with some white letters on it.
Later that day i passed a man with very dark black skin and a round forehead, he made a sniffing noise, discreet but determined, a rarity because all that nose-theme wasn't used by the black, past the main phase wich ended in '04 there were some variations, maybe to smudge how it had been risen.

I should mention that those who route all these people towars me are a group of white germans.

On the 13&14th there i've seen some skinheads, not at once, but as if someone did spread them. At least some were right-extremist, one who belonged to them but had short hair and camouflage-jacket grimaced when passing, painful-stressed.

On the 15th march a gaunt tall unshaved man asked me if i could spend him 1€ for a coffee, i did (at the baker at the park).
Later at the near supermarket a granny wanted to donate me 5€, i said to her she could spend it to the red cross or so.
In the evening, when i arrived at the entance, a man dressed like me arrived at the same moment.
His clothing was similar, and the colours did exactly match mine, jacket, shoulderbag, pants.
He was taller than me, and had shorter fair bleached orderly hair.
I unlocked the door, and when i shouldered my bicycle he stepped in and holded the door open.
When i unlocked my door the young woman who lives on the other side of the floor opened to him (there are 4 flats a level).
When he was standing there she said to him :" You aren't a real man " and added "so artificial "(so künstlich).

Last year i used to sit in the near park, and because they have desks at the little takeaway/fastfood (freedfries, cake)-hut, i liked to buy me a coffee there, read newspaper, doing some sketches.
At the hut there was a tiny sandbox, and often also tiny children.
So at the next desk several times there were some people, not younger than 40, sitting and talking about paedophilia, and than looking at me in an expecting way.
Different people each time.
But they were not aggressive, maybe they really believed it would be a test. So i stayed there.
A few times there was a real buddhist monk there ( only last year ), who let me know that he was watching me.
The people at the cake&fries&beer-hut were somewhat to real lefties, liked goa-music and such.
At the end they placed a lime-green buddha next to the cake.
Once i was leaving i was passing a big skinhead who was standing line up.
His girlfriend in front of him signalized him when he had to streak his elbow out, just if he was stretching. Fortunately i was paranoid enough, so he just stood there, with his elbow. Doesn't really look like a leftie. Few times there were people sitting as if they were watchmen or so, in exposed positions.
In autuum i wasn't there for two rainy weeks. When i was there again, the spiritualized lefties had decided that i'm a trained nazi-leader( geschulter Nazi-Kader), and so i had to leave.
One of them was talking that transfered-meaning way, sitting diagonally behind me, saying loudly good-bye to someone with the same name as me, then nerved talking this nazi-stuff.
Then one of them stood behind me, saying "that's the point" at the pen i was using, agressiv enough to make clear that it would be healthier to leave.
He was a taller gaunt man with bleached hair, he was wearing a saturated-blue t-shirt, as they liked to show in 2002, he had a "sig sauer" printed on his back. Few weeks before i had seen a nazi-skinhead in the cheap supermarket with this shirt. The next time i've seen the blondie he had an orange t-shirt.
In the next time when i was passing that side of the park and when it was already dark, they did some action, playing a specially mixed tape with spooky sounds, passing me enthusiastic (with bicycle), one had an u-lock in his hand...
Once they followed me a longer distance, tossing a heavier chain in front of a pub at a big streetcrossing when i was passing, to make noise. They claimed that at least the park including the surrounding pavement was their territory. So they knew that their leaders did surveillance at me, and that they had routine, otherwise it would not have worked with the timing.
(when i'm sitting in the park now it's not too close to them)
Before this in the summer i was sitting at the water in the near park, with a beer.
It was already really dark, near midnight. I noticed that a person was standing to my right, at least 10 meters away. It took a while until i found out that there was a human, because he wasn't moving at all.
It was dark, but i felt that he was watching me. When i looked at him the next time he was somewhat closer. He made only one or two steps at a time, then he remained there without moving for about a minute, staring directly at me.
So it took him some time to get closer.
The street was just up the acclivity behind me, with houses at the other side.
It would have made no sense doing so, without knowing that someone would pay attention to the street.
At the end he was standing one meter to my side, staring directly at me without moving, i looked at him, he did nothing, just stared at my face.
Then he made his last step, now he was directly standing in front of me, staring into my face, without moving.
Because it was dark, no lantern, i could only see his outlines. He was heavier build, wider hips, had shorter hair, wearing jogging clothing.
His body was not facing me, it was between passing and facing position.
I also looked at his face, concentrated at calm breathing.
This was the situation for some time.
I said "what you want ?", wasn't easy to talk.
Then he said "hmmm... alone ?"
After a while he moved on. I think if i would only once had looked to the side, at next his body would have been facing me.
It was so programmed that the triggers were very mechanical.
Just when he had walked away an angry man passed me very closely, despite is was dark, to intimidate me. He said a short greeting while blewing his nose loudly into a tissue that he was pressing at his face with both hands when passing me. He had very short shaved hair(bald), a black leather jacket, a white t-shirt, somewhat weight-trained, maybe he knew some martial arts, maybe 40 years old, he walked in the same direction as the other one, who was maybe in his mid 30ies.
This was on the 17th may 06.
On the next day, in the park a jogger was passing me who looked somewhat similar to the stop-and-go-man. I think they had someone they could hang it on. He moved clumsy.
That days i've seen him again, he was presented to me, he was forced to move especially clumsy, a young turkish (or so) guy was next to him, on a bicycle, he looked to me in an expecting way. From my point of view the frontwheel and the jogger overlapped.
I did'nt tell anyone, and if the snorter wasn't his ally and would have been able to identify him in the dark, then he would have been close enough to get him.
And why they forced him to move in that clumsy way when they were not sure about him ?
I think they just had someone they could pressure to make fun of it, and to protect the real one, just for the case.

golden view

When i walked down the street here, on the 9th march, in front of me there was a black girl, a very young teenager, she lives somewhere near here.
And there was a (white) man, maybe late 40ties, who looked at me in a pushing way.
So he wanted to be a kind of guard or watchman.
There was no clue that they knew each other.

I had an anonymeous phonecall. There was a beep, short waiting, then someone hung up.

When i came back home the next time i was outside, there was someone behind me who made a simple whistle.
When i opened the door he repeated the whistle.
Then he stood in the middle of the entrance, i was already inside, but my bike wasn't, and because he didn't step to the side, it was a little formal to take it inside, while he was reading the names on both sides.
Then he said "hi".
I respondet "hi".
Then he walked away.
Maybe this was about the drug theme. He was dressed like i did around 2000, all olive/grey clothing, short shaved hair (i had short hair most the time, now i have long). He had a shoulder bag like me, but an other colour.
He looked older than me and was bigger.
I had my experience with hard drugs, also drunk too much, this was in the early nineties.
So i think this was to blend the early nineties with around 2000.
In the evening outside someone said very loudly, with a very rough voice " I will get you !" ( "Ich kriege dich" )
Then he said to his companion in a accostable accent, that his vocal cords were no more the best.
Seemed to be a punk. Sounded like Tom Waits.

On the 10th march these tv-broadcast-game (end of last posting) phoned me again (einmel Lotto für umsonst).
This time i could understand and speak normally, i asked them if they had disturbances, but the woman( not the same as last time) didn't know about that, also did not know about special effects.
Last time what i said was repeated, word by word, with a delay of at least a second.
It was louder than the woman speaking, i thought they recorded my voice and then played it, but it could also have been a person, just repeating what i said. I wondered a little because of the pronunciation of a word at the end of a sentence, but i don't know how my voice would aound to others. At the beginning, after the first words of the woman, a man ask me if i would have something to write it down (haben sie etwas zu schreiben), so there were two people. This was all he said, and then, after i talked, my words were repeated.
The woman said she didn't hear this.

On my way to the inner city a man in companion of his girlfriend came towards me, he was wearing yellowish-toned sunglasses and blinked at me.
Maybe he was a student.
Later a slim person on a dark mountainbike came towards me and jumped to take an abbreviation, before passing me he made a sniffing noise.
This was the response for me driving over a hindrance some time before, they do know someone who can do better.
In the inner city an asian man, maybe tibetan, dressed in white and grey, short hair, shaved and grown, passed me closely. It seemed it would have something to say for him. He was riding on an metallic velo, maybe nickeled.
On my way back i passed two very dark black children in front of the near martial arts school( the teacher in the supermarked is from there, and some others ), dressed in neon-yellow ponchos (wich does remind me the man with the backpack from the 6th and the man with the gloves from the 7th).

On the 11th march, at he streetcrossing at the near park, a woman behind me shouted/yelled a greeting towards my direction.
There was no one close to me, looked behind me, there was a black-haired woman with sunglassed, and next to her a man. The man then said "move on" ("geh weiter").
Then i passed two men with short shaved hair and olive parkas, both looking much the same.
So the woman yelled through me to them, no wonder that i would think if it should be adressed to me.
The next time i was outside an asian man, maybe tibetan, dressed in white and grey, with short black hair, came towars me on a metallic velo, maybe nickeled.
He grapped his saddle. Some time before i did so. There were few people on the streets.
Then there was a black dressed man on a bicycle, wearing black sunglasses, he looked at his groin and the at me, maybe i've seen him before, the salesman of an bicycleshop who heightened the prices after doing his job, maybe he followed me the second time.
And a few other people on the way, cannot describe everything. Maybe i describe about 50% an average.

On the 11th i heared th squiling door of my neighbour above me( he has no carpets ), i mentioned on the 8th febr. , maybe half a dozen times, yesterday twice. It's the first time since the stormy days, and it's not as loud as it was before.

two triangles

On the morning of the 6th march, when i came back home, there was a man standing near the entrance of the house.
He had seen me, but does not step to the side on the narrow pavement, so i had to slow down.
Then he waved to someone behind me, on the other side of the street.
Then he let me pass, he wanted to present me to someone, to a black woman who walked there, now looking to the ground.
The man was bigger than me, he had a black backpack with yellow triangles on it.
I think something hapened to the woman, and now she had been picked up, not to show me to her, but to show me the theme they are working with.

Later on that day i was in an alternative do-it-yourself bicycle-shop, the man there asked me for what purpose the cycle would be :"for touring or just for the usual golden triangle between university, pub and home" ( "...für das übliche Goldene Dreieck zwischen Uni, Kneipe und Wohnung" )[i'm not a student] and next, if i wanted to bring some speed on it( he explained the hub, "willst du da speed draufbringen" ).
(double meaning for going fast...)

On that day, when i was at home, a woman outside said loudly "oh god !", sounded dismayed, maybe 50 years old.
Hours later i said something like "why" to myself (reading...), not specially loud, this was immediatly commented by a sigh, i think from the same woman.
Hours later an other woman walked there, she said "a god ?!", and laughed.

On the 7th march, on my way to a hardware store, near the park a black woman came out of a house and looked at me in a somewhat distracted way, with the timing it would hardly be an accident.
Then at the store a man in a signal-orange raincoat entered in front of me, inside he passed two women wearing the same signalorange raincoats, they were waiting in front of a till, but not for the man.
On my way to the inner city there were three of these people, on came somewhat too close with his bycicle, he was dressed in black and said a gluedtogetherword, the one in the middle was "cycle"( "Rad" ), sounded as if a budgie had pooed his brain, he also looked at me that way.
In the shopping-centre a "sniffer". When i left it two cops dressed in the new dark blue uniforms entered.
The new jackets look like Michael Jackson.
Because these uniforms are dark, they did remind me the police i mentioned in my first posting, but they did not look like this.
And they were bodybuilded, this was obvious even at a fast look while they were wearing leather jackets, and they were trained to move at the same speed. Must have been special police.
On my way back i passed a black man at the townhall.
He had his eyes closed, so he did remind me the women from the 2nd march. He was wearing a jacket similar to mine, but in dark blue.

I was at a bicycle shop. I really need a new cycle, and i had the stupid idea to buy all the parts, mostly ebay, intead buying a complete bike. Didn't know how much parts are needed to make a cycle. They are many. On my way back, when i turned from a bigger street towards the park, there was a sharp-skin dressed in dark blue, looking at me, and then around the corner, a guy with a olive parka passed me on a cycle the way that i had to stop, with a cycle frame on my shoulder, maybe he wanted me to fall down, because he showed no reaction.
I was again at the do-it-yourself alternatives cycleshop, there were three people, a woman, a black dressed man and an old man. They all raised both arms wavy-wavy (winki-winki), t-tubby-style (fortunatly they didn't vocalized it), saying it was their basic greetings. I did not affiliate this, playfully they deplored.
Then they were standing around/behind me, one of them was from the martial arts school i was till 7 years ago(but he has not been there that time), and they were praising the training for a while( not speaking to me, just overdone happy-happy-actors).
I did not react to this, i stopped training because of mobbing, they did not know about this, but had a they-were-only-joking-version of it ("er versteht keinen Spass"), as far as i understood their act when it came to the end.
I think the woman knows someone i know, and most of the people i had been training with still showed their dislike for me years later, for example by turning the head abruptly away from me at 90 degrees when passing me, now they used these three for a soft version.
Exept this acting they behaved normally, and the woman helped me with the wheel.
(Another 90-degree-abruptly-head-turning exercise is inverse to this, it's for people who don't know me, and they turn their head this way to stare at me. This has been done by a martial-arts-teacher, while he was training people in the park-the same who was in the cheap supermarket with an orange t-shirt, and once even by someone who was obvious a buddhist monk, dressed in the traditional way, shaved head, in the shopping centre in the inner city-despite he cound't have seen me before he turned his head. At least he looked like a monk. They were both last year.)
In the early evening, when i was at home, two people walked the street, a woman and a man who says :"maybe he's doing yoga with his cycle"( "Rad" ), it sounded as if they could be the ones from the shop ( which doesn't say that they were it).
[don't know about yoga]

Then on my way to a petrol-station a cyclist in an neon-yellow poncho passed me, and dropped a pair of black gloves.
He dropped both at once, and they came lying next to each other, without beeing connected.
I told him that he'd dropped this.
The last time i was outside there was a single black woolen glove lying on the streetcrossing here.
It was not the first black glove i've seen here on the street crossing.
(I don't see black gloves so often, but more often than before, usually old ones made of leather.)
The next person who passed me was a nazi-skinhead in a black flight-jacket.
At the petrol-station there was a red car with a checkered stripe, ska-style, driving to the parking area on the back of the station.
During nighttime there were repeatedly two laughing men walking here, sounding much the same.

On the morning of the 8th march, before i entered the baker, on the other side of the street there was the driver (shaved head) of a refuse sollector loudly shouting at a grey bearded orderly dressed man on a bicycle: "you @rs€hol* ! I have green!"
Near them there was standing a black dressed man, shaved head, black cap, looking at me while wiping his mouth with his hand, maybe a right-extremist, in his 20ties.
When i left the baker there was a black dressed man on the other side of the street, a leftie, in his 40ies, looking at me.

I had a phonecall that said i had won something, because i answered a question about a tv-broadcast-that is nice.
There was much hissing and a special effect, with a delay i heared my own voice coming out of the phone.
Maybe this was to get the right mood for the theme, but it was too much, didn't understand anything.

stolen skull

On the 2nd march, in front of the townhall, four very dark black people came towards me, three woman and a man.
They had constat distances tp each other, like a comb.
I was on my bicycle, i slowed down, the man( to my right) stepped to the side, but not enough, so i stopped, till one of the woman also did a step to the side.
The women had their eyes closed.

When i was on my way to the cheap supermarkt on the 3rd march, there was one of the "sniffers" passing when i was dodging astounding widely smeared dogshit with my bicycle.
I heared a "look-there is al capone walking" from inside a house, when i was walking a smaller street, on that day.

I sometimes like to draw, and because there were medieval people in town, on the 4th march i thought this would make a good opportunity.
When i started, an overweigted medieval saleswoman (who was next to a priest/monk i had a try on) , came towards me, but then did'nt look at the sketchbook, intead she stooped and looked below it. There was only my pants.
When she walked back to the priest, three medieval girls stood next to me, and one also leaned forward, but only with her head at the same height of the sketchbook.
There was a tent, decorated with a cattle-skull, when i started to draw it, a man in companion of two or three women passed me, he said that he would need ideas, in an ironic way, accusing me stealing the idea of the skull-decoration.
However, the young northern goblinoid rigid-leatherclerk liked it.
I had a quick sketch at a smith, someone next to me said that it was a good hit, i denied, because it was only about posture, and had no real face, so i didn't know if he was kidding, i said for that i would need people who don't move.
More than two hours later, when i was at home, there were two (german) man walking the street, one said loudly "but he is polish" ("er ist ja Pole")-the smith was from an eastern european country, so maybe this was to accuse me being anti-polish.

On the 5th march, when i was in the supermarket at the corner, there was a man with very long hair standing in the middle in front of the entrance, looking in the direction of the tills, when i was leaving.
He did not move, had his mouth wide open, and stared into emptyness, into nothing, through it all, with an dismayed expression.
And remained this way, with his absent stare, when i came closer, just stood there, someone had pulled out his connector, still when i passed him.

the age of tea

On the 28 febr i was in a tea-shop in the inner city.
There were two older man who were slightly attached to me, the one could move his legs fastly, while the other one looked at me.
On my way back, at the street-crossing, a man who looked like Uri Geller came towards me.
He had a gaunt face, black hair, and-exept his eyeballs-black eyes, was dressed in black.
He looked at me, he had special eyes, as if a beeing that would consist entirely of eye-substance would inhabit his body.
He wasn't agressiv or specially attached to me, but it makes a coincidence, because at the 25th/26th i criticised some persons in an online discussion, because they believed that persons with parapsycholocical abilities must be without fail, they were like holy men to them. They sounded like religious fundamentalists to me.

On the 1rst march at about 2:30 a.m. i heared the neighbour, who lives above me, shouting.
Three times, two "ae" and one "ou". Then he closed a door of a cupboard loudly.
I've heared such shoutings before, the most likely to this one was when two men were there, one( the older) was sitting in the middle of the room, seems he wasn't moving, facing the window, and then making a single barking noise, that sounded like from beyond of consciousness, while the other was walking around.
I have heared this a few times, always the same.
( of course i could'nt see him, but this was what it sounded like )
Once i heared this from a woman, it was same exept she was doing some sequent barks.
It doesn't sound sexual or so, rather like automaton with malfunktion.
Some weeks ago i once woke up, because the neighbour was "talking" to me, no words, just syllabies, just through the floor, adressed to me. It sounded really dump, then he seemed to be happy.
He still likes to enter his bathroom when i'm in mine, but i haven't heared his prepared door yet, maybe it was just an idea for the stormy days.

When i was on my way to the cheap supermarket, just when i arrived the next bigger street, there was a man who equally moved a tissue thrice below his nose, and then repeated this while looking at me.
He was taller than average, black jacket, blue jeans, and his long hair (i've long hair, too) was grey, despite he was much too young for this. I think below his grey hair there was dark hair.
He was dressed orderly compared to his hair.
Then at a street crossing there was an older man next to me, dressed like a policeman(same green jacket and khaki trousers), but without cap and badges.
In the supermarket it took me somewhat longer when i was standing line up, because two clerks discussed the till, despite they were no newbies (this can happen).
While i was waiting, a remarkable nerved looking black man entered the supermarked, he was older than the usual ones who were attached at me (they were from 20ties to 40ties),
Maybe he used make up, his face seemed to be stylized.
I think this was inspired from the tea-shop were i was, it had this colonialistic style, and they got an antiquated toonish drawing of a black butler there.
(O.k., I've bought there before, maybe once a year.)

old tongue

On the 21 febr, when i bought some food at a small turkish shop, three people were passing outside and looked directly at me.
The first one was a man on a bicycle, he gave me a firm look, his eyes didn't move as if they were glued into his skull.
He looked somewhat if he woud be under water.
The second one was a younger woman on a bicycle, she was wearing kind of combination of cap and scarf, of sand colour, that covered her face, despite it wasn't cold. Looked somewhat oriental.
The third one was an old woman, while she looked at me, she stuck out her tongue and moved it in an obscene way.
When she had passed, it did cost her some effort to move on, because she was so attached to me.
The obscene tongue-thing has been used before, always from people older than me, most of them older than 60, as usual more male than female, maybe two thirds or so.

On the 23rd febr, in the morning, when i was on my was to the baker, at the park, there was someone coming up to me, straight from the side. It was slightly raining, and there was no one else around.
I had to correct my course, to ensure that he would not walk/run into me.
It seems he thought of attacking me.
He wasn't tall, but looked fit, not older than me, short hair. somewhat darker(eyes, hair), olive parka.

When i was at the cheap supermarket that day, a young woman was passing outside. She was black, or partly black (x% ?, fair for a black), it seemed to me that she did not want to walk there, but had to do, she had such an expression in her face.
When i was outside, two or three man, maybe 50 years old, where passing me and looking in a cocky way at me, they were upset in a way, and maybe they thought they should be kind of authority. Maybe lefties.
Someone on the other side of the street said clearly "she is so uneducated, it's a shame !" ("ungebildet").

When i was at a bigger petrol station at that night, there were two black dressed men, petrol-station security.
The one looked similar to that guy in the morning, but taller, and more robust(more than most).
He said, he wanted me to hear this clearly :" you know, they are kanaks"( "kanacken" in german is (mostly) for turkish as the english "nigger" is for black, downlooking but by some of them used themselfes, he said :"weisst du, das sind da so Kanacken").
The way he lookes and speaks he would be a "kanak" himself.
These loudspeaking/directed speaking is often done from someone in companion of another one(or more), so it theoretically could come out of a conversation between them.

painted black

At late afternoon of the 16th febr. i was street down at the supermarket at the corner.
In the supermarket a man came up to me and looked at may face, from the side, as if he would be some kind of guard.
He was bigger than average, glasses, moustache, maybe late 30ties.
Then at the baker in the supermarket there was a black dressed man, obvious a nazi.
He looked like one who does know real guns.
Black leather-jacket, shaved/short black hair, gi-style(nazi style would fit better here, but in general it's called gi-style, i think), maybe at the same age as the one before, looked athletically.
He went out of the supermarked before me, and the one with the moustache followed me, both at the same speed, they did escort me, had taken me into their mid.
The man with the moustache looked again at my face, in the same manner as before.
Someone who walked there looked first at the nazi and then at me, but just in the normal way, to see if i had recognized the nazi.
The nazi stopped at a car at the corner, the man with moustache followed me street up and coughed, to show that he was following.
When i opened the door he passed behind me.
Near midnight of this day two streets from my home, just when i left it, i passed a group of young men, i think they were not older then 20.
When i came close one of them said something, i was not sure if i did understand him, because he glued the words together and said it in a melodic way, more singing than speeking.
I looked at them, they had black faces. The voice was to sound black, but it was just imitating, he said : "areyougayman", in english.
Zhe nearest one said, when i passed him, in the same way :"haltsmaul"(an agressive german "shutup").
They were no blacks, they were black painted whiteys.
About 10 minutes later there was a couple, he said "with white make-up"("weiss geschminkt"), and she laughed.
Then street up there were two males, younger than 20, dressed very orderly, with coats, one was standing there, towards me, when i came closer he put his hands at his trousers and said ." do you want to see something fine"("willst du mal was feines sehen"), so "fein" was to be used in the meaning of "pretty" or so.
He had a thin voice, and at all he was a bad choice for this kind of harassment.
Maybe i am somewhat dulled because of all these tauntings and intimidations, i had to make a laughing grunt.
When i had passed him he kicked a stone against other stones, making some noise, there were stones for decoration.
In the night when i was at home the loud spoken word outside was something with"1000 €uro profit"

About every second time when i was out, there was a "sniffer", when i'm just out 15 minutes or so, someone is there. Some of them were right-extremists.
One of the "sniffers" came up towards me, i then turned into the side-street, to go home, he then also turned into the street, crossed the street to set himself in front of me, made his noise and then rung at an entance, then was let in before i passed him.
This was one street-crossing away from home.

Then there were the "it's my life"-singer (in english), on the 16th and 18th (the second during daytime, normally it's during nighttime).
Originally they were singing for fun, a party-gag or so.
It's mostly one person, but sometimes they were two( at least once three).
Then it had been turned into a taunting, by especially doing so at the street-crossing here, once he walked all the street, singing "it's my life" again and again, becoming more and more choleric, and then at the end of the street he stopped and was happy to be able to sing it once normally, because he had successfully dropped all his bad vibrations here.
I thought he is black, but the one who does most of the singing is not, i've seen him on the 18th, with two other people, a man and a woman, seemed the two were not big fans of the singing.
They were migrants, don't know from where.
In the last time it seemed to be a "girlfriend"-theme among the loud-speaking migrants that come here when i'm at home, they were coming up here because my "girlfriend" told them about me, then they couldn't find a girlfriend, then in the morning of the 16th one street crossing from here there was a blonde black dressed woman with an oiled face, that made her look really bitchy, when she looked at me she made a abrupt step, as if she wanted to stop, and on the 18th the loudspeakers said something that there would be another me, in Berlin, as far as i did understood them.
As far as i was able to keep track of this thread.
When people with migration background come up to me it's usually males with darkest black skin, but they do rarely say something.
( with the war and such there were also some muslims focused at me, but also few us-americans, military "theme", some showed up at the 11th sept. '02 )
Many of the speakers show up when i am at home, but at all they make a small part.

On the 19th febr i was at the railway station in the evening and bought me a pizza.
When i was waiting, a black dressed man in his late 40ties came in and passed close to me, despite there was enough space.
He was unschaven, his thin legs were covered with narrow black leather pants, and he moved in a silly overdone stealthy stalking way. Then he called to someoneback back in the station that he didn't had the money for the rings, a woman replied that then they could't marry. Then he walked out in the same silly way.
So he was kind of fun-stalker, a clown to the theme.