optimized outlander

When i had entered the park in the afternoon of the 17th of march, a man with a face that looked like waxed came towards me, he had a much meditative expression. Black jacket, khaki pants, looked like antifa. When i had sit down on a bank, soon a black dressed woman made demonstrativly two shuffling steps when passing me, a lefty.
In the late afternoon at the park a black man crossing my way in some distance stopped when he was i line of me, then looked at me, his chin slightly upwards. A stronger dark bald one with an orange basecap, i decided to change my direction. At the near place( not in sigth of the one before ) a dark black man came towards me, he decided to change his direction, seemed he imitated the curve i had walked when turning before, wich was determined by parking cars. This one was wearing a washed-out purplish jacket. There have also been some people who had an eye on me, maybe martial-artists at about 50 years.

Before noon of the 18th at the near place a man coming towards me moved his mouth to the side, emotionless as well as pronounced, then he took out an unusued tissue. He was presenting it as if it would be an identification card. He was dressed in black, had darker skin, a well-cut moustache that ranged down to his chin, somewhat like the mustache from the one of the 12th/4th, but pointed. He had white beard and hair, but looked vital. In the shopping centre, before i passed a couple, holding each others hand and standing with their backs towards me, the man started to count, and with this swinging their hands. At two i was next to them, at three both made a step forwards, the man was holding his arm next to mine. Because he harassed me i took mine somewhat higher than i would have moved it normally with walking, and with that we both stood next to each other mirrowed in the same position for a moment, he quoted aikido-exercise. Whan i came closer he had turned around for a moment, to estimate this. They did it with ostentation. Both taller than me, he was a big athletic one, wearing a black jacket. So with their so-funny stalking they made a contrast to the dead serious one before.
When i was at an animal enclosure in the afternoon, on my way and back there have been three sniffers, two with bicycles, one dull orange and one intense blue jacket, and a jogger, blue jacket and orange shaded glasses. The one with the blue jacket also made a nosegesture. And another nosegesturer on a bicyle, where the one with the blue jacket had been before. This one had also a blue jacket and was followed by other bycyclists. Age of the jogger i don't know, but others were older than 40, orange jacket had grey hair.
In the early evening someone outside was laughing about me, then supported by a woman, also laughing.

When i was at the cheap supermarket at noon of the 19th, the clerk joked to the ones in line of me "if i would have glasses", didn't hear the context. On my way back there were a man and a woman standing at the market place, talking, looked somewhat like a presentation. The man explained "he didn't get it"( "er hat es nicht verstanden" ) when i passed. He was dressed all in black, much stylish, a used leather coat that was astoundingly straigth, so he couldn't have walked far with this, modern military boots, hooded sweaater(hood on) and orange( like the jogger the day before ) shooter-like shades.

When i had opened my window in the morning of the 20th for airing, a resolute walking man came up the street, sweeping his arms widely, seemed an exercise. Maybe a martial artist, 50 or so, black leather jacket.
When i left the bank in the afternoon, a nosegesturer passed some distance in front of me, at the street, then spitted out. Then there were constantly people attached to me, subliminally paying attention. Zen and/or kung-fu people or so. Some had umbrellas, it wasn't raining, so it seemed that was with another idea in mind. They were about 50 years and had the same walking style. There was a woman, i think i knew her from a training i sometimes had joined, but this time she wasn't greeting. Then on the other side of the streetcrossing a woman came towards me on a bicycle, aping my face-expression. It must be hard for her when she has no opportunity to show how assured she is of herself. But maybe this just didn't happen so often. This was just when i had looked at a child that crossed the street, seemed somehow other people were rotating around. The woman had ample reddish curly hair.

When i was on my way to the railwaystation in the early morning of the 21rst, near the station a man with a cellphone came towards me. I stepped to the side at bigger distance, he immediatly corrected his direction, so he was heading towards me. But then he corrected again, passed me normally. A martial artist, very trained, shaved bald. Kind of sniffer on my way back, a man who repeatedly soaked up his snot when he was in line of me. Have already seen him on my way to the station. Late 40ies, dark hair, mustache, dressed in washed-out blue.
When i left home at noon two men were on the streetcrossing here. They had both the same bowed posture, and a murmuring expression, like in awe. A mystic nazi theme, one was a robust black dressed skinhead, the older one had curly hair. And then some others who had a look at me, lefties or so, two were imitating my face-expression.
When i was sitting in the inner city and drinking a coffee i had bougth at a fat-food-shop, an asian man, maybe japanese, entered the near bank, he was wearing a red jacket. When he came out, towards me, he covered his mouth with his hand, then he was subliminally panicced, so i had to stop moving, because every move would have offended him. Other who passed me while i was drinking coffee were some darker men, all moving the same way, one was carrying something that seemed to be a stick, grapped in the middle, wrapped in paper as bouquets are.

When i got outside in the afternoon of the 22nd, a man walked up the street on the other side, he was followed by a woman, with short distance, at the same speed. The man touched his nosetip with a finger, moving it fastly up and down. Then both looked at me, turned around their heads 90° at the same moment, then looked forwards again, the man repeated the geature. Maybe both late 40ies, the man was dressed in black, wearing a beany, the woman had a bend posture, blue jacket. Later two black teenager, fair complexion, were coming towards me, seemed to be brother and sister, the boy said a louder ironically "for sure"( "ja, klar" ) at some distance. They have been told something about me, but seemed it didn't work properly. When i had passed them a man on a bicycle was coming towards me, he concentrated on showing a concentrated expression, with his eyes. Seemed to be a martial-artist, maybe one of the kung-fu people. His expression had similarity to the one from the 21rst february. I was in the supermarket at a near place, there a bigger skinhead, dark clothing, gave me a slightly sneering look. Among the rigthists it seems to be more common knowledge that also others support the stalking. When i got outside a slim teenage girl was coming towards me, in front of me she abruptly turned around and walked away in the direction she came from. So this was based on aikido, they taugth her to demonstrate symbolic aversion. She had earphones and was wearing striped tights or socks. I crossed the parking place in front of the supermarket, it's on a higher level than the pavement, at the end a man climbed on it with a big step, looking at me. He had a frozen toonish expression, lips widely apart to show upper and lower teeth, presenting a cigar. A rightist, in his 40ies, dark clothing. Then at the lower entrance two men sat on bicycles and passed me, one of them a sniffer. Also rightists.

When i passed the fries-hut at the park in the afternoon of the 23rd, a saleswoman coughed twice, to show that she had seen me. At the end of the park the clerk from the fair-trade-shop crossed the street, the one were i wondered that he looked like a rigthist. I've been there the day before, he didn't look so much like this as on the 19th of january. But now seeing him one day later and after the coughing is also odd, and i think a woman who jobbed at the hut( at the time when a salesman&friends scared me off )is also jobbing at the fair-trade shop. Later twice older men passed me, who didn't move shoulders and arms at all, somewhat spread, the first was wearing a black jacket, somewhat like a fligth jacket, the second one was dressed in black and had a basecap, security-like style. When i arrived again at the park there was a black dressed man walking, fligth jacket, a pale hooded sweater beneath, hood on. Oldschool Autonom. His walking style also fits to this. I've seen him first from behind, he had mummed with a plaid scarf, wearing it over the hood, knotted about in the middle of his head. So he wanted to point out that he had mummed with this, seemed the style of his scarf should make a contrast to the autonomeous.

On the 24th an older clerk in a petrolstation explained for no reason "too long" before he scanned my article. Then he forgot to give me a banknote for change, i had to ask.
In the afternoon a family, couple, child and perambulator, scurryed around a corner, the man whispered "one cannot say"( "kann man nicht sagen" ). Seemed they had been waiting there, they moved as a sneaky unit.

At about 2am of the 25th i woke up from tinnitus. I already heared when i was sleeping, it became extremely loud, then less, like the peak of a wave. Just when i woke up the one above me turned the regulator of his heater, then snored. He had obviously laid down on the floor above me, from there i never heard this before.
Before i arrived at the bank in the afternoon, a sniffer on a bicycle passed me. He did so when he was next to me, i then looked to the side. This was what he'd expected, he abruptly turned around and looked at me, so he got me. He then stopped in front of the bank, i passed him. When i got ouside he was still standing there in the same position. In his thirties, olive-grey jacket, woolen beany. Then i was walking to the cheap supermarket, opposite there was a man sitting on the ground, next to the stair of an entrance. He looked somewhat like out of it, i've first seen his head from behind, but then looked at him, he was staring to nowhere. Next to him there was a bottle of yellow lemonade. There are sometimes homeless, so maybe he was one of them. I decided to enter the shop, if he would still look like this later, maybe i should ask him. When i left the supermarket a green police-bus had arrived, and two police-men were heading towards him. I was watching them for a moment, they asket him for passport, he turned his head around. On my way back the black-dressed blonde man with mustache passed me near the baker, he had shown up on the 4th and 12th march. This time he had fixed eyes, like glass. But he wasn't heading towards me, don't know if he just wanted to be seen, or if this was because another man wondered about this.
When i was at a stationery shop in the late afternoon, a older female clerk loudly explained to another one some distance away "lecker" when i entered, wich sounded like "the licker", but because of the circumstances one would decide that the meaning must be "tasty". When i arrived back at home, less than two hours after the police-bus had arrived at the cheap supermarket, there was a police-bus of the same colours parking at the streetcrossing here. Two policemen and a -woman were waiting at an entrance to be let in.

When i was in the shopping centre at noon of the 26th, a very energetically fast coordinated man passed me and tipped at his cheek. Somewhat darker complexion, maybe arabian. There have been more blacks around than usual, three of them were older man who had similarity. One of them stopped and looked at me when he was in line of me, at some distance. He had an angry face-expression, and i couldn't know if he's always looking like this or if this was about me.
When i was outside in the late afternoon there were many black dressed lefties around, i think at least half of the people within 20 minutes. One with a bicycle and a cellphone explained "and now, where's the € ?"( "und wo ist er nun, der Euro" )when he was next to me. Maybe that was something that didn't work properly, sounded as if he really wanted an explanation from the one he was phoning.

Near the park, before noon of the 27th, a man shouted an "ai" towards me, like a kiai, using his french bulldog as a plea. In the park a jogger vehemently snuffled out.
In the afternoon a man outside explained to another one "there he is".
When i arrived back at home a couple passed in front of the entrance, coming towards me the woman explained something, acting as complicated person or so "a-also eigentlich nicht, aber jetzt irgendwie schon". The woman was blonde, the man had shaved hair and a basecap, both dressed in black, looked like security-uniforms.
In the late afternoon i had sudden pain, this time strong enough that i had to lay down where i was standing. I waited till it was over, then i was at the cheap supermarket. When i was standing in line there an energetically man, the intrinsic hype, appeared outside. He reminded me one of the leaders, the most open of them. He had even the same haircut as when it started. He then entered, i think he stood behind me soon, think i've seen his jacket from the corner of my eye. He wasn't focusing on me as stalkers normally do, so i thougth it must have been a similarity, but could also have been so obvious that i didn't got it. On my way back some people looked at me, somehow astounded.
Haven't seen the trained clerk there yet.

When i was walking to the baker street down in the morning of the 28th, a man came towards me, he made small steps and had an ill face-expression, but it was obvious that it was acting and fun for him. Some distance later i looked back at him, he had turned around and was following now. A tall man in his 50ies, long blonde curly hair, dressed in black, seemed to be kind of martial artist. Then a man got out of an entrance directly in front of me, he wasn't fast, so i passed him. He was dressed in black, hat a shoulder bag somewhat similar to mine, and black vans-sneakers with white wave-logo and soles. His clothing looked orderly and new. At the end there was another man who was dressed the same across the street, exept he had black soles and no shoulder bag. This one was somewhat darker, turkish background or so.
When i was outside at noon a sniffer on a bicycle came towards me in front the park. He then copiously sweeped below his nose. He had a well-cut dark mustache. When i had crossed the street at the park a man on a bicycle came towards me, covering his mouth with his hand. Then he took it away and presented the mouth-expression he already had. Open and as far as it could go stretched to the sides, showing many equally upper teeth. The teeth were specially yellow, he'd used something to colour them, maybe safran.
When i was outside in the early afternoon at the same streetcrossing there was a girl with a bicycle waiting at the other side. She smiled at me, i did also. Much younger than me, think below 20, but at least 16. A black one, dressed in black, a lefty. Immediatly when i had crossed the street a man with a bicycle turned in front of me, so i had to slow down. He had a concentrated hostile expression. Maybe arabian background. Later there was a man standing in front of a house in a bigger empty street. Didn't see his face from the front, but seemed to be a martial arts-teacher who had stalked me before, an older bearded one with longer hair. Think i described him the last time when i was buying fast food at the park and he repeatedly passed in front of the window. Now he was standing there, relaxed but somewhat like a figure. He had a cigarette, maybe he wasn't smoking but acting as someone who does.
When i was outside in the late afternoon, there was a child, a girl, standing in front of a store. She looked very immersed, maybe writing sms or so. She had a symmetrical face and with the way she was standing she reminded me christian figures. I had to smile for a moment. Trapped ! When i looked forwards again the woman from the 20th march crossed in front of me on a bicycle, staring at me with a gaping face. She wanted me to insert a reaction for this, again she looked like whatever, superior and likes herself. The one with the ample curly reddish hair. When i arrived at a supermarket at a near place( same as 22nd), there was a couple standing next to the entrance, and next to them a child, in a somewhat similar way to the one before. When i looked at it the man said "lecker"( "tasty/licker" ), as the clerk from the 25th of march. When i was standing in line at the till where the drinks are the man in front of me asked "so here i can(also) pay the normal wares, here's a breach to the (other)shop ?"( "hier kann ich also auch die normalen Sachen bezahlen, hier ist dann ein Durchbruch zum (Laden)" ). So he sounded somewhat confuse, but to answer his question if he can pay other things than drinks at the till i said :yes. He then loudly said, his leaned back head, turning "oh how uneducated i am !"(" ich bin ja so ungebildet "). He had a very orderly short blonde haircut, was wearing a wide scarf and a black jacket and looked much conservativly, was in his 20ies. So this was obviouly a harrasment, somehow i felt that the guy needed it, something was lacking. Outside the shop he was waiting with another person at a car, watching me.

When i was walking on the 29th, in the early afternoon on the eastside a man came towards me, walking in the middle of the narrow pavement. He wasn't fast and was looking on the ground in front of him, ignoring anything else, he looked immersed. So i stepped to the side. Seemed it was important for him to stay in the middle, and one shouldn't disturb him because of his so peaceful expression. He had somewhat darker complexion, in his 20ies, camouflage pants. On my way back a dark black child, maybe eigth years old, crossed my way, he was looking at me and smiling. He was irritating, because he looked at me as directly as possible, and was holding his expression constantly. He didn't expect a reaction, but was turning his head when he'd passed, still looking, it was like a presentation, as much smile as possible. These direct eyes, no motion in the face at all, attached at me. So cultural differences have some effect, but this was so magnetic, i wondered. Later an especially serious and concentrated man passed me with a bicycle, somewhat darker complexion. The last one of them was a man waiting at a streetcrossing, i've seen him from behind. He was wearing a black hooded coat, maybe new, hood on, blue trousers, sneakers. He was moving his fingers, he was a black one, it had a subliminally agressive expression. After he'd crossed the street he took of his hood with both hands, a naturally here-i-am presentation.
In the early afternoon an all-in-black dressed man passed me, maybe i knew him once from dojo. Didn't look at me, but passed me closely. His clothing looked new, was tasty fashionable, lefties catwalk. Somewhat gothic style, and a black medieval cap. It's long slim "tail" was hanging down to his left side. Was wearing black vans-sneakers, with this he was quoting the two in the morning the day before. If he was this it was hardly his idea.

When i was in the bank at noon of the 30th, a woman entered. She did remind me someone, but i'm really not sure. Could have been the partner of the one from the 27th, if he was it. She's also one of them. I was walking to the railwaystation, in front of it some rigthists, i think five, two skins among them, passed me. They were all walking next to each other, when close one explained "ich wurde schon mal einsgemacht", sounding somewhat stupid. Maybe this should have been double meaning, "eingemacht" for beaten up, and the other could have been ironically, in contrast to entzweien->separated, or so. Then, surprise, when i was at the baker, a man was standing next to me, with his female partner, he made a sniffing noise, the defined basic one, and was sweeping bleow his nose with his forefinger. Then he made some more sniffings, that sounded somewhat more naturally. Also looked at me, maybe it seemed more like someone who wanted a deal instead a harassment. When i was outside there was a black man standing at the taxis, showing his profile, didn't move much and looked straigthforward. Before i passed he spitted out, so then i walked on the ground he had spitted on. He was wearing a cowboy-hat and mirrored pilot-shades, usually not weak, maybe in his 40ies. Could have been an us-soldier.
When i was outside in the afternoon, in front of a place in the pedestrian zone, two teenage girls turned in with a wider consistent curve, sligthly accelerating, one explained ironically "but i haven't done anything"( "aber ich habe doch gar nichts getan" ). On the place a man came towards me, he moved as if he would be ill. In the moment i looked away he was running, three fast steps, to show that this was acting. Then a man passed me who said "int-sport", with underlining on the "int". Wanted to sit in the park here, but there was someone doing tai-chi-exercise between the trees, usually from the near martial arts school. I had my experiences with them, also in the park, so i decided to leave. Later i was sitting at another place in the park, eating something. When i had finished and stood up, three people passed me. The man said something like that "he"(me) would assume that he should know him(me), then made two stomping steps when he was behind me. Maybe late 50ies.
When i was walking to the inner city in the late afternoon, there were three black woman sitting an banks on a place, somewhat spread. One of them had passed me the last time i was outside, with a bicycle, she concentrated to hold a serious furrowed brow, as before. Another one was facing me, next to her there was a dark black child. I didn't look at them directly, because it was obvious that they would usually do some acting. The child had about the same colour as the magnetic smiling one the day before. When i was coming closer the woman clearly explained "he says, if i'm coming too, then it's o.k."( "er sagt, wenn ich dann auch komme ist es o.k." ). Sounded like a comment about abuse, and also if the child would be her superior. Don't know if they really had the idea to use the child as fake-leader. At another place i passed a man who was sitting there with closed eyes, looked somewhat like meditating, and had a similar expression to my (dead) brother. He was wearing a sweater that had similarity to one i had as a child. At the next streetcrossing there was a man with a bicycle, wearing a sweater that had also similarity, he made mouth-noise when i passed. This time there have been more blacks around than average.

In the inner city before noon on the 31rst a rigthist passed me, a big trained skinhead with camouflage pants and black sweatshirt. With the timing it was usually one of them. Not much later there was another one who looked like a rigthist, blonde gi-haircut, newish black sweatshirt with something printed on it in big white letters, one word was "left"( "links" ), so maybe it was a political joke.
On my way to the cheap supermarket in the afternoon, when i had crossed the next bigger street a man who was dressed as fashion-version for extreme conservatives passed me, seemed to be a rigthist, also the way he moved. Not much later a bald shaved man on a bicycle passed me, he looked into my eyes, i knew him somewhat about ten years ago, but he didn't look friendly. A lefty, gay, seemd he was imitating my face-expression. Beneath his jacket he was wearing a brigth orange zipped sweater. So he looked like buddhistic pop. Just when i had crossed the market place a younger man, maybe lefty, came towards me on a bicycle. He looked into my eyes, so i looked in his. The look. Then he blinked an it's-o.k.. At the next sidestreet a young man with an mtb started to ride on his backwheel when he was some distance away, heading towards me, so i had to recognize him. He was followed by a girl on a bicycle, dressed fashionable lefty, 10 years old. Maybe his sister. On my way back from the supermarket three girls, also about ten and dressed in lefty faschion, came out of a shop, nearly run into me. This was about there where the girl on the bicycle came towards me before. Just when i had passed them and looked forward again there was a man on a bicycle coming towards me, he looked at me. I knew him, maybe till '90, a lefty, gay. I give it a chance that they had the idea to present him somehow as themselves, but he's nothing like that. At the near side-street a dark black with rastas turned in with a bicycle. At the near place a robust bald black crossed the street, he turned his head and looked at me. It was as if he wanted an explanation, he was obviously there because of me. I could live without this, however it's better than bullying.
When i was outside in the late afternoon, a group of kids passed me at the park. They were all predolescent, some younger than ten. They were talking, one said "i know some (girls), you can do anything with them exept fingering" and one said something like "get into bed with them"( "kannst alles mit den(Mädchen)machen, ausser fingern...ins Bett kriegen" ). Also with the way they were talking it was obviously scripted conversation, paedo-humour.
When i was at a petrolstation in the evening, the man in front of me was a heavy-boned man with very hairy lower arms. He knew the clerks. Not much later a man on a bicycle passed me, he had extremely furry black brows, they didn't look naturally.

When i got outside in the afternoon of the 1rst of april, a man who was standing behind a bus before showed up, coming in my direction. So the idea was to appear surprisingly, he could see me through the windows before. A black one, at least in his 50ies, wearing a new coat. Think i've seen him before in the park, but i'm not sure if he's someone who did nothing before, or someone who shouted at me and had mad eyes. Among the black they had no older ones the most time. In the park i smiled at a woman who was coming towards me, because she looked nice, she did then also. She had a cellphone, when she passed she said "are you ill" and something about going to a medic, and it sounded as if she was repeating what she was told. A slender black one, her new black coat and jeans fitted like bespoken, was wearing chucks. So she was dressed similar to others in the recent days, would like to know if the clothings are a reward. Then someone at the fries-hut shouted an "outlander/foreigner"( "Auslaendeeer" ) across the big meadow, as loud and as long as possible. Really long, maybe he is a musician. It was a dark black man with rastas, he was dressed in white, kaftan and trousers. He was marking their territory. He was there with some children, with his walking style he showed that he's doing chi-exercise, consistantly and with ostentation, it's like a parade. I've seen him last year, doing so while playing frisbee on the meadow, he was all the time moving like this, every moment, and also focusing on other players, they wondered, then he did on me, across the meadow, i was sitting at a good distance to him.
So now there have been three or four days with the idea of someone they maybe could present as a leader instead of themselves( holy child, name similarity, guru ).
When i was outside in the early evening it was sligthly raining, empty streets. In the pedestrian zone there were some black people at the streetcrossing. Just when i had passed them two women, maybe late 50ies, fastly came towards me from the side, one hissed "that's him"( "das ist er" ). Short distance later the next person who passed me was a man wearing a blue jacket, he soaked up snot.

Have described most.

formation counter

When i arrived at the baker in the morning of the 3rd of march, there was a younger man who blinked at me as if he would know me, causing me to do also. Sportive person, short hair, tanned skin. On my way back a little asian boy came towards me, that way that i couldn't know if he would decide to head directly towards me. Then he stopped at the streetcrossing( side-street, no cars driving ) and put both hands at his ears, very fast, and stood there with this posture. It looked cute, because he was small, but on the other hand as if he had been told to do so. He had a blue beany, wich made a plea for the exercise( he didn't move it, but where he put his hands would have been typically for this ), and was wearing a yellow jacket.
The next time i was outside, in the afternoon, a younger asian looking woman touched her head like a military greeting when she passed me in the park. She wasn't holding her hand there, instead she moved her arm at consistent speed to the head and immediatly back, fast but demonstrativly coordinated, a chi-exercise. When i had left the park a black dressed man with a blonde gi-haircut came diagonally across the street towards me, causing me to step to the side. He was holding his hand below his nose and made a sniffing noise.
In the early evening a dark dressed woman on a bicycle came towards me, showing a pain-grimace.

When i was on my way to the baker in the early evening of the 4th, i had to hurry somewhat when i crossed the street there, because a man on the pavement insisted on keeping his speed and didn't react on me at all. When i was in front of him he coughed overdone loudly, he was nasty and was shooing me. He was a taller man, dressed similar to me. In the baker there was a black dressed man who demonstrativly moved his feet as it's done in aikido, shuffling with his steps to ensure that i would get it. He then walked some steps in front of the showcase, attached to me, awase. He had longer fair blonde hair, and a mustache like Asterix. Maybe late 40ies, but his voice sounded much younger.
When i was outside in the late afternoon i've seen conspicious more asians than usual. At the end a black/dark dressed lefty who had stalked me before( i mentioned this at record shop )passed me, bad mood and small bowed down mouth.

When i was at a petrolstation in the late evening of the 5th, a couple passed me in front of it. The woman was asian-looking, she explained with irony "he's so communicative", fastly speaking. In the petrolstation there was a black dressed customer at each till, to the left a man with a bleached longer punkish haircut and a rhomb-quilted jacket, to the rigth a man with short hair, who turned around and looked at me. I think they were from eskrima( edit: have seen one of them on the 19th of may, he was not ) .
I was at another petrolstation at nigth, the person in line of me was a woman, maybe 50, with an old shepherd-dog. She was dressed in black and was wearing a rhomb-quilted coat similar to the jacket of the one before.

Before noon on the 6th i was at the post, to refuse a packet, because otherwise i would have to pay twice, a misunderstanding. The female clerk showed me the packet, despite i already refused, and asked me "you want have him ?"( "wollen sie den haben ?" ), so i repeated, then she said "so he will be send back, as he is"( "dann geht er so wie er ist zurück" ). So she used a masculin article, despite packet/Paket would be neutrum. According to the ware inside it would be rigth.
My neighbour above me made stepping-exercise in the afternoon, repeatedly a sequence of fast steps on his carpetless floor, the final one somewhat louder than the other. I then turned on music, not much later i got outside.
In the evening i heared sounds of wood hitting wood somewhare near, like relaxed eskrima practice.

In the early morning of the 7th i had already problems with health before i got outside, my neighbour above me showed with two barking shouts that he got it.
On my way to the baker at the park a man passed me who had some similarity with my lawyer, he was carrying a dark holdall, like the two on the 25th of febr. In the baker there was a man sitting, drinking coffee, a martial artist. Very present, he could usually get up fastly every moment.
At nigth on my way to a petrolatation two men, younger than 20, came towards me, one rolled up a sleeve, like a junky, explaining"he said i would be mad"( "er hat mir einen Vogel gezwigt" ). He was wearing dark sunglasses and a wrapped blue bandana, dressed up as 80ies crip.

Early on the 8th i was at a petrol-station, near it there were two or three groups of people, seemed they were drunk, but all that similar stupified that it looked more like an interpretation of alcohol.
Before noon on i was at the post for a packet( another one ). It got stuck at the german customs for ~10 days, they released it only on request, seemed they just forgot it.
When i got outside in the afternoon two children with bamboo-staffs walked up the street, always hitting the ground and fences and such. It looked more naturally than the boy from the 2nd, but obviously quoting that.
When i was in the park about one hour later i passed a man with a cellphone, he twice loudly said the (nick)name of someone who has been one of my neighbours ten years ago. The man with the phone was sportive, maybe 30, migration background, track pants and sneakers, dark jacket. Later i heared someone saying "there he is"( "das ist er" ), just as loud that i got it. At a place two men in their 20ies, both shaved heads, came towards me. Still some distance away one of them smiled at me, exposing a dark spot at the teeth on his left upper side, i think they were painted black so it looked as if they were missing. He was wearing a black leather jacket and tigth chlored jeans, the other one was wearing a white sweater and wide khaki pants, wich made a contrast to the punkish style of the other, who was probably dressed up. Taunting rigthists. In a side-street two women with a dog stopped when they were directly in front of me, because of a man with another dog. Despite they obviously didn't know him they extensively repeated the name of his dog towards theirs, wich was also the name of someone who was my friend till '01. Near home two man came flushing out of an entrance, one of them explained "i see"( "ach so" ), without context. "ach so" is a comment that has been subliminally used before.
When i left home in the evening three man came down the street, one explained "but he had never looked like this"(" aber er sah ja auch nie so aus" ), wich was about jeans and teeth, another one laughed. At a petrol-station i was the only customer there, a black-dressed security man in front of it ordered me to put my bicycle few meters to the side, away from the entrance, just to give an order.

When i was in front of a laundry in the late afternoon of the 9th, the one who showed up one the 12th of febr( eye ), and also the 22nd( same street-crossing as now ) was waiting on the other side, with a street-bicycle. I look at him, expecting that he would symbolise his reason, but he ignored me, then met with a child, a little girl with inline-skates, there. Inside the laundry a man who had been calm before made a sniffing noise when he passed, then loudly closed the door to show that he was angry.
In the early evening i passed three men who were standing at a bulky waste, somewhat bowed down at it. The tallest one of them had an aikido-like stance, it looked as if they had crossed the wide street because of the waste, and then didn't move since they arrived. The taller one then explained that he had met with a "Paul", who wanted to "ship in"( "der wollte( bei mir )einschiffen" ), but he disgusted him. He used an insider-word( don't remember ) for that, seemed they had routine with this. He named his earning " he was confused as well as offended"( "er war verwirrt und beleidigt" ). Finally he decided" so, now we have to move on"( "so, wir müssen weiter" ), showing that it was acting, that they were organized and he was superior to the other two. He was articulating as demotic mob.

On my way to a baker at the park, in the early morning of the 10th, a man came towards me on the pavement, he had his arms and hands tensioned, i couldn't look at his face. He was tall, wearing an orange jacket, and his curly long blonde hair could have been a peruke. At each side-street before and behind him there was a car turning in in the same way, that i didn't know if they would let me pass or not, then they let me pass. The first was black, the second white.
When i was outside in the evening, the first person was a man who came out of an entrance at the end of the street, when i passed there. He was jogging across the street towards a dark car that was waiting, it was noticeable that he was trained, he had tension on the muscles of his upper torso, and his arms were somewhat spread sidewards, giving him a rounder shape. He was wearing a red track-jacket with white stripes across his upper arms, and an asian character on his back, with the word "kukri" below. Later on a wider street a loud banger exploded on the traffic island to my rigth, i looked there, there were three young men, obviously it was fun to them, they had waited till they were in line with me. One of them had a crate of beer-bottles. They were standing there and looking towards me. The next one coming towards me was a small asian, probably japanese, man wearing a black jacket, then a friendly looking man on a bicycle, then two mostly black dressed men with a bottle of beer each, lefties, one explained "shit...i don't know how to get in"( "scheisse...wie man da wohl reinkommt" ). This was a joke to him.

When i walked to a petrolstation at nigth, early on the 11th, at a wider streetcrossing a police car in front of me turned in, but not in the street, instead into a parallel footpath that was separated from the street by a fence and led along a meadow. On my way back the police car( usually the same ) arrived at the streetcrossing from the same direction as before( so it circulated), then turned around at the traffic island and slowly drove back in the direction it came from. I then decided to take side-streets, hoping not to see this sneaky car again. But seemed this was what they expected. When i had turned in the next sidestreet the policecar passed at the end of it. Then four policemen with flashligths came towards me, lightening the wall behind me, showing cautious behaviour. At the front of the house there was a long tape hanging, probably from a video, also on the pavement i was walking on, as for decoration. The first cop was athletic with gi-like haircut, he said "there from above"( "von da oben" ). At the end of the short street two police-busses were parking. I always hoped to see how it would look like when police is finding evidence, in real.
The next time i was outside i was at the baker in the early morning. The next one who entered behind me was a policeman.
Then i was outside near midnigth, a man came running towards me across the street, when he came closer he turned in the lane, without looking in this direction before, as if he would turn because he had to move like a vehicle. So as pedestrian-vehicle he complemented to the vehicle-pedestrian before. The street there was also sparated from the path/pavement by a low metal-fence, as it was where the car turned. He was athletic, also weigt-trained, had dark hair and a gi-haircut, similarity with the first policeman. With his posture he overstated his upper body somewhat. He was dressed in black, his trousers were of a synthetic material conforming to his jacket, so it looked like a uniform, like security.

When i arrived at the baker in the early morning of the 12th, the man with the asterix-mustache from the 4th left. He was again dressed in black, his clothing had some similarity with that of the lane-runner at nigth.
At noon a couple with a perambulator came towards me in front of the town-hall. The woman said "this is awkward"( "das ist ja unangenehm" ), then looked at me, expecting. The woman had darker hair, khaki jacket, the man was bigger and had shaved hair, looked at the ground, maybe he was'nt sure if the stalking would make sense.

In the early evening of the 13th, when i was at the cheap supermarket, there was some subliminal presence, martial artists. One of them was a man who entered a house at a corner at the near place, he was wearing a basecap, dark shorts, red chucks and a similar orange jacket as the one from the 10th.
When i was outside in the evening i was walking towards a group of people when i crossed the next wider street. Somehow they looked strange, a woman among the last explained clearly "he is wounded" ("er ist verwundet") when i passed. They were keeping formation. They didn't move in a military way, instead they made smaller steps and had short distance to the others, their moves had determined limits, but within that appeared naturally. From topview the group must had the shape of a wide arrow or pointer. Usually more than ten, but i don't think more than twenty. Not much later a man at a streetcrossing looked at me as if he would know me, maybe early 50ies, could have been an artist.

In the early morning of the 14th i was walking on the pavement, and a man came towards me on the street. When he was next to me he said "there's devilscousin coming"( "da kommt Teufelsvetter" ). There was no one except me this could have been adressed at. He had darker shorter hair, athletic, usaually a martial artist, maybe from the near school. Then street down a black dressed man came towards me on the pavement, he walked as if he would have problems with his hip, but consistent. He had dark skin but wasn't black, already greyish hair, his eyes nearly closed and was wearing white newish sneakers. In his rigth hand he was holding a plastic bag, the way it reminded glue-sniffing.
Before noon i was at a medic, think i had good luck with this one, he just ripped of something nasty.
When i got outside an overweigthed man came out of the building on the opposite side of the street and stood in the entrance there. When i passed he made a sniffing noise. I've seen him before, he's distributing newspapers. In the near bigger street a man came towards me, he grasp his crotch. He had a definitive rum blossom, red and also the shape, despite he was in his 20ies. It looked too shapey, big and red, so it was probably the work of a make-up artist. He was wearing a black leather jacket. With his hair and the way he moved he quoted the one who had already been modelled on the 17th of january. Short distance later a skinhead, a rigthist, came towards me across the street, not much older than twenty, but robust, trained. He was wearing a black t-shirt and khaki camouflage-pants, he just passed me. He had similarity with the one from the 1rst, now this was opposite the supermarket.

In the early afternoon of the 15th two dark non-blacks came towards me, one presented his upper teeth in a disgusted way, grimacing. At the next streetcrossing a man with short shaved hair was waiting at a traffic ligth with his bicycle. He repeatedly furrowed his brow as much as possible, as an exercise(One who became their mobbing-subleader in the next big town did this also). He was dressed in blue, was wearing a goretxjacket, trousers had about the same tone. On the low bridge there was a dark skinned non-black musician who greeted me friendly, showing his big upper teeth. Looked really friendly. Seemed two men, a black and a non-black darker one, who then came towards me were watching me, analyzing, but they didn't want me to get it. The black was wearing an olive jacket.

On my way to the petrolstation at midnigth, already on the 16th, there was a nosegesturer. At the petrolstation in line of me there was a grey-haired black dressed man who bougth three bottles of beer, i think he had been already in line of me in a supermarket on the 15th, buying two bottles of beer.
At about 1:20am i heared someone repeatedly shouting outside, always causing hall-effect on the wet street and walls. I then listened to them, they were five people, among them a woman, standing in the entrance diagonally across the street. Continuing with hall-effect one explained "i'm not black, i'm blue"( "ich bin nicht schwarz, ich bin blau"; blau=drunk in german ), then "it's called: i'm coloured" ( "das heisst: ich bin farbig" ), they continuously escorted their comments with laughing. Then "where's ... residing, we can sue him(/report him to the police)"( "wo wohnt...wir können ihn anzeigen"; ...=name much similar to mine ). So this was to list the people who had been send on the 15th. Then some words at normal loudness, if they would meet somewhere, one was waiting for a car. Finally one explained "you are dipshit"( "du bist ein Penner" ). For a while a car with a running engine was waiting there.
When i was at a petrolstation one hour later the loudspeaker outside was humming loudly. I sayed to the clerk that it nearly sounded like exploding soon. Some distance behind me one of two men at a car immediatly commented with a sarcastic"cause i'm so funny"( "weil ich so lustig bin" ).
When i got outside in the morning the first person i've seen was a serious looking man in a bad mood, black jacket, who crossed the street towards the entrance where the five had been standing at nigth. When i was in the bank a man entered, moving his legs only by turning the hip, walking in a stilting way, as an exercise. His hair was nearly orange and he was wearing glasses with a black frame. He reminded me a martial artist, haven't seen him with glasses, the hair now seems to be toned. And some actors who was subliminal this time, including an astounding well-moving tiny child in scouting-posture.
When i was outside before noon a jogger rolled up a sleeve, that it reminded junkies, like the one from the 7th. When i was jogging a short distance myself this was immediatly commented by a complaining cough from the other side of the street.

Have described nearly all of them.

exchanging small cars

When i entered the near supermarket in the afternoon of the 20th of febr, someone next to me was demonstrativly piping.
When i was in the bank in the early evening, among others there were two men, one was leaning on a statement printer. The other one was wearing a grey sweater, hood on, and he firmly looked into my eyes. Exept the sweater beneath the opened jacket both were dressed in black. The one with the sweater seemed to have shaved hair, the other one had shorter dark. When i passed them he made a step backwards, he'd obviously been waiting to do so, so i had to step to the side when i was between them. Could have been rigthist. When i arrived at home a man wearing the same jacket as me passed behind me when i opened the door. He had shorter dark hair and a know-it-all expression. Maybe a rightist.

At about 4:30am on the 21rst someone outside made a loud farting noise with his mouth, towards my window, it nearly sounded as if he would be in my room.
Before i passed the bank in the afternoon, there was a young man at the corner, he was dressed like the one with the grey hooded sweater in the bank, the day before, also hood on. Exept he was wearing white sneakers, the one the day before was wearing black shoes or boots. This one now was a slender and somewhat taller person, darker complexion. He smiled, maybe he felt stupid for walking there because he was told to do so. In front of the bank there was another man with again the same grey hooded sweater and a black jacket, but not hood on. He was wearing blue jeans, was'nt tall but a sportive person, dark hair and a short beard. The constellation was similar to the one of the tissued on the 15th.
In the later afternoon a man fastly took his hands out of his pockets and rotated them around each other, when i passed him. He used me as a trigger to train his reflexes. He had dark hair, ponytail, and was wearing a black leather jacket. Maybe a rigthist. When i passed the near martial arts school there wasn't much space on the pavement, because some people were coming towards me, and a man was standing there. The man had a stiff body and stepped to the side by using his other foot like a hinge, as if he would be a door( the german word for bouncer/door steward is Türsteher, the doorstanding ). He concentrated on tightening his face by drawing back all his muscles, his version of a facelift. He was wearing a black hooded sweater with a word printed on it, think it was one of the martial arts-styles there. Seemed the one with the rotating hands before was adumbrating that they had someone at the school.
Half an hour before midnigth a man came down the street here, was loudly explaining, i understood "i go out every day", seemed he was posing what my situation is, he was speaking in english and had an overdone german accent, as pupils have in the beginning, and sounded nasty.

In the afternoon of the 22nd the "animal-eye"-man from the 12th passed me when i was on my way back from the cheap supermarket. Their clerk didn't show up this time.
When i was at a petrolstation at nigth a man asked me what the name of the street there was. On my way back at the near place a man with a cellphone came towards me from the side, he said "where i am here"( "wo bin ich hier" ). He was wearing an earthy orange jacket.

Just when i had left home in the morning of the 23rd, a smaller car of a violet blue colour turned in the street here. I think it had about the size, and also shape and colour, of the one from the 12th. Despite the look the engine was loud, sounding used/older, and got louder when it turned, some irony. When i arrived back a man with two dogs hurried to cross the street, when i had opened the door the younger dog turned, sniffing in the entrance. The man said "we don't want that". Maybe sniffing dogs.
When i was outside in the afternoon there was a sniffer(=made a sniffing noise), a younger woman on a bicycle. At the low bridge there was a black man who gave me a an offended and accusating look, short distance later there was a fair black man with long rastas, he was bicycling and also gave me a look. He was holding his head below the heigth of mine, staring at me in a ugly hostile way, kind of braindead. Later a man wearing a palestinian scarf and sunglasses passed, he had a specially confirmed i-am-so-smart expression, a rigthist. There have also been other rigthist who had a similar expression, but at him it was strongest, and more blacks than usual.
The next time i was outside a bigger skinhead wearing a black jacket passed me, he had his chin somewhat higher, was trained to show superiority with the way he was walking. A catwalk for the masterrace. In the next street there was a hunchbacked walking man, staring into nothing with his fixed blue eyes, looking artificially dumb. He was wearing an olive green parka with the german flags on the sleeves.

When i left home in the afternoon of the 24th a man with a thick book of yellow dictionary-colour passed, it's the second time he does so with this book. He insisted on keeping his walking speed with an upset expression, so i let him pass before pedaling. Later a couple on bicycles came towards me, they were both dressed in about the same colours as me. The woman was talking, sounded normally, the man in front of her was hostile staring at me, grimacing. His eyes had an about rectangular shape, his mouth to the side, awry chewing.
When i entered the park in the late afternoon a dark black man was leaving. He was wearing the same jacket as me. I was bicycling, as usual, and he was aping the way i prevent my pants from getting into the chainwheel by doing it at both legs, despite he was walking.
When i arrived at a petrolstation in the evening a woman left, she was dressed almost like me, but had a coat that was like my jacket.

At noon of the 25th there was a man with shaved head, wearing a dark blue baseballjacket wit white sleeves, coming towards me in the next bigger street. He did remind me someone who had some rigthist tendencies, and maybe succeeded to become a real rigthist. But i'm not sure, it's too long ago. He had a dark holdall with him. At a streetcrossing at the near place there were some, three or four, people walking in line, mostly dressed in black, an older woman was wearing a wide scarf of an intense red. Then a young woman with bleached rastas passed me, after waiting at the traffic ligth. She was also dressed in black, exept black-and white striped leggins, and the same red scarf. When i was sitting in the park a man on a bicycle passed me, he had his mouth opened and was pointing at the upper teeth on his left side. He was wearing dark clothes, maybe he was in his early 40ies.
In the afternoon there was a bigger man coming towards me, he blinked at me as if he would know me, could also have been sexual. He was blonde and wearing a camouflage jacket. Later a man on a bicycle, dark clothes, aped me yawning, with good timing. Maybe a martial artist, a taller man with a lanky face. In the pedestrian zone i passed a man standing near the taxis, he had a holdall in each hand, his lower face was covered by kind of thick turtle neck, but with a zipper, could have been part of his too big jacket, wich made a contrast to the visible part of his head, seemed to be a gaunt person. He had watery eyes, looked like a symbol for deep-sea diver, and if something had gone wrong. He reminded me someone i knew, but cannot say with half a face and dressed that way, and about ten years ago. I bougth something at the fair-trade shop near home, when i was back it came into my mind that the female clerk could have been one of the persons at the hut in the park, when they had banned me there.
In the early evening at the end of the street here, near the record shop, there were two cars, seemed that an accident happened. Both were parking on the street, and police was there. There was some distance between the cars, so they had moved after this. A man and a policemen were investigating the a door of the dark( the other was blueish and smaller )car, from my distance i've seen nothing at all, the policemen said "one is always thinking something happened"( "man denkt ja immer da passiert was" ). If a car gets hit at the side, and then both cars in this are parking the way that they make a hindrance for the traffic on two streets, while waiting for the police, one should think that this would have had an effect on the cars. So the situation looked odd. One policemen was waiting near this, standing directly in front of a wall without moving. He joined the others when one said his name, starting to move as if he had been activated. Before this i haven't noticed him.

At midnigth, already the 26th, i bougth something at a fast-food shop next to a petrolstation. The cleks took out the till when i was waiting, for a moment it seemed they were presenting it like a pizza. When i had got the food one loudly asked where one of the other clerks would be, the answer was at the toilet. Then they started cleaning, spatting cleanser on the ground near the till. But they sounded normally to me, exept loud for that theme in a food shop.
( I was in the cheap supermarket at noon, their clerk didn't show up. )
In the afternoon near the park a man came towards me, moving in an odd way. His shoulders up, the straigth legs stiff, a wider stance, that way he came stilting towards me. He had shaved hair, was in his 40ies, wearing a dark olive green jacket. Some distance behind a small child followed.
When i was at a petrolstation at nigth it took the one before me some time to buy 15 beers. Another man approached, when he was at the next street i already thougth he would come here for some acting. The one with the beer bougth plastic bags. The approaching one stood behind him, that way that i had to signalize him not to que-jump me. The one with the bags was heading directly towards me, saying " one could even use condoms"( "da kann man ja auch Kondome nehmen" ), taking his stretching bags as a plea for this highly subtle pedagogical comment. The other man offered his plastic bag to him. The beer-bagged gladly accepted. The first had a black jacket, the second a grey and shorter hair. Could have been aikidokas.

In the early afternoon of the 27th with my bicycle i wanted to pass three persons, who were walking next to each other, on the pavement. A man in the middle, an overweigthed boy, not older than ten, to each side. I was clicking with my levers, people usually hear this and then normally let me pass. The man said to the boy to his rigth "didn't you already get that i'm gay"( "hast du immer noch nicht verstanden das ich schwul bin" ), as if he would be telling what he'd said to someone before. The boy responded "is this true ?"( "stimmt das" ). Then they let me pass.

In the late afternoon of the 28th some people looked at me, two lefties, they behaved normally, but looking at me had a meaning to them, and a woman looked demonstrativly into the sky before passing me, maybe also a lefty. At the end there was a man with gi-ish haircut, wearing a dark blue fligth jacket, he had a very afflicted expression, already a grimace. Looked like rigthist.
When i got outside in the evening, around the corner a couple came towards me, much space as possible between them, so they used up all the pavement. I stepped to the side, because normally people, especially couples, prefer to stay together. But the man didn't change direction and kept his speed, he was bigger than me and sportive, i got even more to the side, they succesfully claimed all the pavement for them. The man was wearing an olive green jacket, seemed to be rigthists. I was heading to a supermarket at a near place, before i turned in the street there a skinhead came around the corner, he was obviously one of them, the third time rigthists today, and he was also wearing a dark blue fligth jacket, as the first one. So i had to pay attention. He stood in front of a shop and looked at the articles, he made a not loud but sharp sniffing noise. He had an inherent hostile expression, and was very robust, really a strong person, from his proportions, and also visible at his hands. In contrast to this he had a thin nose, with a consistent curve and pointy, like a beak. Maybe 40 years.
When i was outside in the late evening three black dressed lefties had a look at me, then a man with a gi-haircut turned in with a car, stopped and friendly signalized me to pass. So this was a joke that i would have prejudices against people with short hair.

When i left home near noon on the 29th, the dark black one who had repeatedly stalked me near home came up the street. He was wearing a darker olive grey jacket and blue jeans. At the end of the street here, where the accident was on the 25th, a man came across the street, towards me, looking at me, grimacing. Open mouth, pulling his lips apart to show teeth, moving the lips one or two times. Then he took one hand at his arse. I didn't look longer at him, he then remotely unlocked a car i was passing. Think he was in his 40ies, he was wearing a saturated blue t-shirt beneath his opened jacket, dull white trousers. I was at the baker, when i passed the somewhat wider street again a black man came down this street, he was still some distance away, while the colour of his skin and clothing were same as at the first black, he had other proportions, was overweigthed.
When i was in the cheap supermarket in the late afternoon, it was surprisingly almost empty. A clerk was pulling a cart full of packets, i think emty ones, into the storage, then closed the door. Haven't seen the clerk, but think it was their trained one. There was a woman, black hair and jacket and a nosepiercing, she had a perambulator and turned when i walked towards her, short time later she came towards me, it all feeled nearly subliminally attached at me. At the till there was only one person in line of me, the young clerk then was much energetically, after i had paid he closed the till really loud, so there was no more open till. So this connects to the 12th.
In the evening i was at the fast-food shop next to the petrolstation, where i already was on the 26th. I first ate fries, then a cheeseburger, in front of the entrance. At the cheeseburger a black man walked to a refuse bin some distance away, seemed he had left the shop from another entrance, for clerks. He started to hit the metal bin with a jacket or so, loudly, and with delay between each hit, so it seemed to be more symbolically than an actual purpose. Two times people threw something in the bin next to me before they entered. The second time it was a couple, the man said something, sounded like a comment on me. The black one was still hitting his drum. He looked like at least half of their black stalkers did during the first years with them, bald, very dark, athletically. He was wearing khaki camouflage-pants. A man passed me, walking through the entrance next to me, i think it was one of the clerks from the 26th. Somehow it seemed this had a meaning. At home i decided to get rid of the food.

When i was in the near supermarket on the 1rst of march, a gesturer passed me. He was holding his hand on his chest for a moment. I didn't get it to estimate the price, the clerk there offered me to pay a few cents next week, maybe this can happen after a few years. When i left the shop a robust skinhead passed me in the entrance, he was sligthly smiling. He was wearing khaki camouflage pants, same as the black one the day before.
At nigth a man came towards me at a streetcrossing, that way that i could'nt know where he decided to go, so i had to stop. He said "wrong direction", somewhere between explanation and question. Seemed he just disbanded from a group of people who came from a party. He then also entered the bank street down, made three sniffing noises, the first sounded like the usual, the two other then normally. He was wearing a khaki synthetic jacket, maybe early 30ies, sportive.

When i had entered the railwaystation in the late afternoon on the 2ned, a couple left the bookstore. The man was a skinhead, he was wearing a blue fligthjacket with a "white power" embroidered in white gothic letters on his back. The woman was bigger than he, she had black hair. I bougth tabacco, when i was walking to the baker two young blacks passed me, then a man was coming from the other side, he had an expression as if he would have seen me lately, acting to look into my eyes. He had shorter hair, a sportive person. Later in the inner city a slim man gave me a short look, vertically stuck his forefinger into a nostril, then holding it in front and gave it a short look, also made a sligth sniffing noise.
In the early evening i passed a boy who had a sabre in his left hand, towards my side, he was hitting the pavement with it, as if it would be his blindmans stick. He wasn't older than eigth, the sabre was just long enough to comfortably touch the ground, it wasn't just a childs toy, the blade was made of metal. Short distance further an overweigthed man wearing synthetic track clothing passed me, he was looking totally stunned towards the boy, open mouth. He was walking, maybe 50years. With the timing and the expression i think it was part of the acting, but i didn't turn around, so i could have missed more details at the boy. The evening before "the fog" was on tv, this must have been the source for the insipration. Near home a blonde girl pulling a trolley with loud plastic wheels passed me. Didn't look at her face, she was small, but i think no child.
When i brougth down waste someone had placed a refuse bin some distance further, but still in front of the house. When i was pulling it back, two young women came towards me, one said "not bad".

Some others, but i have described most.
They also picked up the small cars-theme again.
On the 25th there were two identically violet blue small cars parking in front of the house, around the corner, both with license from the same small town. Think there were two other cars between them.
On the 26th one was still parking there, and when i got out early at midnigth one similar car, same colour, this one a polo, was parking in front of the entrance, but with license from another near town. At noon the next but one street up was an identical car, same model and colour, license from another( as the other three) small town. In the early afternoon both were parking next to each other, to the left of the entrance( all these smaller roundish versions ).
In the morning of the 27th the first one at the entrance has been exchanged by an identical car, except the license is from another smaller near town, and directly in front of the entrance there is another polo car, but of a different blue, and another( also short&round ) version. Three small blue ones in line.
On the 29th at noon three of these small cars( similar shape) were parking next to each other in front of the entrance, again the violet blue i mentioned first on the 27th, and one of them now was a black one.

tiny deft auto

When i got outside in the early afternoon of the 12th of febr., there was a man on the streetcrossing here, he was looking towards the end of the street, same direction as the one from the 10th, and was walking while he was gesticulating, fastly touching his nose and lower face, wich reminded insects communicating with antennas. Maybe 50 years. On the next bigger street there was a man crossing, already in his 60ies, he made a nosegesture. Both had the same sublimal intrinsic agression, maybe rigthists. In front of the supermarket two men were looking at me, they seemed to be somehow upset. When i was walking towards the till a clerk hurried passed me( not the usual one, this one now has darker hair ), resolute walking, short time later their clerk passed me too, moving in the same way, seemed he was following the first one. Just when i stood in line he opened the other till. There was no reason to do so, there were not much people standing in line, the granny in front of me was already putting her wares on the band conveyor, i was the last one, so the second till had only been opened because of me, their clerk wanted to order me to go there. The granny signalized me i should do so. The clerk was doing some resolute noises at the till, because i didn't go there he closed it, then walked away. When i got outside a man passed me, demonstrativly taking off a black stretch-headband, a furious gesture.
When i got back on the street after looking at some animals in an enclosure in the afternoon, there were two men on bicycles, both dressed much the same, and maybe late 40ies, the first had a lengthy shoulder-bag, the second one was waiting at a near traffic ligth and imitated the eye-movement of the animals when looking at me.
At nigth i was at a petrol-station, this time walking. When i left the station i jumped up a little stair, just a few steps, next to a gateway. Just when i was standing there i've seen from the corner of the eye that a small blue car turned in from the street into the gateway behind me. It was fast, no sound, no ligth. Seemed they turned in without deceleration and a feet on the clutch. A skilled driver. Normally i diagonally pass in front of the stair, going directly to the pavement. If i had done this time, maybe i would have run into the car.

When i was outside in the late afternoon of the 13th, i passed the petrolstation again, i wanted to think about the situation at nigth. Now a small blue car, a renault, was parking on the street in the middle in front of the station, no other cars near, so it was exposed. It wasn't the car from the night, that one was darker and had another shape, but maybe about the same size. Short time later i turned around to have a closer look, where i have been standing and such, now at the station a black man passed me, he had copious black make-up around his eyes, not just the lids, the eye-sockets, and it looked as if he had been weeping. He had shorter hair, was wearing an olive-green jacket, and a military shoulder-bag. The renault was still parking there. So this was a comment about the car from the nigth, the eyes should say "no ligth", and maybe because it was dark they picked up a black one. Later on my way several people had a look at me, maybe they were established local artists. One of the last said "but not now"( "naja, jetzt ja nicht" ), when he passed with his wife/friend. This was to show that drawing is theirs, because i had my sketchbook with me in the park in the early afternoon.
When i was at the near supermarket in the early evening, there was a black man standing in front of it, with his back towards me. When i came closer he turned his head, so i've seen him from the side. He had same skin-colour and hairlength as the one before, and was also wearing an olive-green jacket. He had also somewhat similar proportions. I'm not sure, but i think it was another one. The way he stood there looked as if he had to, but didn't want it, maybe he even was afraid, at least not comfortable. He also had some similarity with their black stalker from the 9th, but i think he wasn't as dark, hair was similar, jacket also, maybe the colour was sligthly different.
When i got outside in the late evening( past 10pm) a small newish red car was directly in front of the entrance, driving a little for-and backwards, just parking. All the four cars from the streetcrossing to the entrance were such small cars, then one that was a little longer, because it had a hood, then one more shorty, this one with a st.pauli-sticker on the back screen. Half of these cars were vw, the red one was a ludo.
To deflect from their car-action they had translated this into a black man( nigth ) with make-up( no ligth ). Now they protest against this, transforming small cars into antifascism.

When i was going to the baker at 6am of the 14th, not all of the small cars were still parking there. The newish red ludo had been exchanged for a newish red mini.
When i was outside in the afternoon some people were looking at me, the first was gay, the others were lefties, older than 40. All near a streetcrossing. Then i was in the park, but i moved on because two black dressed people with white sneakers started chi-exercise, after the older one explained something. Both did different exercise, seems to be more like acting than exercise. And i know such people just as stalkers.
The next time i was outside three people were aping the way i was walking, seemes they were also of them. One was dressed in black with a leather coat, another one somewhat similar like me.
On my way to a petrolstation at nigth i passed a gesturer with a cellphone at the park. When i turned in a sidestreet i was talking some words to myself, somewhat stagy, about that they want to drive me into suicide. I already drunk 3 cans of beer. Too late i've seen that one of them was standing on the street, on the rigth side from my view, a tall man with a black jacket, stock-still and in that guard-like way as the one from the 10th. He was holding a cellphone or so in front of him, but wide for that, maybe he recorded me. But it was dark. On my way back i passed the gesturer again, the first time he had his arm stretched forwards horizontally, moving it with his shoulder for- and backwards, the hand as if he wanted to grasp something, now he said a louder arabian-sounding word when i had passed.

In the early morning of the 15th i was first going to the bank, at the corner there was a man holding an unfolded tissue at his nose, sniffing, covering his lower face. Then around the corner there was a woman with a bicycle in front of the bank, she was holding a tissue in the same way and made the same noise, then evidently looked at my groin.
When i was outside in the afternoon i once had to step to the side at the record shop, because a hurried man came towards me, an older man wearing an olive green parka, probably an artist. Short time later i passed there again, now a young couple came out of an entrance, she said "they'll be out soon"( "sie sind ja bald wieder draussen" ), to say that i would know imprisoned people.
This was all that day.

When i was outside in the later afternoon of the 16th there were some spread lefties who looked at me. I knew one of them vaguely a good ten years ago. I basically have the tendency not to look at peoples faces too long, nearly all reactions are hostile, derisively. My head already turned, but i was still looking and she too, and looked normally. Didn't expect this. Later there was a restrained but routinated sniffer, a young man on a bicycle, just when i had passed a black man with closed headphones.
On my way to a petrolstation in the evening i've seen someone i knew somewhat long ago, he already did something for them. In the station exept two clerks there were a woman at the till, and a man standing there and waiting. The woman loudly said "... a pumpgun"( using the english word ), then turned around, making a fast step towards me, looking into my face. The man belonged to her, both left. The clerk wondered about it, seemed context was missing. The couple was dressed proper, conservativly, maybe 50 years.
In the late evening a couple passed outside, the woman explained something, seemed someone had desinformed her about something. Sounded like these make-your-comment-here-speakers, but not hostile.
At nigth i was again at a petrolstation, a man on a bicycle came towards me, without holding on the handlebar, sitting perfectly uprigth, he spread his stretched rigth arm fastly somewhat to the side and back while looking at me, aware and motionless. Was wearing a black jacket.
That was all that day.

When i was at the bank at noon of the 17th, a man on a bicycle passed me before i arrived, and at entrance he came walking towards me from the side, so i had to breake. I was very slow, because of my health, and he made fun of this with the way he steps, and also wanted to show me his new brown shoes with that. He was wearing a black coat, seemed to be sportive, with the way he moved he could have been a soldier. The proper way he was dressed reminded me the man of the woman who said "pumpgun". When i was inside a bus stopped at the traffic ligth at the streetcrossing in front of the bank. There was a thanks to uck written in big letters on the car. This was the only car in sigth, no traffic at all. The man inside the bank stood directly in front of the closed glass door that leads inside, he made a noise, seemed he was drawing his card through the interstice. A symbol for a break-in. Then i was at the baker in the railwaystation, when i would have been next a man leaned over the showcase, cutting me in line, and ordered something i usually buy there. Then he looked at me, then mumbling something when turning his head "...you...not...". He was taller than me, somewhat gaunt, dark hair, mustache, maybe 50. Despite him i then bougth what i usually buy there. When i took my products a bigger woman with black long hair, maybe late 40ies, stepped next to me, where the man stood before, and also ordered this.
When i was outside in the afternoon i heared honking cars, and got there to have a look. It was the kosovo-celebration convoy. I followed up to the next streetcrossing. There the policeman who had stopped the traffic for them turned around and came running towards me when i crossed, so i had to breake, but then he let me pass. There was the bus again, now from the other side, but same writing, some more thanks, it was the leading car.
That was it that day. So for some days there was less than usual frequency.

When i was at the bank in the early afternoon of the 18th a female clerk of the bank came in, stood in front of the closed glass-door and called for another clerk inside, who didn't show up. Seems to be a comment about the man from the day before. Then i was in the cheap supermarket, when i had entered and took something out of the shelf near the entrance, their clerk came around the corner and passed me. He walked the corridor to the end, he just showed up to show up, nothing else. When he was some distance away he put his rigth hand on his chest, like programmed. Otherwise he seemed to be somewhat enraged when i have seen him, also a little sniffing noise, some impulses. He can hold it back when he has instructions for that. The performing clerk. When i was standing in line a stubby man in front of me extensively looked at me from the corner of his eye, maybe a mind-joke, that staring at someone would be naturally that way. Outside there was the magazine seller who is also one of them, when i unlocked my bicycle a white man with a complete traditional face-tatoo and black sunglasses walked to the shop, when he was near me the seller called him "friend".
I was outside in the afternoon again with my bicycle at the animals-enclosure, on my way to it two somewhat darker men passed me, both with the same expression and moving the same way, but with some distance so despite they were connected with this they couldn't communicate. They looked somewhat if they had to go there. Maybe this was inpired somehow by the kosovo now. At the animals there were two woman with a dog, they blocked the way with the dog-leash and shouted "jump" at me, stupid fun. But they stopped it when i came closer. The dog was some distance away and didn't notice this, so this was a plea, they also did this leash-holding again for a moment, as if it would be an exercise. On a mission but childish. On my way back several people looked at me, mostly on bicycles, they appeared officially to me. One man on a bicycle who was with them looked like a soldier, the way he moved, also jacket and saddle-bags, the cliche of the relaxed soldier. Back in town a man, don't think he belonged to the previous, came towards me, he had a very uprigth but uptight body-posture, pressed his chin against the throat to accent this. He was wearing a black suit, a blue shirt and beneath this a white t-shirt/undershirt.
When i got outside in the late afternoon there was a man standing in front of the door, ringing. When i opened the door he looked at me, i at him, i said hi( "tag" ), he stepped back and said "oh god", copious hectically waving about with his hands while looking directly into my eyes and making a step backwards. With the way he looked i had to like him because he was so funny. It was more like an exercise than trying to really look surprised. He appeared to be really harmless. In the park i shaked my arms and legs somewhat, it's always more than necessary because of my health, but always beeing watched and commented makes a barrier. When i was leaving the park i passed a woman who was playing with a bunch of little children. She walked around and loudly said "and now i'm coming with my big tick-finger"( "und dann komme ich mit meinem grossen Tick-Finger" )( in german the f***-word has an i instead of u ). I don't think any adult or pubescent would accidentially speak this way, and it didn't sound like this. When i had left the park and passed in front of the bank a man who was holding his stretched arms somewhat spread came towards me. So this was a chi-exercise, he looked as if he couldn't get it off himself, as if they would always have to be like this now, like stuck on one-piece-arms. He was wearing a black leather jacket.
In the evening a robust man with a motionless face came towards he, holding his stretched fingers at his nosebridge, covering it.

When i was in the park in the early afternoon of the 19th there was a man standing in front of a tree on top of the big meadow, facing towards the coffee&fries-hut where i had been banned. The man was posing as sugar loaf jesus, as a chi-exercise, holding this position without moving at all. I sat down on a bank a good distance away. He took another posture, praying, his hands in front of his chin and throat, with his posture obviously still jesus. Then he took his bicycle and cycled away.
When i got outside in the afternoon, two newish cars passed on the streetcrossing here, both had the same nearly black green colour, the second one was a mini, he stopped for a moment, so i could have crossed in front of him. In the bank there was a sniffer, not loud, seemd he knew well that i've heared this often enough, before that he looked at me, into my eyes, in an understood way, it wasn't as emotionally overloaded as they usually are, he wants to appear as a naturally superior. Maybe 50, somewhat bigger, robust, dark clothing.
When i was outside in the late afternoon and arrived at the park, there was a couple walking, in their 20ies, the man looked at me and closed his nostrils, pressing them with thumb and forefinger.Took his hand away, still was looking at me, constantly, somewhat similar to the man in the bank. Short distance further there was a couple standing, looking towards me as observers, the man commented "somewhat more"( "etwas mehr" ). Maybe 50 years, fitted to the other couple, could be a family. Conservative people, the honest citizens. Later in the city there were twice women/girls who did obviously poor acting as surprised ones. Not much later there was a woman with fixed grey eyes, even the white appeared to be a shade of the grey, and tiny pupils, looked like coated with a dull metal powder.

sexualizing cheese

In the afternoon of the 1rst of february a man came running towards me, somewhat slomo-like. Wide steppes, and he was holding his arms like a football-player or so, moving in a constructed trollish way. Seemed he was heading towards the record-shop( the second-hand-shop ) behind me, they are marking it as their territory. I had just bougth a record online. He was a taller sportive blonde man, wearing a black woolen pullover, with some red on it.
In the early evening, this time i was walking, in the sidestreet that leads from a petrolstation to the cheap supermarket( the righists with the flag showed up on the 17th jan. there ) a woman in front of me turned around twice and holded up her hand, beckoning on my by moving it like a windscreen wiper, both times the same, so she appeared to be programmed. There was no one else this could have been adressed at. Maybe in her 50ies, black coat, a shoulder bag. She turned in the next street, so i didn't, because i don't wanted to be near the stalker. I entered the supermarket, it seemed to be a spontaneous idea to me, but maybe it just resulted from not turning in the direction of the woman. In the supermarket there was a bald person who remindet me a martial art-teacher( in the school that was owned by the one from the 24/27th jan. ), in companion of someone who was obviously gay. This would be funny, i had to stop training because i was the gay there. At one of the tills there was their clerk, so i stood in line at the other one. At the woman in front of me the female clerk couldn't scan an article, when this happened it's usually to get someone in position. This time there was a black man passing when i had paid, maybe they wanted me to face a black man. The last person who had raised a greeting arm was the black one on the 30th of jan., so maybe the black one now and the woman should combine to a comment on this, smudging it.
When i arrived back a neighbour left, when i had left a neighbour outside was just taking out her key, the last time before when i arrived back and opened also a neighbour left.

In the morning of the second i woke up because someone rung the door. It was one of my neighbours and a friend, maybe a relative. They had lost their key.
About one hour later someone passing the house said " of course he's ensnaring them all...you know the eye eats more than the gastric can take...haha "( "...verführt natürlich alle...du weisst das auge isst mehr als der Magen abkann..haha" ). Seemed they are taking revenge for me opening the door, sexualizing it, because one of the two was black.
I joined a demonstration before noon, when some clowns made fun of a viewer on a balcony a man behind me sayed "lock up" when i looked at them. This sounded as if this was adressed at me, instead a comment on the clowns. It was a bigger man, maybe late 40ies, i think it had a sexual meaning for him. Later, when the object of the complainment was in sigth, a man behind me sayed "there is the enemy"( "da ist der Feind" ), in the moment when i just had looked in the direction of some demonstrators, among them a clown who was black. The way he said it had this typical aimed pronounciation, as the "lock up" before. Haven't turned around, but must have been some of the black dressed lefties, i think there were three males behind me. I've seen one person i knew once there, but he concentrated not looking at me when he passed. At the end there were speakers, a woman said "techno-freaks" would like this power-plant, because building it would be loud, and then added "these tf", as if they she was talking about certain persons who are really supporting this. So it sounded overdone, and it reminded me one of their leaders.
About one hour after i was back a couple( sounded like this )passed in front of the house, the woman loudly declared "at the moment i have no problems !"( "Also, im Moment habe ich keine Probleme" ).
I was at the near supermarket in the afternoon, when i left a black dressed young slender man passed down at the street, when he was in line of me he toched the frame of his glasses, moving them to say he knows that i would think to be in the know( look through it->den Durchblick haben ). He did not look at me, but with the timing, beeing in line ofme, it was clearly adressed at me, and obviously an ironic gesture. He had a plaited iroquese haircut, black and neon-like green, and the sleeves of his pants and sweater got wider to the ends, like trumpets, obviously a techno-freak, an especially stylish one. At the near streetcrossing a woman on a bicycle came towards me, looking at me, she had a shoulder-bag with the swiss flag on it. Think she was a techno-fan.

When i was outside in the afternoon of the 3rd, walking in the park, a young slender man came towards me, he came from a bank at the water and closed a short khaki stretch-scarf behind his head, covering his face below his eyes. He looked at me while mumming, then turned around and walked in front of me. He wasn't fast and walked like an older man. He imitated the rhythm of my steps and then slowed down at the near crossing, and because he was nasty and i didn't wanted to get close to him he slowed me down with this, like a breake. When i then shuffled with a step he aped this. He was wearing a dark coat, was dressed somewhat conservativly, would have fitted better to older person, could have been the mummed one from the 30th of jan., commenting himself. Later, it was already dark, a man wearing baggy pants came towards me, i first thougth he would be a teenager, there was such an expression in the energetic straigthforward-way he moved, but when i looked at his gaunt face he must have been in his 30ies. He made big steps, using much space, and there was tension on his body, especially his legs. He wanted me to react by stepping to the side. When he had passed he loudly coughed, it was a kiai. Maybe he hoped to be more unsettling, and that why couldn't trigger and discharged later.

In the early afternoon of the 4th a man came towards me, forming his mouth to a round hole while pressing his tongue at his upper jaw, looking like a inflatable doll. When he was next to me he made two short scuffling stomping steps on the balls of his feet, to make pressure. He was wearing a camoflage jacket, wide jeans, a trained person, maybe 40, won't wonder if he was in organized crime.
When i was at the cheap supermarket in the afternoon there was only one open till, with their clerk sitting there. People paying before me seemed to personally know him, especially two pimple-burdened glad teenagers. He behaved normally, i didn't say anything. It's too funny, he harrassed me again and again, now they scaled him down in a few steps, and know he expects that i have to accept that it has just been his rigth to do so, and it's nothing personally, because he lacks a motive and just did was his superiors told him. He pressed the change sligthly into my hand. Also someone behind me, a taller black dressed man, seemed to know him. Society supports him. The man outside who sells a magazine had also stalked me.
When i was in the bank in the afternoon there was a good-looking teenage-girl standing there in the middle between the automates, facing me, like presentation. Not sexual or so, just that i would have to recognize the person. There had been also two men, when i got out one of them stepped behind me, this was before i passed the girl who was standing at an automat now. The man had estimated this and i had to stop, ending up in the same step-position like him, facing the girl. It was as if he wanted to become me, transfer into me. He was dressed in black and had a short grey beard, what they talked before seemed to be a bet if he would get me there.
When i was at the near supermarket a younger man looked at me, i instinctivly dodged this, just because he was black. Then immediatly i recognized that he was my neighbour, but i had already looked away and he got it. He isn't one of their racial ones and has not much similarity with them, but the theme was present to me.

When i was walking on a street at the park in the afternoon of the 5th, the first one of them was an old man with a brown coat, he was a nosegesturer. On the next streetcrosing an agressive man, grey hair and a dull orange jacket, came towards me, he slightly but abruptly adjusted his direction so he was heading towards me, and i automatically adjusted mine not to collide with him. The next one, still at the park, had a similar expression, he was walking somewhat faster than me, When he had passed me he turned his head twice or thrice at 90° to the side, to show that he was there because he was aware of me. He was an athletic man, seemed really well-trained, his face had some similarity with Uri G., maybe thats why they picked him. He had a very straigth body and neck posture, And with his dark hair, jacket and gloves he did remind me the man with the earphones from 31rst of jan.. This one now was wearing a jack wolveskin-jacket, grey pants and white swiss-sneakers. In front of the streetcrossing a black woman with a baby carriage came towards me, next to her was a little child who yawned and made a few steppes towards me when i was close. The next person was a darker man, maybe 50, who was standing on the other side of the streetcrossing, when there was green ligth he moved that i could not now if he wanted to pass me to the rigth or the left, so i was irritated for a moment and stopped. So i had looked at a black child, and now they show that they are watching me. The man wanted to draw conclusions from the degree of my irritation about thougths i could have had when watching the child. He had routine stopping someone that way, i think he did something like this before independently.
On my way back from a petrolstation at nigth a police-bus stopped on a bigger street, there was no traffic at all, i had to stop. The driver was speaking very loud, with overdone pronunciation, he wanted me to tell him why they stopped me. I sayed because of the ligth, and he sayed that it was also because i was on the wrong side, and i had to corrrect this now and and also get off the bicycle( " das und verkehrte Seite, das korrigieren sie jetzt" ). So they obviously made fun of me, on the wide pavement no one would care about the side even during daytime, with no people both getting off and changing side would make no sense. It was political humour. I took another way, along the park, for the case that they would turn around. Near home two men passed me , one of them was dressed in black, the other one was wearing a blue goretexjacket, he said "ocasionally"( "gelegentlich" ), to be heared.

When i passed an opened entrance in the morning of the 6th, a hackled up woman, maybe 50, on the stairway inside loudly shouted "someone is reading out !"( "da liesst einer vor !" ).
In the evening i bougth me fast food at an asian restaurant, when i left a somewhat darker man, maybe arabian background, entered. He looked into my eyes, with a neutral expression, but walked straigthforward, he surprised me and i stepped to the side, so he won. His expression made a contrast to the way he moved, for him it was his natural rigth to harass me. He was athletic, trained, and wearing a black jacket.

When i woke up on the 7th, there was constantly a woman talking in the flat above me. It was so consistent that i first thougth it must be tv or so, the only word i understood was an autogenous "i'm tired"( "ich bin müde" ).
When i arrived at the park at noon a police-car passed me. At the end of the encircling street they turned around to pass me again. They were watching me, seemed they were the policemen from the 5th, this was the way i had choosen not to encounter them again.
In the afternoon i was in the supermarket where i bougth a bottle on the 16th of jan., on my way there were two dark dressed with sunglasses near the supermarket, to comment a cd i got that day, and two sniffing females on bicycles near home. A woman and a sunlassed one each on my way to the market and back, much symmetrical stalker-pattern. In the supermarket the person in line of me seemed to be a young teenager, but she had a shapey female body for that. I somehow had the feeling that she could be one of them, maybe because of the very sligth but fast electrifyed momentums she constantly had while moving, so i didn't want to get too close. She seemed to be young because of the texture of her long straigth hair and the typical way she moved. When i was putting my wares on the band-conveyor in a moment i was looking in her direction she turned around, holding her face directly in front of mine. This was very fast and she got the rigth moment, normally only trained people could do so, and few could estimate the distance for the faces. She was holding her face there for maybe a second, then took it away in much the same way. It was so close that i couldn't look at her, because it would have been intimate, so she was faceless. Maybe she was conditioned with hypnosis for that, some of them are, and all this locking on me often seemes to be already on the border to it.
When i was outside in the late afternoon in the park a couple with two little children on bicycles came towards me. The woman was dressed in black and had black hair, she was hand in hand with her friend, a skinhead with a black sweater and snow-camouflage-pants. The woman explained "you will stay on the rigth side"( "ihr blaibt rechts" ), wich didn't fit as an instruction for the children, they were used as a plea for a political comment that connects to the policemen from the 5th. The skinheads expression said that the acting was too awkward for his taste, maybe because he was presented for that. At the streetcrossing at the park where the darker man has been on the 5th, now there was a black man who breathes out deeply before passing me. Later in a sidestreet a black dressed man with glasses and short black hair came towards me, he looked at me with his mouth gaping open, wet eyes. Short distance later there was another man with the same expression, a blonde punk. The first had a fleshy face, the second was gaunt, both in their 40ies, walking in line. Behind them a little boy followed, seemed he was also part of that. In front of a hospital there was a taller black man with long rastas standing, at the other side of the street. He first stood with his back towards me, he was wearing a punk leather jacket with spikes and something written on it, maybe he wanted to show me. Seemed he belonged to the gapers. Then he turned around and looked at me, smiling. I had already seen him on the 4th, the time i was outside when the man in the bank stood behind me to make me face the teenage girl, later i passed two young teenage girls( with bicycle, as usual ), they recognized me lately, turned around and smiled. The next person, short distance further, was this black man, who also looked at me and smiled, as he did now. And now he was also presenting a sheet with photos or so printed on it, in a polythene foil, like magazine sellers do.
This day i've descibed all of them.

At 1:30am of the 8th some men, i think they were three, came down the street here, one was twice loudly shouting a name. I knew someone with that name, as far as i knew he lives inanother city since 2000 or so. The pronounciation would also fit, exept it was overdone, they were paroding. Down the street they shouted "eh" and "hö", just vowels. Twenty minutes later again, they came down from the same direction, don't know if they had walked a circle or if these were others, one of them was shouting the name twice in front of the house. I said "shut up"( "halt die Fresse" ), seemed they were irritated that i dared to response, they walked down the street, once more the name, but not loud, then they stopped and were exchanging some words. At 2:30 they came up the street, stopped at the streetcrossing and hissed, to make fun of my complainment. Then street down, one crossing further, there was a bang, seemed one of them fired a gas-pistol. Probably they were rightists.
In the forenoon a man with a cellphone was standing below the window, with his back towards me. He said "tell your mom what the price for parking 5 meters in front of a crossing is "( "sag mal deiner Mama was das kostet, 5m vor der Kreuzung parken" ). The only context i could think of is this could have been a cop who doesn't think that demonstrating against nazi should be criminalized( but it would be about a demonstration years ago, not the environmental one in this posting ). He was wearing a dark jacket with an intense blue between the shoulders, wich is like the blue of the police, but was also the favourite stalkers colour in '02. He had a retriever dog with him.
When i brougth down some waste there was a man standing in front of the entrance, he just wanted to enter. He said three words, didn't understand the first two, the third was "Deutschland", he spoke the vowels somewhat longer, it was the name of his company. He said he would be from cable tv and was here for meter-reading. After throwing away the waste i got back end opened the celler-door, walked down with him. We stood in front of the access, there were no meters that could have been read. He explained that if cable-tv would be watched illegally there would a cable coming out of the side of the access, but here everything would be under seal( verplombt ). Seemed he wanted to explain further details, i yawned while he was gesticulating an imaginary illegal cable. He was strange, he then wanted to know who would be the caretaker of the house, i had already locked the cellar-door, when i got outside he noticed the adress on the wall, despite obviously no one here had interest in cable-tv, and he should have known the caretaker before. He had shorter dark hair, maybe 50 years, he was carrying a black case and was dressed with an orange jacket, the colour of the stalkers in '01, it was as if the cellar magnetically had attracted him.
I walked to the baker, there were some people before me, when i bougth bread exept the saleswoman there was only a girl in the shop. She seemed to be extremely horny, she was giving it off. Not vulgar, but intense, it was too present. She leaned on the cabinet as if it would be a bar, looking like ready now. I felt like mammal. Then she ordered a cheese-croissant, speaking as if she would whisper dirty wishes. Sexualizing cheese-croissant towards an older female baker was too silly, no matter how horny chicks could be, i doubted she knew at all what she was doing. She had enhanced the intimate, it was like inverted. She was dressed in black, a detail on her boots fitted to my girdle, i bougth it last year, and cutted it to rigth length two days ago, wearing it since then. She could have been the same girl from the day before in the supermarket, she had the same hair colour. Then they would have cutted her hair, used another shampoo and exchanged typically young teenage motoric for a bitchy one. They both had the same theme, the intimate. The girl now looked like from a glossy magazin, age would be perfect 17. On my way back the cable-tv-man came towards me, he had walked up the street but then turned around.
His illegal-cable-comment would fit to the burned house in Ludwigshafen, but i think at this point it was at least not officially mentioned as a possible source for the fire.
The next time i was outside a little boy on a bicycle came towards me at a streetcrossing at the near place, short distance behind him a couple turned in, walking in the familiar determined way, they wanted to be recognized, i still was mentally spammed enough to look away. The man said "he didn't play with that"( "damit spielt er nicht rum" ), seemed this was to connect my penis to the boy. I was at the shopping centre, this time i was outside there have been several lefties who had a look at me, one was wearing a turned fligth jacket, showing the orange.
When i was at home and looked out of the window a nosegesturer passed, a younger man, maybe 20, probably turkish background, wearing an olive green jacket.
When i was outside in the afternoon a nosegesturer, at some animals some of what people sayed seemed to be vaguely genital comments, there were also children, when i was in the shopping centre before and bougth tabacco it was somewhat like this, something seemed to be a comment, then i don't know if other is still also, an attention-consuming sphere with foggy borders.
When i was at a petrolstation in the evening there where two people, one of them explained "one couldn't talk normally to her"( "mit der kann man ja nicht normal reden" ), wich was ironically.
Have described this day detailed.

In the morning of the 9th someone outside sayed "good luck, bye"( "viel glück, tschüss" ), somewhat sarcastic, to symbolize someone who would abandone me.
On my way to a baker a man in his 20ies, wearing a blue hooded sweater, came out of a house, from the corner of my eye i've seen that he made a wide gesture for drinking beer. In the last time i often drink a few in the evening, including yesterday. In the baker there have been many people, behind me there were three black dressed men, one was standing to my side, directly facing me, he was taking a firm stance and said "there are tigther(vaginas)"( "es gibt ja auch engere" ), so this was a comment on the girl in the baker the day before. So thats the usual inquisition, they make some pressure on me, this cannot lead to a conversation, and if it would happen despite of this they would have to attack me if i would tell them who does this.( Edit : maybe i've reflected too much in this, and they were just kind of pimps who blatantly accused me for not pickung on the girl, and i didn't get it because they always claim to be the highest morale ) So they can feel important with their marking now. On my way back a man who looked like a well-known local comic-artist passed me, and three people had a look on me, two estimating, one hostile, lefties.

I was in the near supermarket at noon, there were two rigthist stalkers, one was smaller but not weak, short hair and suntanned, he stood in front of me and looked into my eyes, somehow stupid, nearly astounded. The other one was bigger, dark hair, black jacket, black shoes with big buckles, he obviously followed me when i turned in a corridor. Perhaps they were the name-shouters, or even had to do with this girl now.
Short time before i got outside in the afternoon a man was walking down the street, he took a hunch-backed posture, and once a normal one to show that this was acting. He had dark hair and was wearing a black jacket, he had similarity with the one who had been made their mobber in favour when i tried to get into the next bigger town in about 2000.
When i got outside in the afternoon, on my way to the laundry, a dark black man came up the street here. He had repeatedly stalked me, seemed he lives or lived near me. When i was smoking a cigarette outside the laundry and looked to the left, there was the former burgomaster. In the moment i've seen him, without further looking in that direction, he decided to turn around and start running, he nearly run into a girl on a bicycle. He had an individual conspicious relaxed running style, and was in good condition, especially regarding his age. Street down he arived at a bus and was holding up his left had to signalize that the bus should wait for him, when he was behind it. He was wearing a dark jacket and khaki cord pants. Short time later a man crossed the street, coming from the rigth, running till he arrived on the place. He was bald, had a big full beard, maybe late 30ies, cannot really say because of the distance, no jacket, only sweater, he had the same running style. When i was inside the laundry again a man started running, short distance in front of the streetcrossing, but then stopped with already half a feet on the street, because of the traffic ligth, despite lack of traffic. He then turned and affiliated a circle, looking at me wich was nasty. He had grey hair, but was in good shape, and a detail of his hair had similarity with mine, maybe that's why they picked him. When i was outside again another man started running, this one street up, some distance away. I didn't want to see one more running man, so i turned around. He passed me running, close for no reason. He was overweigthed and was wearing disadvantageous tigth olive green sweater and pants, both made of thin cloth, no jacket. Just when i had left the laundry two heavier black woman with a baby carriage came towards me, short distance further there was a blonde woman, maybe in her 40ies, with a cellphone, she said "halo, here is eva". With the "halo" she was aping a female neighbour of me, who was much younger than she, the "eva" was part of the title of a record i got today. Seemed it was fun to her. Short distance further there was a black man standing in front of two taller white ones, seemed he was the stalker who appeared when i got outside( have seen him only from behind now ). I had the impression that he had to obstruct the two others.
When i was outside in the late afternoon in the pedestrian zone one of two men said " how should we act like"( "wie sollen wir uns verhalten" ), before passing me. He sounded somewhat broken, didn't look at them, but they could have been the two at the black one before.
Have described the very most that day.

When i got outside in the early afternoon of the 10th there was a black dressed man standing at the streetcrossing here. He was standing on the street, facing straigth to the end up the street, didn't move. He was shaved bald, his chin-beard was a dark thin line, he was wearing a black beret, black sunglasses, black leather jacket and boots or shoes with a similar finish, all in black. His fashion added to the guard-like expression of his stance. When i had passed i turned around, he did also, seemed he had expected this.
I was at the baker at the railwaystation, at the stairs someone said "muslim". At the water there was a dark dressed skinhead with his girlfriend sitting on a bank. After he had looked at me he laughed and said "something like this exists"( "sowas gibt es" ). At the street in front of the bridge a grey-haired man with two leashed dogs stood next to me, he had stalked me before, he often sells magazines in front of the supermarket with their trained clerk. He said "why are you dragging"( "warum zieht ihr so" ), so this was to explain that i naturally attract them. He had already harrasset me with passing farting when they wanted to get me out of the park, but this was his holy duty. If don't like him because of this maybe i'm just not enlighted enough to see that they are without fail. I passed one more skinhead on my way back, he was wearing a black flight jacket, would somehow fit to the previous one, already in his 40ies. And a sniffer passed me, a long-haired rocker on a bicycle who crossed the street towards me.
When i was outside in the late afternoon i was sitting in the park. A group of people passed me, two women in the front, one was gesticulating and explained" he had supported this, and he had also supported that"( "er hat das unterstützt, und das hat er auch unterstützt" ), sounding really serious, one also turned around, looking at me. They were 10 people, maybe a dozen. They were walking somewhat faster, they had a goal and resembled a miniature-demonstration. Among the last ones there was a teenager with curly hair, he said "this would look even more gay", then turned around towards me, saying "so what"( "das sieht dann ja noch schwuler aus, ach egal" ). So this was a comment on the demonstration from the 2nd. In the middle there was a black man( not the clown from the demonstration ). Not much later a woman who had been my neighbour for a short time ten years ago passed me when i left the park, she had an absent expression, like faded out, and sligthly looked to the side. She was wearing an olive green parka and pants. Later there was an overdone acting about helping a wheelchair-driver. They used a real handicaped one for that. They had also moved/directed some others this time.
I had been outside twice after this, there have also been a few people who made comments or so, but they were different, they behaved like normal people. Two complained as a double because i had no ligth, but this didn't seem to be serious, more like cabaret.

On the 11th there was nearly nothing, a sligth sniffer with a dog, and then a jogging nosegesturer, both in the park.

In the beginning of this month my neighbour above me did nothing or nearly nothing the first days, then got back to toilet-following, also once used this ball, he puts it on the ground. But it's not so intense now. On the 5th he was tossing something on the ground, maybe a focus, could have been boots, sounded as if something was attached to them, clumsy rumbling things.