two triangles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

stolen skull

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

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

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

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

the age of tea

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

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

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

old tongue

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

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

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

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

painted black

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

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

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

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

fading mask

On the next day, the 11 febr, when i made may way through the near park, at the end of it there was a jogger with a black ski-mask. This was the second time i was out since i've seen the other ski-mask-jogger.
He was standing there, but he did not look like special-unit-is-marching-in as the first one, his sko-mask was not the model that is also used by police&military, he was wearing a neon-yellow rain/jogging-jacket and black narrow jogging pants. I bought me a coffee at the baker, drank it in the park, two jogging girls were passing, the first one with a red signal-coloured jogging jacket, the second one with a white jogging jacket with some signal-red on it. Both moved similar(speed, fitness), the second followed the first at a greater distance.
It looks somewhat like a fade-out skimaskjogger to me, these all moved normally, so they make it more certain that the first skimaskjogger did not look special.
The other days there were some of the basic "sniffers", it is basically the noise for ritual accusation, showing presence and maybe membership, as the nosetouching is the gesture.
It's inspired by drug-theme, but everybody can join, also people who have to do with drugs.
On the 12. febr i was in the cheap supermarket, just when i was inside a sniffer came around the shelves, looked fit, had a moustache, maybe late 40ies, i had the impression he had to do with drugs, but not at the lower end.
Then behind a shelve there were two blacks, one said in a high voice "i can see you"(in englsh, did not look at him, voice seemed to belong to a black one).
I smoked cannabis till about 6 years ago. Now in the supermarket there was also the person where i got it once( there have been some people in there twice, watching and commenting me ). Last year he also behaved that way, starting to talk very loud some crab into his cellphone when i passed him while he was sitting at a way in the park. This time he showed no special behaviour towards me.
When i was out, behind the next street crossing a blonde long-haired tall man left his car, and looked into my face. He looked as if he had to do with drugs(but not addict) and can get brute, maybe because of this.
The next time i was in this supermarket, on the the 14. febr, there were assistents at two of the tills, the one had already closed, and the assistent there was upset, moved energetically, making some noise with the till and so, he had to hold it back.
That is nothing special with this assistent, he is always focused on me, and with this he has also been trained in martial arts.
Once he was posing in the shop, doing a staff exercise with a mop(on a staff, don't now better word). Despite the speed the mop wasn't moving at the end, but he usually has just been trained to show me this. I knew this exercise(without the mop, don't know how he did this), because till 2000 i was doing this myself, but after about 2 years i had to leave there. For doing this exercise he was supported by a female assistent who made his target. Another time in the supermarket a kung-fu-teacher in an orange t-shirt(not from the martial arts with this exercise), who already had followed me to intimidate me another time, was demonstrativ friendly to this assistent, when he was queue up to me.
But back to the 14th febr., when i was just out of the shop there was a sniffer, maybe a right-extremist. And the at the streetcrossing there were 3 people passing me, not at once and from different directions, but the way that they had the same rhythm, the two first looked somewhat like the sniffer, the third was wearing a knee-long white shirt(as some pious muslim wear them, but he did not look like one), also trousers, and he was wearing large earphones(old-shool).
When i was outside in the evening once i was yawning, no people close to me, but some could heard this, and then the next time when i was outside someone who passed me at a streetcrossing did imitate this.
On the 15th i did a sniffing noise myself, because i have a cold. This was immediatly exactly imitated by an overwighted woman who stopped while doing so as if she had a military command to do so.
Imitation occurs sometimes, for example wearing much the same clothing, buying someone clothing i've just looked at a shop.
On 15th there was a group of teenage punks when near the supermarket around the corner, they just walked there, but some other people were watching me, adult lefties, maybe this should have been kind of "test".
Sometimes people who came up to me liked to call it "test", someone had sayed "he did fail the test"("er hat den test nicht bestanden"), there has also been someone who was just standing there and when i passed in front loudly says :"test" or "this is a test", the word "test" had a meaning it's own this way.
These days there have also been greater than life customers in shops, beeing important, throwing arms up.

superred

At late afternoon when i passed the near supermarket on my way to the shopping-center, near the corner just down the street, there were three persons standing in front of it at the street(one of the bigger strets here).
When i came closer, one of them said : "from the shoulders to the kneebends"("von den Schultern bis zu den Kniekehlen"), then they laid there heads back in their necks and laughed.
They looked like actors, the speaker had short gi-like hair, the other two wore black hooded parka, maybe they were right-extremists.
A short distance further, when i had crossed the next small street, a jogger came towards me, he was dressed in bright red training jacket and according trousers, retro-style, and a black ski-mask, as cops are wearing them at demonstrations, or some military in interviews.
Also the way he moved fits to this.
A few degrees celsius below zero, time for superhero.
So behind me he passed the other three.
Then at the shopping-centre there was one who did the nose-gesture when he was in front of me.
And later, in the evening, when i was at a near petrol-station, there was another one, maybe a turkish, he had broad proportions and wore a dark blue quilted polyamid-jacket, while i had to wait, because the assistent knew the guy before me and spontaneously started a conversation about beer-prices.
These two(the nose-pointing ones) did not spectacular gestures, to someone else it would hardly say something, but it's a way to show presence due to constant repeating, and some of them show more excentric or hostile behaviour.
To the petrol-station and back it took me 10 minutes.

The day before there were two of the ones who do a sniffing noise, nothing special, adressed to me only by timing. The first one was a postman on his yellow post-bicycle.