a cutting word

When i was on my way to the cheap supermarket on the 13th of june, a sniffer passed me, an asian man, maybe japanese, dressed in black, a red t-shirt beneath his jacket/shirt, that it formed a sharp "V". He had big hair, kind of asian version of afro-look.
In the afternoon/early evening i passed two lefties who were holding fishy antics, the corners of their open mouthes down, the first was standing at a streetcrossing in the inner city, the next one, who had black rastas, stood at the near busstop, short distance further.
After i had passed the first one i was singing some "lalala" to myself, i still don't get it why so many people agree to be puppets for beeing allowed to participate with something greater.
When i arrived at the water in the evening a couple passed me, the man said something with the word "paving stone"( "pflasterstein" ), i think it was "so he wants to get on the pavement,-paving stone"( "er will ja aufs pflaster,-pflasterstein" ).
When i came back, before i turned in the street here, an older man came towards me, he looked behind himself and made a sharp clicking noise( with his mouth ), then he turned his head towards me, looked into my eyes, gave me a cold look.
He was wearing a batchkapp and a khaki trenchcoat, he looked as if he would believe he would be Van Helsing the vampire hunter.

In the morning of the 14th there was an older man watching me, it wasn't so overdone, but he looked somewhat like a watchman the way he was standing there, near the supermarket here. Maybe he was a policeman( without uniform).
Later there was another person with much the same expression.
When i had left home in the afternoon, a teenager, reddish hair, black sunglasses, black waisted jacket, walked in front of me. He threw a crinkly part of a tissue away, with a wider gesture, then he turned his head around and looked at me.
I had seen him before, seemed to be gay. He was in use more than once. This was at the next streetcrossing from home, when i then turned in the street i passed a man on a bicycle. He had a short grey full beard and a bald forehead, he was rubbing his head, a gesture, as if he would be oiling it.
At the next streetcrossing of the sidestreet this man passed me and stared into my eyes, pushy and meaningful, just when i had passed a young black woman who was standing at a telephone.

On the 15th there was a nose-gesturer, an old man on the other side of a streetcrossing near home, wiping his finger horizontally below his nose.
In the inner city i heared a "he's coming back" ("er kommt wieder"), i heared this phrase before, more than once, it implies that this shouldn't happen.
Calm day.

When i was on the near market on the 16th, a salesman said loudly "attack"(in english/the organisation) when i passed him, pronounciating it with very sharp consonantes, especially the "k". This was usually a joke about the g8, the police spreaded much rumors/propaganda, one was that demonstrators should have attacked the police with vegetables that had been prepared with razors. So now there was a vegetables-seller, with his razor-sharp word.
(i haven't been at the demonstration, have nothing to do with attac, and this isn't rostock)
When i passed the near record-shop on my way back someone inside shouted a cortoonish " oh ! no ! more !"("oh ! nein ! mehr !").
So there is the city-week now, when i was at the water in the afternoon a man passing me with his family said "that is the best (drug-)dealer "(" das ist der beste dealer "). This wasn't directed at me, it was just the timing. The old noseman yesterday was like this also, there were some who just connected with timing these days.
On my way back a leftie, i have described him before, he showed up more than once, passed me on a bicycle.
He looked shirty, i don't want to see him also, but he usually shows up to show me that he didn't want to see me.

On the late afternoon of the 17th i was also at the water, this time someone said "this one had trained enough", wich implied that training is not allowed to me.
On my way back the leftie who had passed me the day before passed me at about the same point, at about the same time. Maybe he has a job there.
When i cycled up the street where the brothel and a discotheque are a dirty looking man with short shaved hair, that the skin could be seen, wearing cut-off military pants, came out, he jumped in the air with both feet and also landed on both simultanously, while he had his arms outstretched, and said "piss off"("verpiss dich") when i passed, there was no one else near. He looked as trollish as possible.
In the inner city near a drummer a man with fixed specially glassy eyes passed me, he wanted to show me how mad he can look. I bougth me some beer at a petrol station.
In the evening i was at a petrol-station again, to get more beer. Someone forgot his billfold in front of the till, it looked much like mine, but the colour was different, it was dark red. I gave it to the clerk and said that someone forgot it, seemed he'd already left. The clerk said that there is no name of the owner, without looking at the cards, seemed he wanted to let me know that he would keep it to himself. This was usually one of their actions, if i would have taken it they would have made me a thief, if not an idiot.
It's to hang on something at me, i had a somewhat similar situation before.
Now i was stupid enough to leave my fingerprints on the billfold.
When i had left the petrol station on the other side of the streetcrossing there was a police-bus. On my way back an aping starer on a bicycle near home.

Today there was a gesturer in the morning when i walked down to the near supermarket, an old man, he had his mouth wide open, then he looked down and holded his hand at his face, encircling his rigth eye as if he would have a monocle.
When i had left home the next time one streetcrossing from here there was a man with short-shaved hair, skin could be seen, orderly dressed, wearing an orange shirt. He scratched the back of his head, seemed he wanted to be recognized, then he turned his head to the rigth very fast when he was on the streetcrossing, he showed me that he had been training this, or how good his reflexes are.

And some others these days.

stop&halt

When i was sitting on the meadow in the near park in the afternoon on the 9th of june, one of two dark black men sitting on a near bank said "he still got paper". This was a taunt, because i rarely had touched a pen since the buddhist lefties at the coffee&fries-hut decided that i am not allowed to sit at their tables.
( i'm not 100% accurat with "dark" or "very dark", most of the black people who are of them have really dark skin.
When it started with the black they picked up the darkest, that was how they were focused on, beside certain shape, age )
On my way back i passed three black dressed lefties, sitting on a bank. The one in the middle had his eyebrows knitted and his lip somewhat billy-idolish, shirty or as if he would paroding the effect of the sun, he looked at me that way. The eyes looked normal, maybe he wanted to know if i would take it personally. He did remind me someone i knew.
When i left home in the evening a red newish looking car was parking directly in front of the entrance on the street, the door was open and the co-driver, a man, maybe turkish, looked towards me and said "dann geht sie voll ab", wich says something like "then she has an orgasm", common speaking.

On the 10th i was bicycling to the coast, on my way to it a bald shaved slender man stopped me in front of a kindergarten. He crossed my way, made a sound as if he was surprised, but the way he moved said he wasn't, when i had braked and he was standing in front of me he looked at my bicycle or a part of it (headset, maybe) and commented "it's o.k." ("geht doch") as if i would have asked him about his opinion.
Because my bicycle was making bad noise and also felt uncomfortable, i stopped on a way in the forest at the coast, and looked at the bb while cursing it considerably.
A man passed demonstrativly close to me and greeted me.
I greeted him back, but maybe he just thougth that this was funny, he'd passed me closely, despite i was already standing at the side of the way. When he was some distance away i cursed him also. Don't know if he had heared this. Everybody knows that passing someone closely without reason is annoying.
He had a blonde full beard, brown t-shirt.

On the 11th, on my way to the lefties bicycle-help, there were two kids skateboarding on the street at the near park. One of them was black. Immediatly before i would have passed them a woman on a bicycle stopped me, by turning from the pavement to the street, crossing my way and stopping directly in front of me. A contrived "excuse me". She liked it. A conservative black and white dressed woman, maybe 50.
At the bicycle-help there were two men, a young one with a ponytail, i have seen him before, and a vital one with a short grey full beard. Just in the moment i entered the young one said that he had done judo-tumbling when he'd fallen down once, a scripted conversation. Then they had another one about stealing bicycles, the conversation were the way that they imaginated i would say what they said. Because of the scripted conversation there was no need for normal one.
Once a men came in and yelled "are these bicycles or oldtimers"( after this short act he left ), the young one answered "both", so this was a revenge for my "both" on the 2nd in the park.
However, i got me bb fixed, about bicycles he could talk normally.
Why is this ? If they don't like me, why don't they just tell me ?
Because then i would ask them why, and i could tell someone else, without sounding complicated and silly.
So this was what the nameless got out of it.
When i was outside in the early evening there have been 3 facetouchers, two men and a woman.
On the eastside a welltrained strong rigthist passed me, he had a hating mouth only these rigthist can do, but it was controlled, while such expressions are a result of their mindset he was trained to show when he wanted this, maintaining this as a characteristic. He was wearing a red polo-shirt.
The next people were two blacks with bicycles, a man with a colourful voluminous hat and rastas and a child with incredible huge rastas, that i doubt they could be real.
When i was outside in the evening i passed a heap of official cars at a streetcrossing at the near park. 3 police cars, two of them busses, and an ambulance, parking all next to each other, but not parallel, on the pavement and the street in front of an icecream-shop. Theoretically there must have been a violent crime in one of the next buildings, i haven't seen anyone at the cars. The way they were parking looked strange, never seen a constallation like this before.
I was at a petrol station (don't have a car, mostly move with my bicycle), on my way back to the park there was a very trained bald shaved man dressed with a black t-shirt and black shorts, hurried but concentrated walking and turning on a spot, he seemed to wait for something, and it looked like an exercise. Before i passed him he turned around and made a step towards me, so i had to brake. He said "oh", without trying to look surprised. It was obvious before that this would be what he was waiting for.
When i was sitting on a bank in the near park and smoking a cigarette two men in dark blue uniforms approached.
It was obvious that they wanted to pass me very close, to show authority. If i would have looked at them this would have been a provocation. I looked to the side when they still have been a distance away. They were talking, i understood "pick up the cars at three". When they passed me as close as possible, despite there was much space, they said nothing. When they had passed me, the one who was close to me, a heavy bald shaved man with sunglasses who moved like a rocker said "never mind/not so important"("ist auch nicht so wichtig"), a routinated joke because i had looked to the side. On their backs i could read "sicherheit"(security).
At a bigger streetcrossing a police car with blue ligths and siren on passed me.
This (time i was outside) was all within about an 3/4h.

At midnigth there were some people walking up the street here, one was talking very loudly, explaining "(name of quarter)...they all had families...we have stolen the 10-pfennige out of chewing-gum-machines, that was what we were like!", and also the word "burned"(gebrannt), i'm not sure about the meaning, could have been "drunk" or also "attacked".
Maybe someone who knew me back 10 years ago had said something normally, and now they were paroding this.

When i came back home on the 12th, a postwoman( without uniform ), reddish coloured hair, no more young but fit, standing in a way to accentuate this, was waiting in front of the entrance, she asked me if i could take a packet for a neighbour, the woman who lives on the other side of the floor. I agreed. When i took it, i wondered, the postwoman could had put the envelope into the box. I later slided it through the door.
When i left home in the afternoon, an athletic dark black man, cleanshaved head, wearing a red polo-shirt, as the rigthist the day before, came down the street. When i arrived at the water a barefooted jogger laughed in a stupid way when he passed me. He had a shaved (very short hair) head, athletic, grey t-shirt and shorts. Maybe one of the altered/improved rightists.
Later at the water a police-car, looked like timing when it passed me.
When i bicycled through the near park there was a group of dark black men sitting on two of the banks or standing in front of them. They were slender, most or all of them (not sure, just passed them) were shaved bald.
When i passed them one of them pointed towards the other side of meadow, where often black people are sitting, and said "massai, there are many"(in english). When i sit on a bank in the park it's usually one of them here, the blacks had already showen years ago that they don't want me in the park, or buying bread or whatever, next to them are the buddhist lefties, they are very territorial, at nigth they also claim that the pavement on that side is theirs. So i sit on this side here. But it was just a question of time till they found out that this is a provocation.
When i was outside in the evening i passed three black dressed lefties who were working at a stage/tent (for the city week).
One of tehm, a woman loudly yelled towards my direction "(name), what have been the other names, again"(" was waren noch mal die anderen Namen"), in the way that the first name would already be one of them.
It sounded as if she would accuse me of beeing anti-antifa.
When they were out of sigth i said to myself "sh!t fascist lefties". There was a single person near me, he could have heared this. On my way back someone stared at me, frowning as much as possible, eyes wide open, holding this antic. He was wearing grey camouflage-like pants, short hair, shaved and grown. Maybe the one before was already one of them, it looked somewhat like this, as if he had been waiting, listening and then got it. And before i turned in the street where i live another one of them passed me on a bicycle, staring at me with the same antic.
The first frowned starer had a cigarete in his mouth, but not lighted. When i'd left home i had one in my mouth, i had lighted it few streets later.
When i was at the railwaystation, later on the evening, to buy me a pizza, a turkich man started to run and passed me, concentrating on making no noise. He had a stupid smile, he wanted me to recognize this exercise. He runtowards the trains, then he came back with another turkish one, wearing a red t-shirt, who followed him, also running this way, and with this fidget expression( see 9th, last posting ). They stopped at the dönershop next to the pizza, after they'd passed me, seemed they knew some others there.
Then a group of teenagers came up to me, a tall slender one asked me if i would have a cigarette, i had only one, stuck behind my ear, waiting till i finished the pizza. He wanted to buy it for 20cents, but no.
When i wanted to leave the station a dark black woman wanted to enter, but she just looked at me, despite the timing. She looked not bad. And she looked .so. intelligent. She did accentuate this with these glasses.
Outside i passed the black dressed ones, now someone in a super-blue t-shirt was with them, looking at me.
Near home a woman on a bicycle passed me, maybe late 40ies, she looked into my eyes, this had an sexual expression, and she had formed her mouth into a round hole, it looked obscene.
She did remind me someone, from martial arts, but with this antic i cannot say.

I think this was all these days.

daily parallel

There haven't been so many of them these days, i'll describe some.

When i was at the flea-market on the 3rd of june, a conservative man with a grey full beard said "may the force be with you" ("möge die Macht mit dir sein") when passing me. A stiff taunt. He knows what this had to say. He was in companion of a black dressed woman (wife), he was wearing an orderly white shirt and black pants, as they are worn with a suit, and in contrast to this, paying tribute to the location, a washed-out looking pale pink summerly jacket.
When i arrived home a man walked down the street who focused on his walking style, straigth upper body, consistent movement, wide steps, somewhat overdone. He was wearing a black and red striped sweatshirt, brown flared pants, black beanie, and he had a shoulder bag like me, maybe the same. I had adjusted the belt-length, and he had his, matching mine.
He was kind of i'm-more-left-than-you catwalk model.
When i was at a petrol station in the evening, a leftie dressed in black, sleeveless shirt, came in, agressively walking, but controlled, relaxed arms, straigth body. He impressed me with his decidedness, don't get in his way. To make it sure.
7 of them that day, or 10 with companions and a comment( 2 3/4h).

When i was at the shopping centre in the inner city at the 4th, there have been some black people near it, who seemed to be from them. But they didn't do anything special, it was just as if there would be a mechanic behind it, that droppes them here to ensure the contingent. The first three on my way to the centre, all dark black bald males, also much the same expression, then two medium dark ones, maybe brother and sister, who passed me within the rotatory door. When i was sitting outside and drank a coffee, there was a dark black man with big rastas talking to a smaller older bald white one, then a dark black one with normally grown hair passed on a bicycle when they had moved on, at all it seemed a clockwork behind it, also with the expressions of some. Exept an expressly foot-shuffling person this was all that day (about 1 1/4h).

When i was sitting in the near park in the morning of the 5th, reading, two jogger passed me, one said :" he didn't know it" ("das kennt er gar nicht"). Then i left the park when two ppeople started thai-chi practice, i didn't want to wait till they show what gesture they have for me this time.
The next time i was outside, on the next bigger street, an athletic man, maybe a martial artist, stopped in front of three women, before i passed them. He explained to them :" he doesn't need this" ("das hat er nicht nötig").
Later when i passed some people one said "yes, there someone has been beaten up" ("da wurde mal einer zusammengekloppt"). Next of them was an older woman who exhaled when i passed her, as it is done in exercises.
A man on a bicycle passed me, he was wearing gloves of greyish-blue colour, as two masked demonstrators shown on a photography i had linked in a online discussion-forum did (i picked it up from an online-newspaper, because it seemed they were doing an exercise while throwing, moving their arms exactly the same, the one behind made really a shadow of the one in front).
The next time i was outside i passed an orderly dressed man who said "just beat him/them up" ("einfach in die frsse hauen") into his cellphone. Well-kept haircut, orderly short-sleeved shirt.
When i was at a petrol-station at nigth, a guy wearing a new black t-shirt with a big white star on it passed.
He looked athletically, hair and clothing well-kept.
When i passed the near bank an athletically all black-dressed leftie entered, antifa.
6 of them within 3h, with companions about twice this.

In the morning of the 6th i passed a guy dressed in black, autonom-style, who walked in a conspicious consistend shuffling way, cool. He had his hood on, beneath a peaked cap, all black, looked new.
When i was outside at noon i passed a sniffer near home, a postman walking towards his bus.
At the afternoon i passed a sniffer at the near park. He was sitting on a bank, a gaunt man, black sunglasses, dressed worn black clothing, pale whtish peaked cap, his yellow old steel bicycle leaned against the bank.
He had a liter of juice in his hand, watched me, waiting till i passed to make his noise. He looked like someone who was experienced powdering his nose.
And later when i had left the near supermarket a sniffer passed, a woman, with her child, both on bicycles.
4 (6) within nearly 3h.

When i was on my way to the near baker in the morning of the 7th i passed two sniffers. The first was a blonde man, looked like a surfer. The second was one of three workers( about where the postman was day before), unloading a car, he repeated the discrete noise.
I took a trip to the eastside with my bicycle, on my way back i wanted to drink a coffee at the pedestrian zone at the beach.
When i entered an icecream-cafe two soldiers, wearing camouflage uniforms and brigth red berets passed me.
Inside there were two persons sitting at a desk, especially the one big style. He taunted me " boy( junge), your hair is too long. Reeeally short ". He sounded drunk. I ignored him. The coffe would be 2,20€ there, too expensive, i could buy somewhere else. Short time later i passed a group of brigth red berets, walking in the direction of the previous.
The leader, a greyhaired man with moustache, signalized me that i would get too close, to ensure i knew that he wouldn't step to the side. They were walking in formation, they were on duty, the authority was with them.
Could have been military police (Feldjäger), who had to catch a drunken soldier. When they need that many for one the drunk would usually be an elite soldier.
It would make a funny coincidence, because it has just been reported that military police supported regular police, watching the streets bacause of g8. Wich was against the law.
Later when i passed some people sitting at a beach a younger woman loudly taunted "there he is ! He did sooo much for us !".
When i was outside in the evening a man came towards me, he had a darker complexion, was wearing saturated red( darker than the berets) upper cothing and black pants. While he looked into my eyes he sweept along his nose with his finger, then, continuing this move, gripped his upper lip between finger and thumb and stretched it, still looking into my eyes.
Without companions 6 of them( at all, including soldiers 20 or so), within than 6-7h.

On the 8th a nosetoucher at the park, a dark black man on a bicycle. Later in the park a discrete sniffer, a jogging girl, a young teenager dressed in black jogging clothing.
When i was outside at the afternoon at the near market/parking place i passed a man who was standing on the pavement, as if he would be officiallly there for lookout. He had darker complexion, tattooed lower arms, looked like lag.
Not much further there was an overweigthed rocker, "germany"(in english) printed with white letters on his black t-shirt, standing in front of an old woman, dressed with orange upper clothing. He was holding a red rosary in his hand, presenting it to her, close to her face.
The next time i was outside i passed someone dressed adequate to the rocker (no "gemany", just colours:dirty punky style), he was wearing earphones. Next of them was an orderly dressed sniffer, an athletic man, maybe 20 years, white newish looking white sweatshirt. He had something in his hand, when i passed him he made a clicking sound with it.
4 (10) within 4h or so.

Today on my way to the market i passed a sniffer, an older couple on bicycles, wearing spick&span white shirts, she did the noise, he looked at me. Near the market i passed an older gaunt man, dressed with a saturated basic-blue t-shirt, short shorts, he talked to himself "egypt, lebabon, israel, worldwar, that's what it is about", and then "you, worldwar".
On my way back before i turned in the street here an athletic man in his 20ies passed me. When he was next to me he touched his face and, as if this was a signal to himself or already part of it, leaned his upper body forward and started to run, smooth and consistent silent movement, keeping his sligthly cowering posture. He was wearing a red t-shirt, of the same saturation as the blue one of the old man before, and black shorts, maybe same as the old man.
Up to now three of them within 40min.

The situation with the neighbour in the flat above me is less intense in the last weeks than it was the most time. But still there.

holy glue

When i left home at the evening of the 29th may, on the other side of the streetcrossing there was a man standing facing in my direction, holding a cellphone at his ear. He looked fit, maybe about 30 years, short dark hair, he was wearing a white sweatshirt with thin black horizontal stripes on it. He said "there it is easiest to forget" ( "das kann man da ja am besten vergessen" ), in the meaning that there must be the need to forget something, pronounciating "forget" with a sharper, meaningful-knowing tone. He had a little accent, maybe east-european. The burden of his mission forced him to stand askew at some degrees, but he did withstand it, with his tensioned body.
Around the corner one of my neighbours came towards me, an older woman. I greeted her, but she looked to the side, than upwards to my flat. The first time she did so.
When i came to the near park a woman, maybe end of 30ies, darker complexion, left it. She gave me a determined look, in her rigth hand she was carrying a bow, made of ligth wood, i think with a string on it.
Later a man, early 20ies, with short-shaved hair passed me on a bicycle, he concentrated to hold his face-expression, he had knit his eyebrows to get an agressive expression, completely overdone, looked really like classic comic-book-style.
With this antic he gave me a look to present it to me, his eyes were not really connected to me, no personal interest, he was just doing so because he was told so, that's all.
When i arrived at the water a woman in her late 50ies, wearing a signal-orange jacket, passed me, she had her eyes nearly closed. With this she looked somewhat like a relaxed version of the muslim woman from the morning of the 26th.
On my way back there have been two people concentrating on aping face expression, the first one was half aping half like the eyebrow-holder before. Both with bicycles, the second one sqeaked his brakes immediatly after he passed me.
Then a nosegesturer (basic version), a carpenter in traditionel black clothing with a wide/broad hat. He was some distance away, so he turned around and looked at me, after he had passed, to ensure that i got it.
Before i turned in the street where i live, i passed four older asian woman with umbrellas (sligthly raining ), one started to sing before i passed, and she looked at the other, one supported her a few words. Sounded like a child song. The day before i bougth me some sushi, the woman who sold me the sushi looked somewhat like the singer. Not sure, didn't look closer to her.
About midnigth i carried down some waste, the young woman who lives on the opposite side of the floor had perched at her open door and was talking to a friend of her, who'd leaned against a wall downstairs.
He looked somewhat conservative, beneath his hhaki jacket he was wearing a black sweathirt with thin horizontal white stripes on it, same as the man on the other side of the streetcrossing the last time i left the house, just inverted. When i passed him the ligth automatically switched off (she switched it on then).
Within 1 1/4 h there have been 16 people who behaved somewhat different that day.

When i was outside in the morning of the 30th, someone out of sigth yelled "my slip !".
When i arrived at home in the late evening, a man with a fair retriever-dog came up the street. I was standing in the door and taking my bicycle inside when the confident snoopy older dog was standing in front of me, looking at me.
The dog moved on, then the man passed, he turned his head at me, and greeted me in a somewhat military way, as if he had to do so. The way he moved was also like this, he turned only the head. Seemed to be a rigthist, dark gi-styled hair, an athletic person. Maybe this was for the neighbours, to work out some rumours.
3, maybe 4 people within 1 h that day.

When was on my way to the laundry in the afternoon of the 31st, just around the corner two hopping girls, maybe 8 years or so, came towards me. I already thougth what could be next, because they looked so optimal. Then at the end of the street there was a man standing, maybe 30, fair hair, newish looking black hooded sweatshirt and pants, basically dressed like many lefties do, but he didn't really look like one. Seemed he concentrated to hold his cellphone in the same position, looking on the display. Maybe it had a camera. Short time before i passed him he started to move on, when he was passing me he was still looking at his phone and now typing slowly.
Before i arrived at the laundry an overweigted man in an brigth orange t-shirt and camouflage trousers passed me, he looked like a rigthist. He looked shirty, maybe he didn't want to be there. The next one behind him was a dark black one on a bicycle, don't know if this had to do with it.
On my way back, close to this, a man, maybe 50, wearing a polo-shirt of the same orange colour, beneath a greyish-khaki jacket, similar shade like the camou-tousers of the one before, passed me.
The next of them was a man, seemed his shaved legs liked solarium, wearing an usa-coloured t-shirt beneath his jacket, the same t-shirt the man i described on the 14th may, maybe he was the same person, i'm not sure, maybe the one on the 14th was bigger. However he was dressed the same, short shorts, gi-ish haircut, he walked on the other side of the street. He gave me a directed look twice, to show that he had an eye on me.
When i was outside at the early evening/late afternoon, a woman who pointed at her nose passed me, opposite of a church, where a woman was singing, a musician. The woman who passed me had long dark hair, about 30 years old, short pink sleeveless shirt, pale yellow flared pants. Short time later the next of them passed me, a man on a bicycle, pointing at his nose while looking at me, in a pushy friendly way, he looked directly into my eyes, if as we would know each other. Maybe early 40ies, darker hair, conforming jeans jacket and pants. He got really on my nerves. The next person i passed was a dark black woman, maybe this was part of the timing, and they wanted me to be in a bad mood when i pass her.
When i turned in the next big street a man who looked like buddha passed me on a bicycle, he smiled when he looked at me, he had no hair, maybe no hair at all on his head, he was really overweighted and looked like one of these sculptures one can buy iat asia-shops. He was wearing a brigth orange t-shirt, as the one near the laundry.
On myway back, near the park, there was a man, maybe turkish origin, he was wearing a white t-shirt, had tensioned arms, his shoulders much forward, his lips also, with his mouth open. He stood there, holding this expression while looking at me, looked somewhat agressive, also somewhat gay.
9 of them within 3h, with people who were just part of the timing, like the childs and the black, and people who seemed to quote previous without getting nasty it would make 17 people.

When i was at the bank before noon on the 1rst june, a soldier came in, the way it seems he wanted to be seen, he walked in a resolute here-i-am-style. He had gi-ish haircut, darker hair. Before and after he showed up there was an older man each, touching his face while looking at me, a discrete gesture, but both did much the same, same rhythm.
Then i was at the cheap supermarket. When i unlocked my bicycle a grey-haired man, wearing a blck t-shirt and a neon-yellow backpack, passed me. He was talking to himself when he looked at me. He continued to talk to himself when he'd passed me, gesticulating with his rigth hand. I understood a word, it was "nazi".
When i was outside with my bicycle in the afternoon, in a suburb a woman, in her 20ies, with really wet dark long hair came towards me, she was touching/rubbing her eye, and a man who was waiting with his bus to turn in the street was then touching his face, as if they would interact this way, but thats just for show, they alway get their instructions. He had grey hair, a moustache, he had a white bus, public services (Stadtwerke), with "Störung"(disturbance) printed on it.
On my way back, at a street crossing, two little childs, darker complexion, were walking in front of me when a man on a bicycle came towards me. He was wearing a bicyclist helmet, black sunglasses and purple upper clothing. He repeatedly looked hectically at me, and then to the childs, while moving the finger along the strap of his helmet, encircling his face, while smiling mischivously. The was as well adressed at me as to the childs, he did harass them also.
It's nothing new that they work this way with the childs-theme, to get some pressure behind it.
The next person who passed me was a man wearing an orange jacket, he looked at me.
In the next street i passed a man who was wearing a sweatshirt of the same purple as the one with the helmet.
10 of them within about 3 1/4h, including others who have been part of the timing, as the childs, it would make 14.
( there have also been some where i was not sure about, that day. Looked as if there would have been a rhythm behind some, connecting them, but that was it. One of them looked like someone i knew till the end of the 90ies, he also lived near where i had seen him, but i'm not sure )

In the morning of the 2nd two men on bicycles passed me, maybe late 30ies, one had darker complexion. One of them said "i have two children".
When i was at the market on the near place a salesman said "these two" in a somewhat derisive way when a dark black woman was walking in front of me.
When i was at home it rung at my door, it was a boy with a big bouquet of flowers, he asked me if i could take it for one of my neighbours. It was for the woman who looked to the side on the 29th. When i told him where she lived he was surprised, as if it didn't came into his mind to try to deliver it there.
When i was sitting in the near park in the afternoon, drinking a beer, people with baby carriages and little children came closer. One of them was an athletic man, already greyish hair, wearing clothing of orange and other reddish colours, spiritual lefties style. He kicked a plastic ball against a tree, it rebounds and then rolled towards me.
When he was next to me he said to a child who looked at me "you don't have to fear him, he's just sitting there",
and a woman behind him said "maybe he feeds on little children" ("vielleicht frisst er kleine Kinder"),
the man "he's just drinking beer",
me "both".
Spiritualized investigators, they haven't been here for fun, the woman looked afraid, i've seen her eyes.
My reaction could tell them how many children i have eaten.
Before these people passed me a woman, holding a baby in her arms, had asked me if i could throw my cigarette in the bushes, instead on the way, because her baby would feed on them( "die frisst sie sonst").
There was a jogger who passed in front of me six times, a stronger big heavy man, gi-ish haircut, maybe a cop, before he passed me the last time he spitted out, still some distance away, then looked at me, it had something to say to him, maybe he motivated himself for running with passing me, a winner.
6 of them within 1 1/4h.

morning math

On the early morning of the 26th i bougth me a coffee at the railwaystation and sat at the water. In the a foggy morning, i could see the trees on the other side, but not further, a single person passed me. A muslim woman, maybe north-african( not black ), 50 years or so, wearing a pale yellow headscarf and a long coat. She had an energetic walk-style, before she passed in front of me i looked at her, she had her eyes closed, looked nearly as sleeping. Seemed that this should say that she is so pious that i should not look at her, because it would be really insulting. But she passed in front of me, at the water, behind me there was much more space, so it was somewhat paradox. She walked really straigth, anything was mathematically exact, her uprigth body, walking resolute parallel to the water, her arms did orbitate the body (ellbows much back at every step), instead just going for-and back, their ellbows remained bent at the same degree, she moved only her shoulders, hand and arms were one-piece. All this consistence looked like kind of ki-exercise.
I looked to the side, it was so concentrated, if she would had opened her eyes i would necessarily looked at her in the wrong moment. I found myself looking to the side for a while.
Next time i was outside it was early evening. On the other side of a streetcrossing two muslim women, headscarfs and long coats, were waiting. One of them had a blanket with her, same pale yellow colour as the headscarf of the woman in the morning, also with a spread pattern on it. When i bicycled down the street an other cyclist passed me, he looked at me, his big full beard made a contrast to his young bald-shaved face, he was blue-eyed, had glasses.
Then a cyclist, not younger than 40, passed me. He was wearing his black jacket with the backside to the front, it fitted him like half a poncho this way, beneath he was wearing a white shirt, as they are worn to a suit.
Then i was sitting on a bank on top of the big meadow in the near park, to smoke a cigarette.
A woman, maybe 50 years old, stopped next to the bank and stared at me. She had blue eyes, and she had a white dog with her. She was heading directly towards me. She made two short shuffling steps, as if she would stumble towards me, but abruptly stopped, and stared at me, again, while her dog pissed at the bush next to the bank. Then she moved on.
Just when she had passed a somewhat darker man, maybe arabian, usually not a weak person, in his 40ies, walked the path that crosses the big meadow.
He walked in a military way, not parading, but consistend and forceful, to show discipline and routine.
When he had reached the middle of the meadow he pointed to his nose with his left hand, the gesture fitted to the way he moved. When he came to the end of the path he took out a cellphone with his rigth. He had well-kept black hair, his clothes looked new, he was wearing an earthy-brown jacket and boots in the same colour, black pants, i think he had cargo-pants.
When i left home on the evening there was a broken beer-bottle next to the entrance, seemed it was crushed in front of it, already empty, and then the cullet already put to the side.
When i came back, at the streetcrossing a man came towards me, he had a darker complexion, maybe arabian, he looked to the ground, before he pased me he spread the fingers of his left hand, with tension, and looked at me, still holding his head down. Looks somewhat like a comic-posture, "the crow" or so. Maybe late 30ies, glasses.
When i was outside later that evening i passed four people, when i turned two streets from here. Two in the front, two behind them. Three (white) teenagers and a bald dark black men. One of the teenagers made a sniffing noise.
Short time later i passed a teenager who made their nose-gesture, pointing at his nostril.
Later two teenagers on bicycles passed me, one showed me the finger, fun for him.
I stopped, somewhat late, and turned around. They also had stopped, they were standing there with another cyclist who was behind me. Maybe their idea has been that the gesture was adressed to the one behind me, kind of greeting, so i would have no rigth to complain. The two were looking at me, the other cyclist was stnding with his back towards me.
I showed them the finger. I turned around, just when i had my feet on the pedals i heared a noise behind me, something small has dropped on the pavement, or had been thrown there. Don't know where it came from.
Directly on the other side of the wide street, parking cars in the mid, there was a group of black dressed people, watching me.

On the other two days they did nearly nothing.
When i was at a petrol station on the 27th, someone behind me in line complained in an overdone way that i wouldn't be fast enough. He leaned his body forward, to bring his agressive face beside me, so i could see it. A greyhaired, but fit man, wearing a dark red sweatshirt.
Later i was at a petrolstation agin, a girl came in, she had a cellphone and said "für die Heimat"("for the homeland"), as part of their conversation( or just repeating ). Outside again, not much later someone said with a matching pronounciation "it's as it is at the army" ("das ist ja wie bei der Bundeswehr").

When i was at the baker at the railwaystation in the morning of the 28th, an old gray-haired man, dressed in white and pale gray, left the station, he made a nose-gesture and a sniffing noise.

The nose-gesture was paused for about half a year, now it is in use again.

black gloves again and a mirrored meditator

When i was on my way to the baker in the early morning of the 22nd may, i passed a man on a street-bicycle who looked panicked, as if he was searching for a gap between the cars to escape from me. He was wearing neon-yellow clothing, rain-clothing, despite it was a sunny day.
When i left home on the evening a black dressed skinhead passed on the streetcrossing here on a bicycle, while abruptly turning his head on several not very interesting things, maybe cars, bicycles, the wall, as if something would be going on there, wich accented his fraugth expression.But he also looked like kind of watchman.
He had a shoulder bag similar to mine.
I was at the near bank, when i left it another skinhead was passing in front of it, he looked much the same as the one before, somewhat gaunt but athletically, same nearly fresh shaved bald head, but dressed in jeans jacket and appendant jeans.
He also had the same stiff expression, but without the fraugth searching.
Later, on my way back, i passed a heavier build bald shaved man who was standing on a side-street, talking to someone at a window above, in a perfect-neighbours-tone. Just perfekt. Next to him there was a man in blue workclothing. Short distance further at the next street-crossing there was a skinhead who'd turned his back to me, he covered over a bicycle as if he would be doing something, relieying on looking somewhat disturbing while doing so, there is something wrong ! He was dressed much like me. At the streetcrossing an athletic man with dark long curly hair, wearing a white sweatshirt, came towards me, he had his mouth wide open, so i could see his tongue well, he looked at me this way.
The next time i was outside on the near parking/market place there was a fresh shaved bald man standing, white t-shirt a khaki vest, of the same plain shape as the old man on the 21st got. When i had looked to the side and then seen him again he moved his hand downwards, he'd made a gesture in this moment, with his rigth hand, that was decorated with a golden ring.
I was outside in the evening, but i got health-problems, i sometimes have. I sat down on the stair of an entrance, it didn't take long and one of them passed on the other side of the street. After he'd looked at me he moved his mouth, to accentuate his nose. He was wearing dark clothes, headscarf (gangsta-style), looked like someone who had much experience with drugs, usually cokain. Then the next one passed me, coming from the same direction, but in front of me. He had long blonde hair, looked into my eyes, he looked normally, then he looked at my bicycle, as if he would expect kind of answer from it, or a part on it. Both men in their 40ies.

When i was ouside in the early evening of the 23rd, i passed two men who presented a gesture on a streetcrossing at the near parking/marked place. They holded each others hands firmly, making their hands scream: here are confidence and sincerity. They were posing in profile, symmetrically standing. The one to the left was a heavy man, maybe late 30ies, short gi-ish dark hair, he was usually weigth-trained. He had remarkeble thick strong lower arms( see comment from 21st ), his rigth, handholding arm was all over covered with a pattern, the lower and the upper, till it was covered by the shirt, it was just a structure, lines that became thinner and curved to their ends. It was very black, and the lines did not become really thin at the ends, it looked like drawn with a marker, i think it was a body-painting. Maybe someone was bored by dressing his minions.
The other was a conservative looking man in his 50ies. He said "and now you'll be going to train this", in the meaning that it should be exercised as instructed. The strong one confirmed that he would do so(" das kriege ich hin ").
( when i was watching the news on tv i've seen where they got the hands from : they're on the afghanistan logo from the military mission )
Later an ear-toucher(bald shaved man, maybe late 30ies, maybe skinhead), a nose-toucher( black dressed&sunglassed couple, the girl says "frighten"("Angst machen") to him, after he did hid gesture.
When i was outside again a younger man on an mtb came towards me, he was wearing black fingerless gloves, as the man on the 19th, and touched the handlebar of a older bicycle that was locked on a guard-trail, before he passed me.

When i was at the cheap supermarket on the 24th, a homeless(?) one who sells a magazine, he had done something for them before, was standing in front of it, he was wearing a sweatshirt with broad yellow and black horizontal stripes, like the Dalton brother prisoner clothing.
Inside the clerk who is one of them passed me several times, but did nothing, maybe because there was a new clerk with him.
When i had left the supermarket there was a group of people on the other side of the street. I think four of them were much the same, hyperactive, and liked to take hang-around gang-poses, at the guard-trail and the wall. Two of them were bald, one of the bald was wearing a yellow sweatshirt. They were in their 30ies, wearing common clothes. Next to them/behind them there was a bearded homeless one, maybe in his 50ies, who was stooping over his luggage, remaining so.
There was a weigth-trained man, who belonged to them, leaving. He was entirely tattooed, also his face. He was wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with a "50cent"-logo, and a headscarf. He had his arms somewhat spread, hung them on the muscles of his back, to show them (Rasierklingen unter den Achseln=>razor-armpitted). One from the four said "Olaf, are you going to Heiligendamm ?", pronouncing it as if they had been there often before. Seemed this was adressed to the striped magazine-seller, but usually sayed just to be sayed( no, i don't think they actually met dressed in yellow to date ).
When i bicycled the street at the supermarket, just around the corner, someone who pointed at his nose came towards me, still a bigger distance away, at the next street-crossing. Black T-shirt, in his 20ies, somewhat darker complexion.
When i had left the house in the early evening and had just turned at the streetcrossing here, a man came towards me on a bicycle, he put his fingers into the pocket of his pink shirt, as a gesture. I just had put some slim chewing gums into the pocket of my shirt, and was chewing one. I had been searching them before, and they commented it immediatly. The man was in his 20ies, wearing black sunglasses. Behind him at the next streetcrossing, there was a woman with a dog, she was wearing a wide sweatshirt of exactly the same pink colour. When i had turned at the stretcrossing a blonde woman with a baby carriage looked at me and pointed at her cheek, she was wearing a sweatshirt with thin horizontal white and pink stripes.
In the quarter with high migrant-% i passed an really overweigthed man, sitting on a scooter, without a helmet. He was wearing a brigth orange t-shirt, with a little tribal on the sleeve, that looked much like one on his arm below it. When i passed him he said "Deutschland".
Somewhere on the eastside a weigth-trained man passed me. He was wearing a plaid blue shirt, black fingerless gloves, he had a filled military backpack. In his left hand he carried a staff, holding it horizontally, looked like the ones used in the martial arts i did once, also of the same colour and thickness. He had an agressive and resolved expression, this was not for fun.

When i came back from the baker at the railwaystation in the early morning of the 25th, a man on a black fullsuspension-mtb nearly drove into me. I'd arrived at the streetcrossing at the near parking/market-place, diagonally opposite from where they stucked the flower between the spokes/from where the robotmonk( this cyclist came from the opposite direction ) passed me, on the 18th. I wasn't fast, because i had a coffee in my left hand, and slowed down, looking for moving cars. I haven't seen any, i'm not sure if the traffic light already had switched to green, because i go when there are no cars. But when the cyclist had passed me they were green, so he should had already red. He was coming from the left side, going as fast as possible, concentrating on moving nothing except his legs.
He had seen me, because he came from the side, i looked at him, to estimate if he would pass behind me, wich would be normal in this situation, or in front of me, not correct, but one is always half a pedestrian and arranges with the others.
He concentrated to refuse the sligthest reaction, pedaled as fast as he could. I braked, with on hand at the handlebar, a part of my frontwheel was on the bycicle lane, wich was part of the pavement. He did not pay attention at all, he concentrated to ride in the middle of the lane. While passing me he says fastly "das muss ja gehalten werden" wich says "it must be holded/kept/stopped", a joke, because "it" referred to my coffee or me as well as to his pedaling rhythm/speed.
Maybe he hoped to make me drop the coffee, at least. He was fast as a car.
I yelled a "what" at him, not even agressive, maybe i was curious if he would react, he did not, he had his clear instructions.
On the one side it would not be difficult to ram someone with a bicycle, but for doing this at highest speed a meditation/ritual to work down one's inhibition treshold makes sense.
He was wearing a red jacket, a blue helmet, black cycling shorts.
With blue ligth there would be no need to stop at red.
He was a trained man, maybe late 30ies, i don't expect that cycling is his original discipline. Maybe it was inspired by the doped cyclists on tv.
When i was outside at noon, i've seen remarkable many black people, as if they decided to go outside all at once.
In the pedestrian area someone said loudly "did i importune you" ("harbe ich sie bedränkt"), with a overdone pronounciation, seemed an old man said this to an old woman, they did say nothing else, it does'nt really sound like conversation.
When i bougth me a coffe in he inner city in the early evening, two men were sitting in front of the döner-shop. Next to them a black fullsuspension-mtb was leaned against the chairs. One said "by the way, did i tell you that i drive now without gear ?" to the other. Seemed he wanted that to be heared, i heared nothing else. Maybe the one in the morning had their version of a track-bike, as revenge for me rarely shifting ( I thougth about kicking my back derailleur).
When i drank my coffee on the other side of the place, a bald sunglassed man on a black fullsuspension-mtb came up the street.

And others these days, people pointing at their faces, noses, people making comments from out of sigth.

taunting nazi/taunted nazi

When i was at the big bridges on the 18th may, i heared the laugher of a woman, but i couldn't see her from my perspective. It sounded like the characteristik laugher i had sometimes heared from the flat above me, an woman, maybe 50, a rougher laugh. On my way back, near home, i cleanshaved bald man with a healthy teint, taller than average, came towards me, on a bicycle. I already expected that he would be one of them, he became more energetically as closer as he came. Also agressiv in the way that it says he could, if he would. Of course, i would'nt have had any chance, but that's not uncommon. He looked into my eyes, he had brown, he did a special exercise with his face-expression, kind of meditation, to impress me how much control he had about anything. The eyelids were straigth and horizontal, the upper and the lower were parallel, giving his eyes a rectangular shape. The pupils were in the mid, so the iris was cut at the upper and lower at the same amount.
The lips were also parallel, ligthly open, creating an appendant mouth. A very controlled person. The robotmonk passed my with his antic. He was a pressure-worker, but it was too absurd, i had to laugh( when he'd passed me, of course ). Then i waited at the traffic-ligts, and when i started i found that there was something between the spokes of my backwheel.
It was an orange flower, a rose or so, with a long stipe, already limp, it had lost some leaves on my way.
Fear them and love them, they are the creators, because they could destroy one. Of course, they do, or at least support it, but never mind, don't be fussy about that.
When i was outside in the evening i passed the railwaystation, a group of people were standing near the entrance, i wasn't close to them, i had just seen that there were bald among them. One was loudly taunting "but i'm against nazis, too!"-so they obvious were some.
When passed the park near the townhall, there was a gesturer, moving his hand towards his face/nose, only a discrete gesture, but in the moment he'd done this on the other side of the park someone exploded a banger. This wouldn't have appeared to others in this context, there was a fireworks later in the evening. The man was about 50 years old, wearing khaki coloured clothing.
When i cycled through the near park a bald man, maybe 40, came towards me, an red polo-shirt beneath his black jacket. When he looked at me with his motionless face to took his left hand out of his pocket and moved his finger down from his eye, maybe this should symbolize a tear.
At the near bank i had a try on the stair, and there have been a woman and a man, he had an older yellow street-bicycle, the woman said to the man " (but) he's doing so"( "tut er doch "). I think the man had explained something to her, why especially me would not need a mountainbike, something like this. I think he was the owner of the bicycle shop where they'd pressed in the headsetcups interchanged.
And there have been some other people that day, at least three wearing khaki or brown clothing, one younger who looked like a leftie, touching the tip of his nose with the ball of his hand. And two others, at least one of them usually a rightist, he looked like a symbiosis of a boyscout and policeman, with the old uniform, and he had a military backpack. They had both the same stiff necks and hair-length/cut. Already last week some of them liked to wear khaki or olive.

When i bougth buns at the baker at the railwaystation on the 19th, a man came towards he, from inside the baker, to pass me. While he came closer he made a nose-gesture, the basic gesture that had been used so often, except this year, pointing to his nostril. An maybe indonesian looking man, maybe late 40ies, dressed in conforming jeans jacket and pants.
There was a techno-wagon passing near the railwaystation, and some people were standing in front of the entrance. Among them three white-dressed turkish teenagers, when i carried my bicycle downstairs one was kidding "he's so strong !these muscles !". Don't know if some substances helped to be so funny.
In the inner city two childs passed me, maybe 7 years or so, on skateboards, and one had a surprisingly amazing skill to jump, really, then he came towards me and looked at me. Normally this would just be nice, but due to my experience i already expected that this was to show me what they can use now/got access to. When they'd passed me i turned to leave the pedestrian zone, and there was someone waiting, a man on a bicycle, posing in this watchman-style, his hands had demonstratively firmly grasped the bar, he was wearing black fingerless gloves, and he had a neon-yellow rigid fork.
I had the feeling that some pedestrians had moved in a way to control my speed, so i had to pass him slowly, and because i didn't want to see this poser i then couldn't look at his face. With the low, maybe controlled, speed this feeled as if they had forced me to confirm his authority. Maybe this was the revenge for my try at the stair the day before.
So many words for such a little gesture that is hard to describe, because at all it's just the subtle feeling of presence.
When i walked in the near park in the evening up the slope a group of black dressed teenagers walked on the parallel street. One cholerically shouted "then i would rather die !".

Just when i had entered the near park on the 20th, a big very blonde man in stretch-clothing, a superman-signal blue longsleeved shirt and a black shorts, showing his trained muscles, wearing black sunglasses, came towards me on the narrow way, bushes to the left and rigth. He seemed to be gay, and when he came closer he raised both hands to his breast, he made a gesture as if he would have tits, while he looked at me.
I've already learned that i should not go in the park when it's dark.
And two or three gesturers, in the park and on the way back. The last was dressed in black, with a white stripe on the sleeves of his training jacket, much like the "cockroach"-man i'd described inmy last posting. He had fair hair and was holding his hand horizontally at his upper lip, maybe this should be a sign for beard, not sure.

When i was waiting at a traffic ligth on my way to the baker in the morning of the 21st, a man on a bicycle passed me, a funny composition. The cycle was small, maybe a youngsters cycle, and the really high quill of a threaded stem reached out of the frame, with a blank newish road-bar on it. well, everybody as he want's. But again, one of these symbols. He had turned his head half-way towards me, and while turning on the bigger street, holding it in the same ankle turned towards me, to show me that he's here to accuse me for the cryptic meaning of his funny steering, something like this. A man in his 50ies.
I was at the do-it-yourself-bicyclehelp at the lefties, because i had beheaded a spoke.
On my way to it a man with a black shoulder bag, maybe same as i got ( and had with me ), on a bicycle touched his strap and lifted it sligthly, before he passed me.
The cyclehelp helped, as it should do ! Once two teenager came in to look at my cycle( while i had to do with the wheel ), one said disappointed "i thougth it would be new". It's just an used riged mtb, more than 10 years old, non-hyped brand. And a myth had let them to it.
When i was outside in the early evening/late afternoon, the lefty i had described on the 8th passed me. He wasn't hapy to see me, i was also not happy to see him. He had a black bicycle, with a mickymouse bar on it. Seems to be new, i would remember, because i don't understand this invention. Maybe this should be a complaint about me daring to go to bicyclehelp-lefties.
Immediatly after i passed him( he came towards me ) i passed a couple, a white woman and a dark black man, no other people in sigth, so maybe they've been also part of the timing.
I cycled to a river, and before i turned to the smaller way along it, an older man, dressed with a saturated red shirt and a black vest, like lucky luke, came towards me and looked at me with some authority, maybe a policeman.
I think it was on my way back, someone out of sigth yelled "these strong lower arms !" ( i'm no more than 65kg, so much to these comments )
i was outside another time, on the other side of the streetcrossing near he railwaystation two bald very dark black males were waiting. They looked as about half of the black stalkers looked like ( most of the other half looked same, except rastas ), maybe in their 30ies, and i would have a bad chance against them if it would get worse.
One said nicely "helloo, huhu", also raising his hand. I ignored them, and one said, not as loud as the greeting, but still hearable "nazi".
At nigth someone constantly squiling with his brakes bicycled the street here.

I've described most of them these days.