funny fireball

In the recent time they showed less activity than usual, and often not even real pressure behind it, but the last days they found back to their usual frequency.
The least is to show up only once a day, just to say that they are there, exept the 12th, when i was outside only once for a short time no one showed up( don't know if the loudspeaking people at nigth were some of them ).
I'll describe where they put some attention to detail.

On the 13th of july i was at the baker at the railwaystation( on my way there was one of them, an orderly dressed sniffer ) in the early morning, there was a group of people in front of the station, a woman who belonged to them loudly said "krikel-krakel" (wich maybe means something like badly done "sketchy") when i arrived. On the ramp that leads to the entrance there was one of them, a big man with short hair, a few fleshy frowns on his forehead, he gave me a derisive laugh. When i was waiting an energetically nosescratcher passed me, maybe one of them, the scratching was part of his moving system. Just when i had payed a man who had also bougth something there said " Thank you the same to you" ("Danke gleichfalls") to me while passing. So his alibi was that theoretically he could have said it to the baker, too late, but then it was obvious that it was adressed to me. He had a darker complexion, a slender man, hair to a ponytail, he was wearing a dark blue jacket with an embroidered red oriental ornament on his back. Outside he connected to some people waiting for him, maybe the one with the "krikel"-woman, and then they passed the street, clearly moving as a group. So this should show that they gave it "back" to me. Maybe artists.

In the morning of the 14th, just when i had left the house, two children, a girl and a boy, maybe 6 or 7 years, came up the street, the girl was always singing loudly "we are a super team" and a few times "that's none of your business" (wir sind ein super team/das geht euch gar nichts an), and then once, at the end "there-lives-my-friend" (da-wohnt-mein-freund), don't know where she pointed at, was behind me. So she said "friend" in the way that it was "the" friend, so her companion could not have been "the" friend...wich basically would only make sense if it was about a sexual relationship, and with that it would put the singing in this context.
In the afternoon i was visiting my parents. When i cycled up the street there was a black man, who stated to move when i had seen him. When i had turned in the next street he came up to me from the side, aping my face expression. This was a timing-exercise, he moved at a consistent speed, didn't need to hurry, because he was so attached to me. Maybe he showed up before, they have one black who seemed to live in the house where this one was standing in front of. One of the very few who are neither bald nor have rastas, they did him past their black main phase, because he lives in the neighbourhood. But i cannot be sure if he was this, because they are so many and like to work with people who look similar.
He was wearing a plaid shirt, and few streets later there was a bald shaved black man waiting at a streetcrossing, not moving at all, wearing the same shirt. Then my father was wearing a shirt with a similar pattern.
When i was looking out of the window at my parents a man in a pale blue t-shirt walked down the street, when he'd already passed he turned his head and looked up to me, directly into my face, with the usual assertiveness. He lives in that street, i think he's a journalist.

In the early evening of the 16th a black dressed man (t-shirt&shorts) came towards me, he raised his rigth arm fastly and moved it immidiatly back the same way, while he showed no reaction otherwise, so it was a body exercise, to only move the arm. Looked somewhat like a greeting. The next of them, some streets later, yelled the name of someone i knew once, back in the 90ies( not a common name ), he repeated this and then yelled "the petrol station is over there" ("da ist die Tanke"), except me there was only one person, an athletic black dressed (t-shirt&shorts) man with short hair who didn't react on this. I looked at the yeller, he was one of two men standing in front of an entrance, he had his left arm risen, pointing vaguely towards the petrol station, he was an athletic person, the other one was standing behind him, somewhat to the side. It was a roman caesar-posture.
Merged with the rising arm before the result would be the "deutsche Gruss"( maybe the one i knew became a rigthist, he always had sympathies for this, but i don't know really. He was a close friend of my brother, but this was past this ).

When i was sitting in the park in the afternoon of the 17th, there were two fire-breathers on the meadow. They rarely did, but when they did they made really huge fireballs. They never did when i looked at them( i was reading a book ), somehow i had the feeling that they paid attention to this. There were three people sitting next to them, like their private little audience. But this people, who belonged to them, and all had the same posture, sitting parallel like passengers, did not look at them, they stared to no where. At least for a while they did so, seemed to be part of this arrangement.
On the next day i've read that there was a big phosphor-accident with a train in the ukraine, on the internet the first news in german appeared about one hour before the firebreathers.

On the 18th on the other side of the street there were a woman followed by a man,both on bicycles. They weren't fast, and the man was close behind her, fis frontwheel was next to her backwheel. Then he braked hard with the frontwheel of his mtb, so his backwheel came up. He dropped himself to the side, and reached out with both arms to the ground, and he had his rigth arm clearly bowed, so it looked as if he wanted to make a budo-tumbling.
He did this in the moment when i looked at them. Then he stood up and looked at his palms.
He was wearing a blue t-shirt with yellow collar.
At the weekend i had ordered the pc-game "fallout" (the character starts with a blue and yellow suit), when i came back it had arrived.

The last days they liked some speaking.
On the 22nd a man came out of the near record shop before i passed, demontrativly stopped, both feet next to each other, he gave me a pressed look. He had a dark full beard, and he was wearing a pale orange sweatshirt. Maybe it was his shop, it was sunday.
WWhen i was outside in the evening there was a man on a turquoise newish bicycle, and his upper clothing had the same saturated turquoise tone. The bicycle had pale tires, and he was wearing pants of the same colour. He was cycling freehanded, and he had his left arm pressed at his back. This was when i arrived at the park, at the end of it there were two female jogger, they also had both turquise upper clothing, but black pants, they walked and one said "my knee is twisted"( ich habe mir das Knie verdreht ).

shft-shft

When i was in the near supermarket in the afternoon of the 4th of july i had to wait specially long when standing line up. The card of the man in front of me couldn't be readed, he had no cash. He was wearing dark conforming jeans jacket and pants, black boots without laces, up to his knees, already greyhaired, seemed to be gay. After waiting some time i asked, the female clerk said that she would close the till, i went over to the other one. Just when i stood line up there the former till worked again, there were fewer people than here, so i moved again. Seemed to be funny. And now there were some more in front of me. When i left the supermarket in the door a man passed me who looked at my face and made a gesture, touching his solar plexus. Maybe a rigthist, he was obviously just waiting for this.

In the late afternoon/early evening of the 5th at the streetcrossing at the market/parking place there was a man on a bicycle next to me, he looked at me as if this would have something to say, and if i would have to like him. When i had crossed the place he stood next to me again at the sstreetcrossing, and looked at me this way. I bougth me something at the baker on the other side of the street, when i came out a man on a bicycle passed me, he had the same expression, and behind him there was a cyclist who stuck out his tongue far, then holding it. All about 40 or so, an average. On my way back i passed a man who was wearing a washed out jacket with "instructor line" was printed on his back in yellow, i had the impression that he wanted me to read this
At nigth/late evening i heared a woman scream, it sounded as if something would be going on, i got outside but couldn't hear anything no more.

In the morning of the 6th i was at the baker at the railwaystation. There were two persons wearing dark uniforms at the entrance, and when i was standing line up a man wearing a new dark blue sweatshirt with "eldersheim" written in yellow uncial on his back past me (The evening day before i bougth something that sounded much like this). Seemed he was the continuation of "instructor line". He was dressed that he looked like uniformed, black pants. On my way back near home i heared a very loud yelled yawn behind me, i turned around, it was a man in a white bus waiting at a streetcrossing, watching me.
When i walked to the shopping centre in the inner city in the late afternoon a young man passed me and made a sniffing noise, just when i had left home. I turned around, he had a key and opened the door of the house. Then in front of the near copyshop some of them were around me, fastly moving, i think four of them, two raising their hands, maybe a communication for their timing. On the other side of the street there was a man dressed with a pale khaki jacket and black pants, he did remind me a martial arts teacher. But it's 7 years ago, not sure. Then on my way a big athletic, usually bodybuildet man with claen bald shaved head, completely dressed in black, passed me. He was wearing a kind of uniform, his cap, synthetic jacket, pants, boots all black, he was pedaling fastly in a low gear. When i had seen him first he was next to another completly black dressed person, a fully cloaked muslim woman. Near the entrance a black woman with two little children passed me, then in front of the rotatory door there was a whistling man standing, he looked in their direction, he was standing there as if he would be the owner of something, maybe the rotatory door.
When i was outside in the evening two streetcrossings from here 3 teenagers passed very close to me, they were all talking at once, when they were directly next to me one said very loud, popping clearly out of his bustling muttering "manslaugtherer" and "Berlin", in the way that it could have been part of a joke he was telling the others ( hörte sich nach "kommt ein Totschläger nach Berlin" an). Their speakers usually have something else they could focus on, as an alibi. A cellphone, a companion. Later two men passed me, one said fastly "if the staff would be somewhat longer", maybe this was to get the martial arts i did once connected to the red mosque riot in Pakistan.

At 1:50 am on the 7th someone yelled three times "wanker" ("Wixer") in front of the house here. Sounded if it would be a part of a song, mixed in. Three times the same, a rhytm. He had a companion, a girl, two tenagers, they walked up the street. Then they came back, they had some text, something like the end of their relationsship, it really sonded as if they were reading it from a sheet.
In the evening i passed two persons, a bodybuildet athletic skinhead with a camouflage-jacket, a big "steinar" on his back, and his companion, a man with a moustache. I already thougth if they would be of them, just because rigthists normally are.
In the next bigger street i bougth me fast food, when i was waiting the skinhead went into the pub on the other side, diagonally over the streetcrossing. Then he stepped out, now without jacket( black t-shirt with white word )and stood there facing towrds me. He was looking at his cellphone, concentrated on this as if this was a mission, then he walked inside.

In the morning of the 8th a loud chopper rode down the street here, at the end he turned around and rode it back. When i looked out of the window short time later a man with a jacket imilar to mine, but with a german flag on his sleeve( it's not a military jacket ) marched on the other side of the street.
When i was outside in the evening there have been noticeable more rigthist than usual, on my way back two black scooter passed me, the one made the same sound as the chopper in the morning, but not as loud.
When they do a decreased repeat it lookes as if they want to proof that it had nothing to say.
When i was outside at nigth a young man on a bicycle passed me, when he came closer he hlded his rigth hand against his chest, he had something in his hand and made a noise with it, several "shft-shft", i think it was a boxcutter with a plastic handle and he fastly moved the blade in and out repeatedly.
At the petrol station there was a sniffer behind me, still a teenager, with a fair blue hooded shirt/jacket.

When i was at the cheap supermarket on the 9th and standing line up, the moustached clerk who has often showed that he is one of them stood at the other till, looked at me, then came over at this till. The woman at the till seemed to be a little irritated when he rattled at the drawer next to her. Maybe he tried to signalize to her that he that wanted to take her place now ?
Then he came over and stood near me. Then he decided to stand line up behind me, there was one person between us. But he obviously had nothing he wanted to buy. When i looked again at him he was still standing line up, now he had folded his arms.
When i was at a railwaystation in the evening i had to wait somewhat, because the clerk was loudly talking to someone who had asked for the way, in english. The last time i was at this petrol station, two days before, it was much the same. Now a woman who obviously just had a shower stood next to me, when i stepped to the side because someone came in she aped my steppes. Before i had left home i made an ironically comment about "waterboarding" in an online forum.

At 1:30 am on the 10th i heard a fizzling noise from the next streetcrossing from here. I already thougth the next time i would hear it it would usually be at the streetcrossing here. And then i heared it here, seemed to be someone whirling with a tube.
When i was outside in the early afternoon there there was a teenager crossing the street here at the next bigger street, he tipped at his cheek with his left forefinger. I looked at he other side of the street, there was a teenage girl on a bicycle who also tipped her sheek, to demonstrate that it was a gesture. It seemed to be fun to her, and the teenager on this side moved faster, a tree was between him and me, and he moved at this speed that he constantly used it as cover, despite he couldn't see me no more-he was pedestrian, i passed on a bicycle.

On the 11th i have seen the "steinar"-skinhead and his companion from the 7th again, and short time later someone who could have been the black dressed one from the 6th, but now with blue jeans and rectangular glasses. But i'm not sure, however he had much the same jacket and clean shaved bald head. His expression was much like the one of the skinhead before, seemed to be worried when he looked at me, maybe the one before just wanted to get out of the rain, but it fits.
And this day there have been several people who looked at me the way that it seemed it said something to them, or even that it should say something to me, but not hostile.
When i was outside in the late evening/at nigth someone was greeting me, sounded friendly, but i didn't remember him. Just before this someone who had about the same jacket and haircut had passed me, holding his chin hgher than usual and looking to the side, as if he wanted to present his head like a sculpture. After the greeter had passed i heared a comment, something like "there won't happen anything no more" (" da kommt wohl nicht mehr viel "), a younger man, speaking in a sarcastic way i have heared before.

About 40 of them within 13 1/2h these days, with companions and everything maybe twice this.

marsian humor

When i was at the baker in the morning of the 26th of june, two times a police bus passed me, within 10 minutes. The second one turned in a side street in front of me before i did, on my way back.
In the evening, near the church in the next bigger street, a couple with a daugther came towards me, the man had short hair and sunglasses, maybe a rightist. He said : "stiletto...flat, too...shit"( "Stilett...auch platt...Schei$se" ).
Maybe this was inspired by the a new tire on my bicycle.

When i was outside in the nigth of the 27th, in the next parallel street a man stepped out of a pub/cafe when i passed, he had a cellphone and said "titts, you will have them with you again ?" ( "Titten, hast du sie wieder mitgebracht ?" ), he wanted this to be heared. On my way back near home a policebus passed close to me. After he had passed he corrected it's course to the mid of the street.

In the early morning of the 28th there have been three starer at the railwaystation, all with the same concentrated expression. Two of them looked like rigthists, all not much older than 20.
In the morning a woman in front of the house loudly said a sillaby, a "thoe", directed at the window, it sounded as if she would be standing in the room, despite the window isn't ground level and the blinds were down.
When i was outside in the afternoon for about 15min. some of them passed me, giving me a strained look. The first was a woman who came down the street here on a bicycle when i stepped out of the entrance, and then on my way some of them who looked at me the same way, i think it was four times.
The next time i stepped out of the entrance a girl( teenager ) on a bicycle came down the street and looked at me that way.
They had all the same expression.
When i was outside in the early evening again, i think two. And there have been three dark black man at the low bridge, who showed in a subtle way that they were of them, the first touched his shoulder bag that this could say something, the next had a brigth orange (of the tone they had used twice in the last time )cap, the next one turned his head, looking in this strained way. On my way back a black man walked in front of me in the pedestrian area in the inner city. Before i passed him he raised both arms in a somewhat biblic posture and yelled "allah". A woman came towards him, it was a greeting. He was dressed in a fantastic way, he was wearing a blue cape that showed a cross. Seems to be a clown to the hypno-jesus from the 25th.
When i was outside in the evening one more starer, seemed to be a rightist.
When i was at a petrol station at nigth two lefties, a man and a woman, came towards me, the man bend down while coming closer, staring at my bicycle and said "is there really need for it ?"( "braucht mans wirklich" ).

When i was outside in the afternoon of the 29th a man on a bicycle passed me, he was touching his bag with a strained expression, to get my attention, then a man dressed in a fine black suit with a yellow and black diagonally striped tie came towards me, he turned his head to the side and touched his nose with his left hand in a wide gesture. In his other hand he had a case. Maybe a lawyer.
In the early evening a woman came towards me when i turned in a street, despite-or because- i was wearing sunglasses she stared directly into my eyes, she had her eyes wide open.
In the evening i passed a man who looked somewhat like a rigthist, camouflage trousers, then a man who looked also somewhat like this came out of the entrance of a cinema towards me, he looked at me, he had his hands very tensed, to show that theey are strong. Later, on the low bridge, i passed two big bodybuilded bald shaved skinheads, each of them had a sixpack of beerbottles, one made a nosegesture, holding his nostril between forefinger and thumb.
Just when i had left home at nigth, at the streetcrossing here two men came towards me, one said loudly "jamaica", this wasn't part of a conversation. His companion looked at him, seemed he was a little irritated.

When i was outside in the early evening of the 30th, a woman on a bicycle on the other side of the street looked routinated and accusing on her watch in a wide gesture. Later i passed a blonde man with rastas, he stood with his back towards me, immediatly before i passed he said loudly with a rough voice "this one seems still o.k." ( "der geht ja noch" ).
From the next busstop an athletic man with shorter dark hair, wearing camouflage pants, energically came towads him/me. Maybe this should show a drug-deal, including me. Later, at a streetcrossing, a muslim couple came towards me, the woaman was completely cloaked in black, leaving only a slash for the eyes, while a couple in evening dress crossed my way.

At 4am on the 1rst of july i heared a loud copious rustling from the hedge below my window. And then again. I looked outside, on the other side of the street there was a slender dark black man, dressed in dark clothing, standing and looking up to my window.
In the afternoon i was at the flea-market. When i arrived at the pedestrian area a couple came towards me, they were close to each other, the man was holding a baby in his arm, he was taller than average, had a shaved bald head and was wearing an orange t-shirt. They turned towards me, moving as one unit, the man moved more than the woman, as if they were a door and the hinge would be at the woman. While doing so the man tapped at the babys butt and said " jaa, mami ", accenting the "ja" in a sexual orgastic way. When i was drinking a coffee on the flea-market a man asked me for money in a very circuitous way.
He explined me that he just got his archaeology and phil title, and that he wanted to take a trip to famous excavations in israel and so. If i could help him to buy a train ticket to get there, he forgot to calculate this. On my way back near a petrol station an athletic jewish looking man was piping when he passed me. He was wearing a beanie on his curly head. I have much the same, the last two days i had been wearing it.
The next time i was outside there was a nosegesturer at this petrol station, a young bald shaved skinhead. And when i was sitting near the low bridge a couple on very loaded touring bicycles passed me. Maybe they had tents, bigger than heavier. They were only loaded at the back, despite they had lowrider. The black rigid bicycles looked the same, except they had very different geometrie, and both had small tyres, maybe 24". Custom bicycles.
When i had crossed the near parking/market place in the evening, a man came running towards me, across the street. He jumped over a stone pillar near me, then he holded his rigth hand at his ear when passing me. From the other side a man came towards me and looked into my eyes. Both had darker complexion, migration background. The runner had running-sneakers and wider pants, the other one was wearing a newish brigth orange jacket, he had an umbrella, the curly wires of his earphones were conspiciously.

When i'd left home in the afternoon of the 2nd one of them was walking at the streetcrossing here, he had bitten on a fingernail to show his teeth, while tensioning the muscles of his neck, also to show them. He looked at me, from the side, only the eyes. He had darker hair, bound to a knot, beardrd, looked trained, maybe a yogi. He was wearing a pullover with a broad earthy orange stripe with white borders across his chest, i think they had him before, maybe at the park.
The next time i was outside in the evening a man with a short full beard looked at me and said "i won't care anymore at all, i will cross (the street) at red (light) !" ( "mir ist gleich auch alles egal, ich gehe gleich auch bei rot rüber " ) when i crossed the streetcrossing at the near park at red. It was so overdone that it was funny. But then it came into my mind that he was quoting an yesterday online-discussion.
When i was ouside in the evening with my bicycle (as usual) i was too fast and it was too slippy. My frontwheel slided, and then anything. But i had no injuries (but can still feel it), and fortunatly the slippyness protected my hands from abraision.
At the last streetcrossing there was a motionless older grey-dressed man standing, like a sculpture. And now a man with a white jacket came around the corner, he passed me when i was already standing, going some steps to see if everything is fine. He looked at me, he was the only one in sigth. Then when i was sitting in the park a woman on the stret said loudly "cool punishment" (" geile Strafe" ), with an ironically accentuation, a complaint, maybe she was annoyed that i had no injuries.
When i was outside at night i passed two men who were standing on the other side of the street, facing me. One said loudly "this guy !" ("dieser Typ"), an admire-taunt.

I was at a petrolstation at night, already on the 3rd, there was a fuel-truck. The man before me payed "the hidden column"(car behind truck), the two behind me ordered "two mars"( choclate bars ), wich was as well funny as momentous.
When i was outside in the afternoon a dog who was tied to a white desk, that consistet out of two round plate connected through a white column/style, was running across the street, pulling the desk that looked somewhat like wheels that way.
The owner followed the dog, i think he could had cougth it earlier, but wanted to show his trick.
When i was outside in the evening i passed an older man with shorter greyish-white hair, he had formed his mouth to a simple straigth diagonal line. After i had crossed the next streetcrossing i passed a man dressed with a blue poncho who had some similarity, age, hair, he had the corners of his mouth down and shaked his head enthusiastically in a condemning way when passing me.

I described most of them these days.

the signs say

When i was outside with my bicycle at the late afternoon/early evening of the 22nd of june, at the near park there have been two children, boys, the one had an bicycle, the other one a scooter. I couldn't see his face, because of the helmet, but it was obvious that he was too young. He was braking, the way that the backwheel was sliding. This was near the playground, on a way, not on the street. The other child signalized him that he should follow, wich would mean that they would have to ride on a cobblestone street. The helmet and the scooter looked newish, the situation showed that no adult one would be near. But it was usually acting, to remind the smoking boy from the 21rst. And when i was sitting in the park a jogger passed in front of me, white t-shirt and grey shorts, dressed much like the nose-jogger from the 21rst.
On the eastside i passed one of their nosegesturers, a discrete one, waiting with other people at a busstop. An agile slender young men, maybe 20, darker complexian, maybe arabian. He then turned around fastly but smooth, to show how he could move. When i arrived at the low bridge on my way back, a dark bald black man, dressed in an signal-/superblue t-shirt( i think "superblue" describes this blue well, like superman, as ideal as blue can be, their favourite "basic" blue ) turned around and looked at me. It seemed he was watching me, maybe to notify someone else. The bridge was full of people, waiting till they could pass, and the black one wasn't close, there were many others between. When all had started to walk and i came closer to the other side, i perceived someone in front of me/to my side , he was moving in an odd way, seemed to be kind of exercise. He was carrying a backpack in the one, an a bag in the other, both grapped on their top, they seemed to be heavy, and he walked very concentrated, not to move arms, hands, bags or head. He had his chin pressed to his throat all the time. Looked like a symmetrical dragging-his-chains-figure, something like this. I knew him once. but in '98, on a cobblestone-street, he came towards me, down the hill, dressed in a way he wouldn't dress normally. Simple plain white cotton sweatshirt and jogging pants, one set, and they didn't fit well. In contrast to this he had a black really shiny plastik shoulderback. He walked very straigth, robotik. He mechanically turned his head directly at me, but his eyes didn't move at all, he demontratively looked through me. The last time before this when i had seen him he was in front of me, with a bicycle, i was walking, without turning he had said a taunting goodbye with a high voice, then he pedaled fastly ahead, in a low gear. Since this i had seen him a few times, he likes bags. But back to the bridge now. At the end of the brigde on each side there was a man, dressed with a black t-shirt that showed a sailor ship, sketched in white. The one to my rigth had a dark very short iroquese-haircut. And short distance behind these there was a cop, dressed in green, on each side, it looked as if they were part of the constallation. The two men with the black t-shirts were waiting. Then the one to my rigth walked to the other one, passing directly in front of the carrier, turning his head to him. He said something, very fast, seemed it was about instruction, but the carrier negated with a minimal shake of his head. It looked very organized and experienced.
When i had passed the policeman i heared "Is he still there ? But he has such an eye-catching shirt." and "But you know each other from the class."( "Ist der noch da ? Aber er hat doch so ein auffälliges Hemd. Ihr kennt euch doch aus der Klasse."). Seemed the policemen were really part of it.
So this was a taunt because i had looked at the bagcarrier. I thought what "class" could have been about. Maybe this was again the martial arts theme. I had to stop 2000 or 01, after not less than 2 years. Of course now i wouldn't have any chance against him( and many others who would also have no chance ).
Few streets later i passed some people, one said "he's already away ?"( "Ist er schon weg ?" ), a taunt that said that i had been vanquished.
Next time i was outside a dark black man who was rubbing his nose came down the street, he had a nose like a boxer and the nose was somewhat fairer than his face.
And when i was outside at nigth someone on a bicycle braked hard short time after he'd set in front of me with some others, i had to stop, but didn't crush into him. There have also been some of them behind me, one made a comment on it, sounded estimating, maybe it was no accident.

The next time i was outside, in the afternoon of the 23rd, two security-men, wearing black clothes exept their bluish-green jackets, passed me. One said with an ironically "but i'm not responsible for that" (" aber da kann ich doch nichts für ") when passing.
The next time i was outside someone said "don't get provoced" (" nicht provozieren lassen ") when i arrived at the low bridge.
Then, about where the security-men passed me, there were some people standing, waiting. When i came closer one demonstrativly scratched his nose with his left while looking at me, then looked at my bicycle. Seemed to be lefties. The man was wearing a new olive green t-shirt, it showed a white logo, two crossed machine guns (i think M16) and a smaller gasmasked helmet on top of them. Short time later a man came agressively up to me from the side, so i had seen him when he already was next to me, he holded his hand in front of his face and shouted at me "i am so dense !" ( "ich bin so dicht"; "dicht" can say close or drunk ). Behind him there was a taller companion who laughed, they had talked about this before. Both had some weigth-training, could have been cops.
In the evening i was watching a band. Just when they had finished an upset big overweigthed security-man walked into the audience, near me, as if he had been alerted. But there wasn't anything that could have been the reason, and if he wanted to go somewhere else it would have made no sense to march into the crowd.

In the nigth, already on the 24th, i was at a petrol station. A tall gaunt man entered at the same time, i had seen him sometimes about 1990 or so, he seemed to be drunk, despite he said something and i answered he didn't recognize me.
He had a small jute bag with him, and inside the station he took out empty beer-cans and started to put them orderly next to each other on a rag, then he even started to straigten dents. So this was opposite of me on the 21rst.
I told him that this wouldn't be necessary, he didn't care, a clerk told him to follow, he dropped two cans at the same time, one in front, one behind, symmetrically at about the same angle. In front of me was a nosegesturer, turkish background or so, weigth-trained. He didn't look agressive, it seemed that he was really making a sign to me. He was holding the forefinger of his left vertically beside his nose, just for a very short moment. With this he was quoting the smoking child from the 21st.
On my way back a man on a bicycle passed me, he smiled at me, i knew him, had seen him 01 the last time. There was an experience wich wasn't really good.
In the afternoon i was again near the low bridge, a man greets me when passing. I mentioned him before, at a flea-market, he once did something, he had been a close friend of my brother, and when my brother died he was there. When i had seen him later and talked to him he grimaced at me, stared at me, to show me how my dead brother had looked like. So i didn't greet him back now. The next person who came towards me was his companion, following him. He was younger, had the same eyes. He asked me for some coins, with the same voice, a close relative. I ignored him, then he added "and if we would look very sad ?"( "und wenn wir ganz traurig gucken ?"). This humour was too complex that they could have thougth of it themselves. Then i bougth me a pizza. Just when i had it finished a girl, one of two children of darker complexion, came towards me. She asked me for money. She showed me a booklet, there was the copy of a small photo of a medic taped on the inside of the cover, and in the middle of the first page there was a single column of numbers, 2/ 1/ 0,50, wich should show the money she got. On the first page the column reached from top to bottom, the others were empty. It looked like a bad joke of the one who connects the money. She said "brother" and "surgery" ("Bruder, Operation"), she was from romania.
She had dirty clothing. I decided not to give, it makes no sense, it wouldn't improve her situation. Maybe i could had bought her some food, but it didn't came into my mind.

On the 25th i have seen a body-builded bald shaved postmen, wearing a signal-red polo-shirt and black cargo-shorts, he was running to his white bus, he lookes like one of the three red&black dressed ones from the 19th. And i had the impression as if he wanted me to show how he could run. Short time later, on my way back, i've seen him again, standing at a street-crossing, writing something into a booklet, kind of bodybuilding-posture that accentuated his strong arms. Later i've seen that he'd delievered a package, a neighbour took it for me. When i was sitting in the near park a noseman passed me, maybe 50 or so, blue t-Shirt and jeans, he almost closed his nostrils with his fingers and made a snorting noise, his cold enabled him to do so, when passing. Some time later a woman with a child, maybe her daugther, and a dog came towards me. The dog looked somewhat like the one from the 21rst, i'm not sure if it was the same, at leat the body looked similar. Maybe the one time i had sunglasses. I think this one was smaller, it looked like a kind of bulldog, also somewhat darker, frowned head. This one i had seen from the side, on the 19th from the front, one reason why it's face looked so strange was the colour, it looked like inverted. But also the shape was strange. So this time the child had the leash, the dog had a cold, and the woman stopped in front of me for a moment, and commiserating the dog, it sounded somewhat sarcastic. So with the snort-man before it was to show me that they are of them.
In the afternoon someone passed behind me and murmured something like "poopo" towards my (lower) back.
Maybe i knew him from martial arts once ? Maybe i don't want to know, and with this enhanced face expressions, who knows.
When i was outside in the evening they came up with what seemed to be their version of jesus.
On the other side of the traffic ligths at the near market/parking place, surrounded by some people, there was a taller( cannot really say, seemed bigger than the others around ) fair blonde man with very long hair. He was wearing high military boots, also military pants. His fixed eyes stared to somewhere above the ground. He had a straight posture, his appearence was categorical enough to ensure that no one would accidentially step into his way.
While because of his enlightment it made sense that his view did not touch ground-level at the same time it seemed that he tried to look into his forehead. On his forehead i've seen three marks, a prison-tattoo of a barbwire.
The man was in trance, i won't be near if he would "decide" that someone would be too close. But fortunatly this was obvious enough, so this won't hardly happen. After i had passed the place (i was walking) a shaved bald man on a bicycle passed me, he had a big bag on his back, black with two neon-yellow stripes, he made a nose gesture and then gave his scrotch a longer look. On my way back someone with short shaved hair, camouflage trousers and loosely bound brown boots passed me, for a moment he vaguely imitated the lag-lamb ( with this they admired themselves ). He had an U-lock in his rigth, pressing it against his chest.
When i arrived back there were two dark black men standing in front of the house, one was standing at the hedge, pissing. The talked in their language. The other was wearing a brigth orange t-shirt.
I was just short time in the flat, then got outside, when i was waiting at a streetcrossing at the near park i heared three times the word "horror" from behind me. I turned around, in front of the icecream-shop there were three laughing asian people, a man who had talked and two women, sitting on their bicycles, next to each other, looking towards my direction. The man was wearing brigth orange upper clothing.

And some others these days.

pump

When i was outside on the late afternoon( afternoon is till 6pm, then evening, to keep it simple )on the 18th of june, and came back, two shildren on bicycles passed me. The first tipped at the tip of his nose with his finger, the one behind said "imagine you must do so/that", they found it funny. Two streets further an absurd man passed me, he looked like a gay nazi. He had a cleanshaved head, athletic, maybe weigth-trained, black comfortable clothing. And a mouth like Heydrich, but bigger. He really looked like both, and not just neo~, he had this timewarped mouth.
Then near at the market/parking place a man on a slick-tyred bicycle stopped me, maybe a martial artist, grey jacket, he obviously wanted to stop me for a moment by coming towards me, a control.
In the evening when i was at the city-week they did nearly nothing, despite i passed so many people.
The first was at the repaired bridge, when no one else was near. A very trained man, somewhat darker complexion, who just looked at me to ensure that i would know that's not incidentially. Maybe a cop. The next one was at the low bridge, the same trained build, and he looked at me the same way. He looked somewhat russian. Maybe they were both professional martial artists. Later a man who moved his head to the rigth and to the left passed me, this looked also martial-artish in a way, a kickboxer before a figth or so. He wasn't as pumped up as the one's before, but still looked trained. He looked at me, but he looked nice.
It's not unusual that martial artists are among these people. This time i did something that provoked it. In my last posting i mentioned that i drunk some beer on the 17th. When i drunk the first 3 (later+2) i punched against the cover of an empty carton, also kicked a few times against the wall. The man above me already would react if i would take a few deeper breathes, by standing on top of me or so. The sticks/staff i still have are completely taboo, i have accepted this. Because of the beer i ignored a mental barrier, so i punched this carton, mostly sitting, some minutes. Upset neighbour, payed more attention to flush the toilet when i do the next day, and martial artists showed up when i was outside.
But that's not so unusual, i don't regret it.

At noon of the 19th at the streetcrossing here a man passed me, talking to himself. He said "it was a ~pink~ day,...i haven't..."( "ein ~rosa~ Tag,...habe die nicht..." ). He seemed to be somewhat confused-or afraid. He was wearing a violet fligth jacket, black pants and white sneakers. His clothes were new, this was especially obvious at his sneakers.
When i was sitting in the near park a rigthist passed me, dressed in white, new looking clothing, a clean shaved skinhead. When he'd passed he made a gesture to his head, then he was doing some forceful uppercuts, looked as if he would be training them with weigths. Later a nosegesturer passed me in the park, a slender man with black hair, tottooed arms, also the lower arms, newish clothing.
In the afternoon i was in the shopping center in the inner city, a greyhaired black dressed man, short beard, passed me, he came up to me in an authoritarian way, made a nosegesture, then touched his buttock. When i had left the supermarket there was an older overweigted man, who stood there like a watchman, wearing a superblue t-shirt.
Outside a cleanshaved bald overwigthed man with sideburns said "this one i've seen different before" ("den habe ich auch schon mal anders gesehen") when i passed him.
Then at a place in the inner city when i passed two sitting people, looking in my direction, wearing red t-shirts and black shorts, as kind of uniforms, one was a bigger athletic with shaved bald head and sunglasses, a man who was also dressed like them passed in front of me, targeting to stop me.
Later i've seen two cops who looked like teenagers, with the timing, they came from a parking place when i passed, they could have been of their people. The way they were holding their caps looked as if they were wearing their uniforms the first time, looked like costumed.
When i was outside in the late evening with my bicycle (as usual) someone who gripped the root of his nose while looking down, and then looked at me, passed me. He was wearing a new brigth red hooded sweater.
I was looking at some furry cattle, a man on a bicycle, darker complexion, touched his lower arm and looked at me, to accuse me beeing a junky. On my way back a man on a bicycle passed me, he had the sleeves of his white jacket shoved in a position that they made him look like a pumped up comic-hulk. Maybe a martial artist.
Maybe they had send some martial artist towards me, claiming that i would be the super-enemy, and now they send one to make fun of it. On my way back i passed two men, facing each other, looked like a confrontation. When i came closer one said to the other "is this the one ?"( "das ist er ?" ).

When i came out of the door in the evening of the 20th, the old woman who lives below me was standing in front of it with some friends, she said something like that she'd lost her key. At the next streetcrossing i said to myself, that one of them will usually have a cellphone, i was thinking about if they would get into the flat.
At the near market/parking place two overdone laughing men came towards me, it was acting, mouthes wide open, big faces, and both laughing the "a"s and "h"s at the same time, each one could be heared separatly, and the a/h's all sounded the same. This was usually inspired by an article i've read online that day, it's nothing new that they get inspiration from this, it was about this nazi-symbolism, so this were initials. The two looked somewhat like lefties.
At the water i passed two young slender men, who looked both much the same, maybe twins, they were sitting on the quay wall. Both had short shaved hair and pale khaki jackets. One said that he had two penisses.
On my way back, one streetcrossing from where i said "cellphone" to myself( not loudly, and no one close to me ) a man in companion of a woman said towards my direction "i have it all landline"( "ich habe ja nur noch festnetz" ), to show that they had been watching me before.

At 1:30 am on the 21st someone outside, on the other side of the street, opposite this house said "but is he still awake ?"( "aber ist er noch wach ?").
In the afternoon i brougth empty beer cans to a petrol-station, i don't drink often, but maybe this was from a year or so, so they have been many. On the way to the station in front of the playground at the near park a child smoking a cigarette passed me. He was a boy, younger then ten. I looked at him, and he took the cigarette to his mouth and he looked at me.
His hand made a gesture, the forefinger was straigth and pointed vertically upwards, next to his eye, and the hand was all the time, while he moved it to his face, as if it would be made out of one piece, he didn't move his fingers. The way he looked at me was not as childs do, it was of dead mechanic sureness. He was like a junky. Also his eyes. His clothes looked new.
When i left the petrol station one of their rightists passed me.
When i was sitting in the near park there was again someone who touched his nose when he was in the middle of the way that crosses the big meadow. This time a jogger, all dressed in white exept his pale grey shorts. He then snortet in a tissue and then wlaked instead of continuing jogging. When i wanted to leave the park there was a brown dog standing in the middle of the way. A woman had him on long leash, she was standing behind the dog beside the way, on the small path that is used by joggers, she was conservativly dressed with a coat and had a cellphone in her other hand. It looks as if the dog was standing where he had to stand, and it looked as if the dog was trained to do so, as a guard dog. It had a remarkable strange face, with big flew, i think it was a mastiff. But it would be small for that, maybe it wasn't an adult one. I took the next way out.
Later in the inner city there was a concentrated cleanshaved skinhead passing me who looked angry, his face frozen in this expression.
The next time i was outside two men walked in front of me, near the townhall, when i was behind them one turned his head to the other and impulsively said that then he would go mad, in a way that it seemed he was pretending to be kidding about it, because he was exercising to do so. Maybe cops, both bigger than me.
Then the next time i was outside a skinhead passed me when i turned into a street at the near market place, he had much similarity to the one with the frozen angry face, this one's face wasn't so overdone, but they had been done in one row, this one had also this concentrated expression and moved that way, no hair, similar proportions.

And this morning, on my way to the baker, i had a stalker. A man, darker complexion, maybe an arabian background, he came closer, it felt nasty, so i stopped at the street to cross it( not at the traffic ligths ), hoping he would pass. But he stood beside me, when i looked to the side i've seen his eyes, he looked like someone who was waiting that his button gets pressed. Then he looked to the side as i did, imitating me. After i had crossed the street i walked slower, and he passed me. He was bigger and heavier than me, he was wearing a white jacket, black pants and white/fair sneakers. On the back of his jacket i could read "wilkinson". His hands where like rubberhands, maybe he did too many exeercise with them, and wanted to show this. The cigarette looked as if someone else must have sticked it between his fingers.

I described most of them these days.

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.