Final entry to file N. away:
From 4:35 until 21:00 - sufficient to break fresh ground in the case of N. As usual he drove off in his red car. I made use of the picklock enjoying the convenience of the early morning. Right up to the 6th floor and getting an easy access to N.'s apartment No. 613, that is, it would be more appropriate to call it a room, a single small compartment.
The interior:
- bed (white sheets with pale stains, plain steel bedstead)
- linoleum floor (lumber pattern)
- empty walls (white wallpaper)
- single window (painted wooden frame, dusty film on the glass)
- nail in the wall (on the bed-side of the room, faint square discolouration beneath it)
The air smelled stale, consumed by respiration.
A final picture and I had everything I needed to know about N.


The last step has been taken. The revelation of N. is complete. I will wait for the next subject to cross my path.

Continuing focus on the subject which will be called N. in the following. The preceeding observation results are contained in file 12/N./061305.
Report of today's results:
As expected, N. returned to his apartment for a short moment at 4 am. Now that I am sure about his daily schedule, I can move to the next step. But this has to be postponed until tomorrow. N. drove off, leaving the city in a southern direction. The car's red colour proved advantageous while keeping larger safety distances on the near-empty morning streets. Passing sub-urban districts, an industrial site, then entering uninhabited regions. How inconsiderate not to fill up the tank yesterday since I'm familiar with his incalculability. But at this instance, he took a sharp curve and stopped on an inconspicious gravel lot - the time: 10:21. He headed towards a grove. I waited for 10 minutes and parked behind a gravel heap. I managed to take a picture of the car which was still lacking in the documentation.


I tried to catch up with N. reaching out in a spacious circle around a rise overgrown with brushwood. I proceeded carefully - a mistake at this point would spoil the intensive work of 473 days. There was a concrete riverbed where a turbid runlet made its path between moss, rubble and garbage. And N. got in sight again, crouching next to a low canal underpass, smoking a cig. N. stared into the water. Why can't I know what he is thinking for christ's sake! I lost my temper and broke off a fingernail when grabbing the ground violently.
He stood up, shaked his legs and threw the stub in the sewer-like water. I ducked and retreated. As he had a shorter way back to the lot, I just saw the red colour flashing between the tree branches. I gave N. a head start and followed. He took the same roads back to the city as he drove down in the morning. The evening commuter traffic got heavy and I lost N.'s sight. But there was no reason to get upset because I knew he would reappear at his place at 23 pm. In the approximate time span of an eye's wink, he left the building again and strolled along the street. I pictured what he was up to now: Taking the subway until the terminal in the western district, stopping by at a 24/7 supermarket and eating the can food on a derelict children's playground. Being certain about his habits there was no necessity of pursuing the investigation at this point. More important was not to miss this opportunity.

This is the beginning. Not of my extensive work of study and exploration, but of this report in form of a virtual diary. The physical documentation piles up in the corners and niches, an obstacle to spontaneus proceedings and flexible manners of investigation. I will rent a storing room and professionalize. Completely sweep out myself, become a tool, the instrument of fulfilling my duty.