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.