Araucaria
JUB 10k Club
Yes. I think you could call it stalking. When I was in my teens an older man followed me or was behind the scenes during our beach vacation. He was everywhere I was, staring at me out of the corner of my eyes. He even casually brushed against me a few times. My tee shirt disappeared on the beach and I'm pretty sure he took it. Never saw him again when we left and returned home.
That sounds like Death in Venice by Thomas Mann.

























