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But the thought of going to America hit me like a revelation, and I really took it seriously. The Hauptschule, or general school, was not geared to turn out the next world leader. It was designed to prepare children for the world of work. Boys and girls were segregated in separate wings of the building. Students got a foundation in math, science, geography, history, religion, modern language, art, music, and more, but these were taught at a slower pace than in academic schools, which prepared kids to go on to a university or technological institute.

Completing Hauptschule generally meant graduating to a vocational school or an apprenticeship in a trade, or going straight into the workforce.

Still, the teachers were very dedicated to making us smart and enriching our lives in every way they could. They would show movies, bring in opera singers, expose us to literature and art, and so on. I learned the lessons, did the homework, and stayed right in the middle of the class. Reading and writing took discipline for me—they were more of a chore than they seemed to be for some of my classmates.

On the other hand, math came easily; I never forgot a number and could do calculations in my head. The discipline at school was no different from that at home. The teachers hit at least as hard as our parents. The math teacher hit my friend in the back of the head so hard that his face bounced on the desk, and he broke two front teeth.

Parent-teacher conferences were the opposite of today, where schools and parents go out of their way not to embarrass the kid. You work on it during the next couple of hours while your parents come through. One after the next, the parents would come in: It was the same scene almost every time. I knew his footsteps, his police boots.

Then he would walk out without comment. It was a tough time all around. Hardships were routine. Dentists did not use anesthesia, for instance. When you grow up in that kind of harsh environment, you never forget how to withstand physical punishment, even long after the hard times end. Then he would pack some clothes in his schoolbag so that nobody would catch on, and disappear. My mother would go nuts.

My father would have to phone all his buddies at the different gendarmerie stations in search of his son. It was an incredibly effective way to rebel if your father was the police chief. I was always amazed that there were no consequences. Maybe my father was just trying to defuse the situation. My desire was to leave home in an organized way.

Because I was still just a kid, I decided that the best course for independence was to mind my own business and make my own money. I would do any kind of work. I was not shy at all about picking up a shovel and digging. During school vacation one summer, a guy from our village got me a job at a glass factory in Graz where he worked. My task was to shovel a big mound of broken glass into a wheeled container, cart it across the plant, and pour it into a vat for melting back down.

At the end of each day, they gave me cash. The following summer, I heard there might be work at a sawmill in Graz. I took my schoolbag and packed a little bread-and-butter snack to tide me over until I got home.

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Then I took the bus to the mill, got up my nerve, walked in, and asked for the owner. They brought me to the office along with my satchel, and there was the owner, sitting in his chair.

Still, he took me out into the yard and introduced me to some women and men at a machine for cutting scrap lumber into kindling. I started right then and there and worked at the yard the rest of the holiday.

One of my duties was to shovel great mountains of sawdust onto trucks that would take it away. That was a good amount in those days. I knew exactly what to do with the money. So a tracksuit was the first thing I bought. Then with the cash I had left, I bought myself a bicycle. Nobody else in our house owned a bike; my father had bartered his for food after the war and never replaced it. In the event of nuclear war, sirens would sound.

We were supposed to close our books and hide under our desks with our heads between our knees and our eyes squeezed shut. Even a kid could figure out how pathetic that was. Kennedy, and Soviet premier Nikita Khrushchev. Very few families had a television at home, but we all knew an electrical shop in the Lendplatz in Graz that had two TVs in the window.

We ran down and stood on the sidewalk watching news reports on the meetings. But we watched! We were part of the action. We were living in a frightening situation.

Every time Russia and America argued about anything, we felt we were doomed. Chairman, there will be a war. It will be a cold, long winter. When Khrushchev put up the wall in Berlin that fall, you heard adults telling one another, This is it.

The gendarmerie was then the closest thing Austria had to an army, and my father had to go to the border with his military uniform and all his gear. He was away a week until the crisis cooled down. In the meantime, we had lots of tension, lots of drills. My class of thirty or so adolescent boys was full of testosterone, but nobody wanted a war. Our interest was more in girls. They were a mystery, especially for kids like me who did not have sisters, and the only time we got to see them at school was in the courtyard before class because they were taught in their own wing of the building.

How do you talk to them? Our first class of the day was math. Instead of opening the textbook, the teacher said, I saw you guys out there. We better talk about this. But today he was on a nonviolent track. You guys want those girls to like you, right? A few of us nodded our heads. It is natural that you want that because we love the opposite sex. Eventually you want to kiss them, you want to hug them, and you want to make love to them.

More people nodded. Is that the way you express your love? Where did you figure that out? Now he really had our attention. A lot of our fathers had never had this conversation with us. We realized that if you wanted a girl, you had to make an effort to have a conversation, not just drool like a horny dog.

You had to establish a comfort level. And I took these tips and carefully stored them away. During the very last week of class, I had a revelation about my future. It came to me during an essay-writing assignment, of all things. The history teacher always liked to pick four or five kids and pass out pages of the newspaper and make us write reports discussing whatever article or photo interested us.

This time, as it happened, I was picked, and he handed me the sports page. On it was a photo of Mr. Austria, Kurt Marnul, setting a record in the bench press: But what really struck me was that he was wearing glasses. They were distinctive; a little tinted. I associated glasses with intellectuals: Yet here was Kurt Marnul lying on the bench with his tank-top shirt and tiny waist, an enormous chest, and this huge weight above his chest—and he had on glasses.

I kept staring at the picture. How could someone who looked like a professor from the neck up be bench-pressing kilos? I read it out loud and was pleased when I got a good laugh. But I came away fascinated that a man could be both smart and powerful. Along with my new interest in girls, I was more conscious of my body. I was beginning to pay close attention to sports: A year before, it meant nothing; now it meant everything.

As soon as school ended, my friends and I all made a beeline for the Thalersee. I quickly started making friends among the boxers, wrestlers, and other athletes. He let me be his sidekick and help with his work. Willi was a good all-around athlete. He had this whole routine of using the park as his gym, doing chin-ups on the trees, push-ups and squats in the dirt, running up the trails, and doing standing jumps. Willi was friends with a pair of brothers who were really well developed.

One was in university and one was a little younger. They were lifters, bodybuilders, and the day I met them, they were practicing shot put.

They asked if I wanted to try, and started teaching me the turns and steps. Then we went up to that tree where Willi was doing chin-ups again.

I barely could hold on because the branch was thick and you had to have really strong fingers. I managed one or two reps, and then I slipped off. Willi said, You know, if you practice this the whole summer, I guarantee you will be able to do ten, which would be quite an accomplishment.

And I bet your lats would grow a centimeter on each side. By lats, he meant the back muscles just below the shoulder blades, the latissimi dorsi. And then we followed him up the hill through the rest of his routine.

From then on, I did the exercises with him every day. We rode up in a car with a bunch of guys, a four-hour drive. The trip took longer than we thought, so we only we got there for the last event, which was the super-heavyweight lifters. The winner was an enormous Russian named Yuri Vlasov. There were thousands of people in the auditorium yelling and screaming after he pressed The weight lifting was followed by a bodybuilding contest, Mr.

World, and this was my first time seeing guys oiled up and pumped and posing, showing off their physiques. Afterward we got to go backstage and see Vlasov in person. A year later, though, everything was starting to register, and I realized I wanted to be strong and muscular. Willi said. Universe, Reg Park. I told Willi about my essay in school. It turned out that he had actually been present when Kurt Marnul set the record in the bench press.

A couple of days later, Willi announced, Tonight Kurt Marnul is coming to the lake. You know, the guy that you saw in the picture? I said. So I waited around with one of my classmates. We were swimming and having our usual mud fights when finally Marnul showed up with a beautiful girl.

He wore a tight T-shirt and dark slacks and those same tinted glasses. We were all flipping out. How unbelievable he looked! He was known for having gigantic deltoid and trapezius muscles, and sure enough, his shoulders were huge.

And he had the small waist, the ridged abdominal muscles—the whole look. Then the girl who was with him put on her bathing suit—a bikini—and she also looked stunning.

We said hello and then just kind of hovered, watching while they swam. Now I was definitely inspired. Marnul came to the lake all the time, it turned out, often with the most fantastic girls. He was nice to me and my friend Karl Gerstl because he knew he was our idol. Do you work out?

I asked. Yeah, yeah, he said. Marnul would give us exercises. Soon a few more men joined: The oldest was a heavyset guy in his forties named Mui. He had been a professional wrestler in his heyday; now he just worked out with weights.

Like Marnul, Mui was a bachelor. He lived on a government stipend and was a professional student at the university; a cool guy, very political and smart, who spoke fluent English. He played an essential role in our group because he translated the English and American muscle magazines as well as Playboy. We always had girls around—girls who wanted to work out with us or just fool around. Europe was always far less puritanical than the United States.

Dealing with the body was much more open—less hiding, less weirdness. My friends would vacation at nudist colonies in Yugoslavia and France. It made them feel free.

And with its hillsides, bushes, and trails, the Thalersee was a perfect playground for lovers. Our group fantasy that summer was that we were living like gladiators. We were rolling back time, drinking pure water and red wine, eating meat, having women, running through the forest working out, and doing sports.

He was the only real brain in the bunch, a solidly built guy with thick glasses who seemed more like a friend than a dad.

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Fredi was a politician, and he and his wife ran the two biggest tobacco and magazine kiosks in Graz. On Sundays he and his wife would put their boxer on a leash and walk around the lake, with Karl and me tagging along. You never knew what Fredi was going to come up with next. The dog would howl in accompaniment, and Karl and I would get embarrassed and walk farther and farther behind him.

Fredi was the source of the gladiator idea. What do you guys know about strength training? They knew how to train! Although he was pushing Karl to go to medical school, he was thrilled that his son had started working out. The idea of balancing the body and the mind was like a religion for him. You have to build the ultimate physical machine but also the ultimate mind, he would say. Read Plato!

He would tell us stories of the Greek gods, and about the beauty of the body and beauty in the ideal. Right at that moment, though, we were more focused on what we could learn from Kurt Marnul. Kurt was totally charming and hip.

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He was perfect for us because he was Mr. He had the body and the girls and held the record in the bench press, and he drove an Alfa Romeo convertible. As I got to know him, I studied his whole routine. His day job was as the foreman of a road construction crew. He started work early in the morning and finished at three. Then he would put in three hours at the gym, training hard. There was no shortcut; you earned it.

Marnul was into beautiful girls. He knew how to find them anywhere: The Thalersee was a key part of his routine. A typical guy would simply ask a girl out for a drink after work, but not Kurt. He always had a blanket and another bottle of wine in the car. The guy was smooth. Seeing him in action sped up the process in me that the math teacher had begun. We all did.

And the girls responded! Kurt and the others saw potential in me because in a short period of training, I grew and gained a lot of strength. At the end of the summer, they invited me to come work out in Graz where they had weights. The Athletic Union gym was down under the stands of the public soccer stadium; a big concrete room with overhead lights and the most basic equipment, barbells and dumbbells and chin-up bars and benches.

It was full of big men puffing and heaving. The guys from the lake showed me how to do some basic lifts, and for the next three hours, I happily worked in, doing dozens upon dozens of presses and squats and curls. But nobody told me that. The regulars at the stadium gym liked to trick the new guys. They egged me on so that I did ten sets of each exercise. Then I put on my clothes and walked outside. Then I got on my bike and fell off.

I veered off to the side and fell into a ditch. It was pitiful. I gave up on riding the bike. I ended up having to walk it home, an epic four-mile hike.

That summer had a miraculous effect on me.

Instead of existing, I started to live. I was catapulted out of the dull routine of Thal—where you get up, you get the milk from next door, come home and do your push-ups and sit-ups while your mother makes the breakfast and your father gets ready for work—the routine where there was really nothing much to look forward to. Now all of a sudden there was joy, there was struggle, there was pain, there was happiness, there were pleasures, there were women, there was drama.

Everything made it feel like now we are really living! This is really terrific! Even though I appreciated the example of my father with the discipline and the things that he accomplished professionally, in sports, with the music, the very fact that he was my father took away from its significance for me.

All of a sudden, I had a whole new life, and it was mine. In the fall of , at the age of fifteen, I began a new chapter in my life. I entered the vocational school in Graz and started my apprenticeship. Although I was still living at home, the gym in many ways replaced my family. The older guys helped the younger ones. Karl Gerstl became one of my training partners, and we learned the joy of inspiring each other, pumping each other up, competing in a positive way.

A lot of our ideas for training came from magazines. There were muscle-building and weight-lifting publications in German, but the US ones were by far the best, with our friend Mui providing the translations.

The magazines were our bible for training, for nutrition, for different ways to make protein drinks to build muscles, for working with a training partner. The magazines had a way of promoting bodybuilding as a golden dream. Every issue had pictures of champions and details about their training routines. We all knew the name of the publisher, Joe Weider, who was sort of the Hugh Hefner of the muscle world: Soon life at the gym totally consumed me.

Training was all I could think about. One Sunday when I found the stadium locked, I broke in and worked out in the freezing cold. I had to wrap my hands in towels to keep them from sticking to the metal bars. Week by week I would see the gains I was making in how much I. This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue? Upload Sign In Join. Save For Later.

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Create a List. Total Recall: Read on the Scribd mobile app Download the free Scribd mobile app to read anytime, anywhere. Oct 1, ISBN: Five schillings. What do you want? And he said, What do you want to do? Start your free 30 days. Page 1 of 1. The first half of the book focuses on Arnold's growing up.

Getting interested in weightlifting and the intensity with which he pursued being good at the sport. This intensity eventually brought him to America. Once here he branched out into a few others areas trying to make money to get by and trying to help grow the bodybuilding sport.

This part of the book, about the first half was my favorite and I thought the most interesting. He also talks about how he became interested in being in movies and how difficult it was to learn to act and wait for good parts. He discusses what it was like shooting different movies and getting into politics.

He ends the book talking about his mistake with the housekeeper and how he hopes to make things better with his wife Maria they are still not divorced last I checked.

Overall a good read and one that I think will encourage you to think hard about how much of yourself you invest in the things you care about. Arnold became successful because of hard work more than any other reason. You have to put in the repetitions and time to get where you want to be. Arnold should have picked another of his film titles for his autobiography: True Lies. His total recall is a faulty recall at best. His Borat rendering of his upbringing in Austria might be appreciated by gullible Americans.

The German translation justs fails to include many of the atrocious statements in Arnold's account. For the record, around 12 percent of Austrians work for the government and not as Arnold claims 70 percent. Arnold grew up in the rural village of Thal which happens to be only 6 miles distant from the city center of Austria's second largest city.

His home has been turned into a museum recently and it is a splendid house indeed and not the home of a poor family. Arnold's account has to be taken with a large grain of salt. What the book understandably fails to fully discuss, is the family's Nazi connection. He mentions that his father was a party member but as a sergeant small fry. He fails to mention that Graz was named a Hochburg des Nationalsozialismus a center of national-socialism and the Styrian police filled with Nazis.

Arnold's father as soldier and policeman didn't participate in atrocities mostly because Graz was declared "judenrein" from a very early date. Given the reluctance his parents showed when forced to relinquish Arnold's Nazi propaganda children books many years after the war during Austria's mild denazification period, their world view must have influential on young Arnold.

The similarities between the upbringing of Arnold and Adolf Hitler are striking: Both had an alcoholic, violent elderly father working in government security and a weak young mother who left the child grow up without supervision.

The difference between Arnold and Adolf was Arnold's persistent luck to find mentors who gave inspiration and direction to the lost youth. Arnold's two main qualities are his willingness of working harder going the extra mile, lifting the extra pound and cheating. As he himself gloats in the book, his victories are often the result of small cheats and the opposite of fair-play.

As a true Republican, rules are not deemed to apply to him - which he lists under "Arnold's rules" in the rape-y "When someone tells you no, you should hear yes". The book more or less minimizes his groping and sexual peccadilloes. The saddest part, however, is how he excludes his wife from important life decisions.

She is only allowed to acknowledge his setting up a heart operation or starting his political campaign. Roland Lazenby.

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