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Total Recall: My Unbelievably True Life Story
 
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Total Recall: My Unbelievably True Life Story [Format Kindle]

Arnold Schwarzenegger
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Chapter 1

Out of Austria

I was born into a year of famine. It was 1947, and Austria was occupied by the Allied armies that had defeated Hitler’s Third Reich. In May, two months before I was born, there were hunger riots in Vienna, and in Styria, the southeastern province where we lived, the food shortages were just as bad. Years later, if my mother wanted to remind me about how much she and my father sacrificed to bring me up, she’d tell me how she’d foraged across the countryside, making her way from farm to farm to collect a little butter, some sugar, some grain. She’d be away three days sometimes. Hamstern, they called it, like a hamster gathering nuts; scrounging for food was so common.

Thal was the name of our very typical farm village. A few hundred families made up the entire population, their houses and farms clustered in hamlets connected by footpaths and lanes. The unpaved main road ran for a couple of kilometers up and down low alpine hills covered with fields and pine forests.

We saw very little of the British forces who were in charge—just an occasional truck with soldiers rolling through. But to the east, Russians occupied the area, and we were very conscious of them. The Cold War had begun, and we all lived in fear that the Russian tanks would roll in, and we’d be swallowed up into the Soviet empire. The priests in church would scare the congregation with horror stories of Russians shooting babies in the arms of their mothers.

Our house was on the top of a hill along the road, and as I was growing up, it was unusual to see more than one or two cars come through a day. A ruined castle dating back to feudal times was right across from us, one hundred yards from our door.

On the next rise were the mayor’s office; the Catholic church where my mother made us all go to Sunday Mass; the local Gasthaus, or inn, which was the social heart of the village; and the primary school attended by me and my brother, Meinhard, who was a year older than me.

My earliest memories are of my mother washing clothes and my father shoveling coal. I was no more than three years old, but the image of my father is especially sharp in my mind. He was a big, athletic guy, and he did a lot of things himself. Every autumn we’d get our winter supply of coal, a truckload dumped in front of our house, and on this occasion he was letting Meinhard and me help him carry it into the cellar. We were always so proud to be his assistants.

My father and mom both originally came from working-class families farther north—factory laborers, mostly, in the steel industry. During the chaos at the end of World War II, they’d met in the city of Mürzzuschlag, where my mother, Aurelia Jadrny, was a clerk in a food-distribution center at city hall. She was in her early twenties, and a war widow—her husband had gotten killed just eight months after their wedding. Working at her desk one morning, she noticed my father passing on the street—an older guy, in his late thirties, but tall and good looking and wearing the uniform of the gendarmerie, the rural police. She was crazy about men in uniforms, so every day after that she watched for him. She figured out when his shift was so she would be sure to be at her desk. They’d talk through the open window, and she’d give him some food from whatever they had on hand.

His name was Gustav Schwarzenegger. They got married late in 1945. He was thirty-eight, and she was twenty-three. My father was assigned to Thal and put in charge of a four-man post responsible for the village and nearby countryside. The salary was barely enough to live on, but with the job came a place to live: the old forester’s lodge, or Forsthaus. The forest ranger, or Forstmeister, lived on the ground floor, and the Inspektor and his family occupied the top.

My boyhood home was a very simple stone and brick building, well proportioned, with thick walls and little windows to keep out the alpine winters. We had two bedrooms, each with a coal oven for heat, and a kitchen, where we ate, did our homework, washed ourselves, and played games. The heat in that room was supplied by my mother’s stove.

There was no plumbing, no shower, and no flushing toilet, just a kind of chamber pot. The nearest well was almost a quarter mile away, and even when it was raining hard or snowing, one of us had to go. So we used as little water as we could. We’d heat it and fill the washbasin and give ourselves sponge or cloth baths—my mother would wash herself first with the clean water; next, my father would wash himself; and then Meinhard and I would have our turn. It didn’t matter if we had slightly darker water as long as we could avoid a trip to the well.

We had wood furniture, very basic, and a few electric lamps. My father liked pictures and antiques, but when we were growing up, these were luxuries he couldn’t afford. Music and cats brought liveliness to our house. My mother played the zither and sang us songs and lullabies, but it was my father who was the real musician. He could play all the wind and reed instruments: trumpets, flügelhorns, saxophones, clarinets. He also wrote music and was the conductor of the region’s gendarmerie band—if a police officer died anywhere in the state, the band would play at the funeral. Often on Sundays in summer, we’d go to concerts in the park, where he would conduct and sometimes play. Most of our relatives on his side were musical, but that talent never made it to Meinhard or me.

I’m not sure why we had cats instead of dogs—maybe because my mother loved them and they cost nothing because they caught their own food. But we always had lots of cats, running in and out, curling up here and there, bringing down half-dead mice from the attic to show off what great hunters they were. Everyone had his or her own cat to curl up with in bed at night—that was our tradition. At one point, we had seven cats. We loved the cats, but never too much, because there was no such thing as going to the vet. If one of the cats started falling over from being too sick or too old, we’d wait to hear the shot from the backyard—the sound of my father’s pistol. My mother, Meinhard, and I would then go out and make a grave with a little cross on top.

My mother had a black cat named Mooki that she constantly claimed was unique, although none of us could see why. One day when I was about ten, I was arguing with my mother about not wanting to do my homework. Mooki was nearby, curled up on the couch, as usual. I must have said something really uppity because my mother moved to smack me across the face. I saw it coming and tried to fend her off, but instead I hit her with the back of my arm. In a second, Mooki was off the couch—she leaped up between us and started clawing at my face.

pulled her off me and yelled, “Ow! What is this!?” Mom and I looked at each other and burst out laughing, even though I had blood running down my cheek. Finally, she had proof that Mooki was special.

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'"The idea of being No 1 for Christmas - I would never have thought that was possible a few weeks ago but now I'm going for it," she [Clare Balding] said before a book-signing event at The Times Cheltenham Literature Festival. "My rivals are Miranda Hart, who's a mate, David Walliams, Jessie J, Justin Bieber, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Cheryl Cole and Caitlin Moran"' Jack Malvern, The Times 11/10
'For movie buffs like me, there's plenty of fascinating trivia…The most interesting parts of the book are those that deal with his impoverished Austrian upbringing in the wake of Germany's defeat in the Second World War, and his discovery of bodybuilding as a ladder to a better world. Almost 200 pages are devoted to body building, a sport that left him with the belief that he could transform himself into whatever he wanted to be. As he himself put it to a reporter in 2009: "What are the odds for an Austrian farm boy to come to America and become the greatest bodybuilding champion of all time, to get in the movie business, marry a Kennedy, and then get elected governor of the biggest state in the United States?"' Toby Young, Mail on Sunday 16/10
'Arnold Schwarzenegger is among the guests when the new series of Graham Norton's BBC1 chat show begins this Friday. Will he tell the story about his most famous film phrase? In his new memoir named after another of his movies Total Recall, Arnie, pictured, reveals that he had originally wanted to say "I will be back" rather than just "I'll be back" when he played the title role in the Terminator' Hickey Diary, Daily Express 15/10
'Britain's best chat show host returns to television on Friday with a stellar line-up of Miranda Hart, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Ronnie Corbett' Sunday Express 14/10

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5.0 étoiles sur 5 très complet 9 avril 2013
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biographie très complète et interressante pour découvrir le personnage. une discipline de body building avec de la détermination lui ont permis de réussir dans le cinéma, la politique, et plus généralement la vie.
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On connaît Arnold pour ses muscles, son cinéma qui apparaît souvent comme trop basique. On pense souvent que derrière cette montagne de chair, il n'y a pas un gramme de cerveau. En réalité, cet homme à la volonté de fer est un véritable génie qui a su réussir dans tout ce qu'il a entrepris. Toute personne qui souhaite réussir dans sa vie sera grandement inspiré par cette lecture. Un livre qui pour moi peut s'inscrire dans un programme de développement personnel.
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Je ne l'ai pas encore lu, mais j'adore la présentation, les photos et tout et tout... vivement que j'ai fini le précédent pour attaquer celui-ci!
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Le livre est aussi puissant que l'auteur lui-même. Cependant, la façon dont c'est écrit est très conviviale et facile à lire. Le livre contient beaucoup de photos qui semblent montrer tous les aspects de la vie de l'auteur. Sans aucun doute, le livre est un must-have pour les fans de M. Schwarzenegger.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Une vie XXL 2 novembre 2012
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Très intéressant, j'ai beaucoup aimé. Je suis impressionné par ce qu'il a accompli dans sa vie jusqu'ici et donc j'attendais cette autobio avec impatience. Je ne suis pas déçu, plein d'anecdotes intéressantes et j'ai particulièrement apprécié les passages où l'on peut voir la façon dont il gère son mental, sa psychologie, sa façon de penser.
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