After the obligatory school my brother and I had to visit a boarding school outside of our village. So I went away from home with 14 and never lived there again, but my roots will always be there in the woodquarter.
Two years later my brother also went to Vienna for work. My flat was too small, so we took us together a bigger one. It was hardly to pay the credit and sometimes we fought, who would have to pay the bills . So it comes, that I packed my suit-case one day and put in what I could find, also the vaccum-cleaner, while my brother took his blanket and TV and draw into the small wardrobe. "This is the only room I can pay for ", he said. But when he saw the suit-case, which was not to shut because the vaccum cleaner was anyhow a little too big - we started to laugh and couldn't stop.
The first three years of my life I don't remember naturally but the year 1961 is still in my mind. The kindergarden was a nice place. I liked it the most when my brother came to pick me up again. I was very proud of him, when we went home hand in hand.
Later, when my brother didn't do his homework like the teacher wanted that, my father had to shout at him sometimes, but he didn't achieve anything. I stood in front of our father and started to discuss with him. A good defense system! Isn't it?
When I finished the school 1975, I followed the call of the town and went to Vienna for work. The weekends I used mostly to visite my brother. We had a lot of fun together and sometimes it was not clear, if the "big brother" looked after the little sister or the little sister after the big brother.
Far away from each other my brother and I wrote eachother postcards . That sounds so: "Need money! Kisses! Your "brotherheart". And I sent him, yes, I did.
Childhood and Youth
My roots are in the wooodquarter, north-west of Austria.
Stones., lakes, wood, hills, fishes, redwild, berries and the silence of a small town in the country are my wonderful rememberings.
